The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

Yanjing.

"How's it going?"

An Zhixiu looked uneasy, and after being warned by Nie Junbo, he fled back to Yanjing.

Sure enough, the dead servant masters assigned to him by the two families he sent were already dead.

"Young Master An, Kun Sha and the two are confirmed dead, and all the traces they left behind have been eliminated!"

"Even if the two Kunshas are found, we will not be found." A man reported respectfully.

"Very well, just pretend that nothing happened!"

An Zhixiu heaved a sigh of relief, and even had a flash of fear.

Yang Feng, he already knew who it was!
The master of the black knife incident!
I almost provoked this god of death.

……

The name of Yang Feng was once again introduced to some aristocratic families in Yanjing.

"Yang Feng?"

"Father, he is the master of the black knife incident!"

Sheila looked at a photo of Yang Feng in shock. She had just received a piece of information when she returned to Yanjing, and she looked at it curiously.Instead, he saw Yang Feng's photo.

Although I knew that Yang Feng was not simple when designing evening dresses for Yang Feng and Zheng Xiaoqiao, but I never thought that Yang Feng was the master of the black knife incident ten years ago!
Because it is too young!

"No, he, he is also surnamed Yang, adoptive father, could it be..."

Sheila looked at the middle-aged man who was playing with this piece of warm jade brave in his hand in horror.

"Are you thinking too much?" Everyone in the world with the surname Yang is our Yang family, so our Yang family has been a thousand-year-old family for a long time! "

The middle-aged man's voice was firm, "But Yang Feng's identity is mysterious, and his past is almost impossible to find out. And ten years ago, Ouchi actually tried to protect him, which is a bit intriguing."

"He killed too many people ten years ago, and the Four Great Families will surely avenge him. If you can get close to him, you can probe into his thoughts."

"If it's suitable, our Yang family can win him over!"

The middle-aged man Yang Yunyong smiled slightly.

"Win him? Isn't that going to be an enemy of the four great families?" Sheila was shocked.

"For the enemy?"

"Ten years ago, there was a saying that was circulated in Da Nei. Those who get the clouds win thousands of troops, and those who get the wind win the world. The wind refers to Yang Feng."

"If you can get him, what's the point of being an enemy of the four great families!"

Yang Yunyong's momentum changed slightly, exuding a majestic aura.

"Yes."

Sheila nodded immediately, and then stepped back.

Only the aristocratic family knows that the avant-garde image design chain stores all over the most luxurious city in the Tang Kingdom belong to the Yang family of Yanjing.

At first it was used to transmit information, and it was used to contact the Communist Party's underground agents. It developed from the late Qing Dynasty to the present, and finally changed its name to Qianwei.

It is the world's top image design club.

The background of the Yang family is far superior to that of ordinary aristocratic families!

……

Yang Feng, who was missed by others, had already returned to Shenchuan County, and even sent Zheng Xiaoqiao back to the villa.

With the close protection of Wuzhu and the six ghosts in the dark, Yang Feng is no longer worried about Zheng Xiaoqiao's safety.

At least she doesn't have to guard Zheng Xiaoqiao all the time.

Instead, he went to the largest antique appraisal institution in Shenchuan County.Yang Feng wanted to know the origin of the Thunder Sound Sword!
Yang Feng was also a little curious about the top ten weapons.

"Wow~!"

He drove the BMW 5 Series of Zheng Xiaoqiao's bodyguard to the most authoritative antique appraisal office in Shenchuan County.

"Hi sir, are you buying or selling?"

A cheongsam woman welcomed the guests and asked Yang Feng with a smile.

"There is an antique that I want your master to appraise."

When Yang Feng reached out with his right hand, the Thunder Sound Sword appeared in his hand.

"Om~!"

Even though Yang Feng had restrained his breath, there was still a slight sword energy overflowing the moment he drew the sword, making the woman in the cheongsam tremble.

"Oh, okay, okay, you come with me."

The woman in the cheongsam was shocked, and somehow felt a sense of fear, as if she felt a chill from the sword in Yang Feng's hand.

I knew right away that it was supposed to be a sword.

At this moment, Yang Feng didn't feel shocked that he didn't wrap the object with a cloth!
"Sir, our appraisal master needs to charge a handling fee of [-] for one appraisal."

The woman in the cheongsam was still in palpitations, she led Yang Feng into an office and said.

"it is good!"

Yang Feng doesn't care about 1000 yuan, if there is a master appraiser who can tell the origin of the Leiyin Sword and how to forge it, let alone [-] yuan, [-] yuan is worth it.

"This is our appraisal master, Master Dong Xin."

The cheongsam woman pointed to a man who was working at a desk, holding a magnifying glass to study a half-remnant cliff stone carving.

There are still many old objects on the table, especially a lion head which is very ancient!

"Xiaofeng, what's the matter?"

Master Dong Xin has long hair, white beard, wearing a Tang suit and glasses, he looks like a master at first glance, he slowly got up, and glanced at the beginning of Xiaofeng's cheongsam without any trace.

"Master Dong Xin, this guest has something to ask for your palm eye." The cheongsam woman said.

