Gong Yesheng yesterday has posted a recruitment order in the city to recruit strange people from all over the world. At present, there are four anti-kings, among which the greatest potential is undoubtedly the king of Yan, so the warriors who have seen the recruitment order have come to take refuge, only looking forward to making contributions on the battlefield, and in the future, the king of Yan will ascend the throne as the emperor, and they are naturally high-ranking officials, glory and wealth.

As long as the person who comes is not notorious or has an ungrateful bad record, no matter what is right or evil, he can be brought under his command. Tang Yu came on behalf of King Yan and couldn't leave.

Gong Yesheng talked with all the heroes, Tang Yu was the person who represented King Yan, and he couldn't leave, let alone laugh with Lu Xiaoyuan. Lu Xiaoyuan was bored, so he wanted to go back to his seat in the outer hall, when he suddenly heard someone calling him, and turned his head to see that it was the Xiushi.

Xiushi dragged him to the outer hall and sat down together. Lu Xiaoyuan chatted with him for a few words, only to realize that he turned out to be the bookkeeper of the eccentric old man's house.

After a while, I heard a big man shouting, "Mr. Song Zhongjing is here!" The noisy hall gradually fell silent.

Song Zhongjing walked up to the central stage, made a gesture in all directions, and said: "My brother is in retreat and practice, and he has not yet come out of the customs. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of discussion in the hall, and although the voice of the discussion was very low, it could be seen that everyone was very surprised.

Lu Xiaoyuan expected that such a grand conference should have been presided over by Song Zhongqian himself in the past, but this time Song Zhongqian was absent, no wonder the guests were surprised.

But the Xiushi folded his fan and shook it gently, his expression indifferent, as if whoever presided over it was the same for him.

After Song Zhongjing said some polite words, he got to the point and preached loudly: "The auction conference has officially begun, and heroes from all walks of life are invited to come to the stage to offer treasures!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderous shout came from the outer hall: "I'll come first!" As soon as the words fell, everyone felt that a gust of wind had passed, and then in the stands, there was already a tall and fat man, holding a ghost-headed knife with cold light in both hands, and the urn said angrily: "This knife was picked up by accident." Three years ago, when I went out, I met a dead man on the side of the road, and he had this knife beside him, and I buried him, and I took this knife for myself. ”

He did not shy away from telling the experience of getting a knife, but he was a straight gut. There are people in the audience who know him, and they know that he is a warrior in southern Xinjiang, and his name is Xiang Dahai, who is known as "Juding Overlord".

At this moment, footsteps sounded, and the group walked into the hall and walked towards the main hall. Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by this group of people, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw that the person at the head was the strange old man, supported by the stunning beauty, walking slowly.

Song Zhongjing frowned and said, "Old gentleman, the auction conference has begun, the old gentleman is late, and I hope to be punctual next time." ”

The old man snorted and said, "Okay." He walked to his seat, sat down, and complained, "It's a stuffy hall, isn't this going to heat people to death?"

At this time, it was the height of summer, and the Song family had already filled the inner wall of the hall with ice, although it was hot outside, it was very cool indoors, and Song Zhongjing did not answer when he saw the old man complaining.

The old man waved his hand, and the two big men under him opened the box in their hands, took out two pieces of ice, and put them in the trays on the left and right.

Everyone only felt a strange fragrance into their noses, thinking that the big fan was coated with spices, and said in their hearts: "This old man will really enjoy it." "There are incense to ward off poison and evil spirits in the hall, and once someone releases poisonous gas, it will be detected immediately, so everyone is not worried.

Tong Dahai was dissatisfied: "What's not hot, the Southern Wilderness is much hotter than here, and I haven't seen anyone die of heat." Come and see what I'm doing. ”

Whenever something comes on stage to participate in the auction, the host must taste and make judgments. Song Zhongqian is not only a master of martial arts, but also has a long experience in business, his vision is old and spicy, and his experience is rich, it can be said that no one in the world is unconvinced.

Although there is a gap between Song Zhongjing and Brother Nai, what he says is still enough to believe. He had seen a lot of divine weapons, and saw that this knife was only a weapon of the middle and lower ranks, but he did not show disdain, according to the rules of the conference, he took the ghost head knife, turned it over and looked at it for a while, and said: "This sword is very suitable for Xuan-rank martial artists to use, but in the hands of saint-rank martial artists, it is slightly insufficient." The reserve price, fifty taels of silver. ”

The reserve price set by the host of the Song family is only the recommended price, but its fairness and authenticity are very high.

Xiang Dahai didn't know about this knife, and when he saw that Song Zhongjing had set the price, he set the reserve price at fifty taels.

He patted his head and said regretfully: "Grandma's, I saw that it was tough, and I thought it was a good knife. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. After the laughter, one of them shouted, "Fifty-five taels of silver!"

After a while, another person said: "Sixty taels!" One after another, people bidd, and after raising it to one hundred and twenty taels, there was no sound. The warriors who have become famous in the rivers and lakes will not use this inferior weapon, they plan to buy it and give it to their juniors.

Song Zhongjing asked, "One hundred and twenty taels of silver, can anyone offer a higher price?"

The whole hall was silent, Song Zhongjing asked again, but he heard a cold voice say: "This kind of broken knife, chopping wood is too dull, are you embarrassed to take it to the stage for auction?"

Everyone turned their heads to see that it was the strange old man who spoke, and the stunning beauty was sitting in the old man's arms, holding a glass of wine, serving the old man to drink.

The old man was under the stage, Xiang Dahai was furious, and shouted: "Good old man, do you dare to humiliate me?"

Suddenly, a hand reached out to his chest, and Xiang Dahai's forward momentum was immediately blocked, and it was Song Zhongjing who made a move to stop it. Song Zhongjing said unhurriedly: "Brother Tai is angry, and the gentleman doesn't move." With a little luck, I bounced him back.

Xiang Dahai stared at the two bull's eyes, looked Song Zhongjing up and down for a while, knew that he was not his opponent, and muttered: "I'm not a gentleman, why bother fighting with others." But he did not dare to act rashly.

Song Zhongjing announced: "Okay, since that's the case...."

But I heard the old man say coldly: "Five hundred taels!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all talked about whether the old man was old and suffering from Alzheimer's.

Song Zhongjing remained silent and said, "This old gentleman paid five hundred taels of silver, may I ask if anyone else offers a higher price?"