"Oh, let's pay the fee first."

"Just put things on the table."

Master Dong Xin glanced at Yang Feng, the master is full of fan.

"it is good."

Yang Feng smiled, paid the money, and put the Lei Yinjian on the table.

It is an antique with rules to put objects on the table.

If you don't pick up the objects, you are afraid that the objects will drop by mistake, so you can't tell whose responsibility it is.

And put it on the table, whoever picks it up is responsible.

"Oh, what a sharp sword."

Seeing the short sword that was slightly longer than the dagger, Master Dong Xin moved his eyes and observed it carefully. Finally, he took out a magnifying glass to check the texture of the sword body, the engravings and patterns of the hilt.

He even picked up the Leiyin sword, but was shocked by the thickness of the Leiyin sword.

Although the Leiyin Sword is not as thin as a cicada's wing, the body of the Leiyinjian is twice as thin as an ordinary sword, and weighs no more than three catties. It is a light and spiritual sword.

But the moment he picked it up, he realized that the Leiyin sword was about ten kilograms in weight!

You know it's still a dagger!

It took a full 10 minutes for Master Dong Xin to put down the magnifying glass.

"This sword is a good sword. It is forged from low-temperature cold iron. The texture is exquisite and the year is very real. It seems to have a thousand years of history."

"However, this kind of sword was not forged with such advanced techniques thousands of years ago. Only modern high-tech civilizations can forge it."

Master Dong Xin was secretly amazed.

It is a pity, and there are also people who marvel at the craftsmanship of this sword. This is a precious sword, but it is not an antique.

"You mean the modern craftsmanship of this sword?"

When Yang Feng first heard about low-temperature cold iron forging, he thought that the so-called master had some skills, but he didn't expect to be an idiot.

The Leiyin sword definitely has a thousand-year history, and it is indeed forged from low-temperature cold iron mixed with other fine steels.

Moreover, although there are high-tech equipment in modern times, they cannot forge the magical weapons of that era!

"Of course, based on my more than 40 years of experience in appraising treasures, this sword is indeed a good sword, but it is not an ancient sword."

Master Dong Xin confidently rolled up the Bodhi in his hand.

"Hehe, ridiculous."

Yang Feng couldn't help laughing, with more than 40 years of experience, did this guy live on a dog for 40 years?

A treasure appraiser with a bit of a brush should be able to see the extraordinaryness of this sword, and it is said to be a modern sword.

Yang Feng shook his head, and put away the Thunder Sound Sword.

"Hey, what do you mean? Call me ridiculous?"

Disdained by Yang Feng, Master Dong Xin felt a little embarrassed, and immediately glared at Yang Feng angrily.

"This…"

Xiaofeng, the welcoming woman, and several people around also immediately looked at Yang Feng.

"You are not ridiculous, but an idiot."

"You are an appraiser who will only mislead people."

Yang Feng shook his head. If this so-called master hadn't met an expert, he would really be a mess just by his appearance and words.

Even if some people in the same industry knew about it, they would not dismantle it.Because it can't be done.

Moreover, these so-called masters are all backed by big trees. Even if ordinary people know about it, they can't afford to offend them.

Unless he met someone like Yang Feng.

"What did you say! Young man, do you know what it costs to damage the reputation of a listed company?"

Master Dong Xin glared at Yang Feng angrily, his face turned red immediately because of his reputation.

"Humph!"

"You said this is a sword of modern craftsmanship? I said this is a peerless sword. Do you believe a sword that cuts iron like mud?"

Yang Feng glanced at the so-called master.

"Cut iron like mud?"

Master Dong Xin sneered, "Come on, come on, this lion head is made of iron, cut it off and see?"

"Still cutting iron like mud? Young people should watch less TV. Cutting iron like mud is a metaphor. Even the newly unearthed Yue King Goujian sword should not cut iron like mud."

Master Dong Xin looked at Yang Feng mockingly.

Yingbin Xiaofeng also looked at Yang Feng strangely. She had seen many people bring antiques for appraisal, but when they found out that they were fake, they got mad on the spot.

In his opinion, Yang Feng was this kind of person.

Although just now she also thought that Yang Feng was holding a sword, but the antique industry is full of holes every day.

"Oh, then I can cut it!"

Yang Feng smiled.

"Om~!"

But when Master Dong Xin hadn't walked away, he slashed down with a sword in the air.

The speed is not fast, just enough for everyone to see the trajectory.

"Fuck!"

Seeing Yang Feng slashing his head with a sword, Master Dong Xin was so frightened that the souls of the dead trembled, and hurriedly backed away.

"You fucking..."

Master Dong Xin couldn't help but curse after avoiding it.

"Wow~!"

But the iron-headed lion on the table suddenly split in two, the incision was so brilliant that no gap could be seen even if it was closed.

"what!"

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

Master Dong Xin was even more shocked.

"Wow~!"

But before Master Dong Xin was shocked, his retro harem pants suddenly tore off.

It was also cut by the sword energy, and the two halves were separated, revealing the shriveled old brother Di!
"Ah~!"

Master Dong Xin cried out in horror, subconsciously protecting his vitals.

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