Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Although she said that Zuo Feng's auction items would be rejected by the other party, Wu Lan didn't really think so in her heart.

After all, this was not the first time she had heard the name of the young man Zuo Feng. Not to mention the things in Weicheng, just the news from the Xuanwu Empire had already made her know that this young man was not simple.

Especially for matters related to alchemy, Wu Lan believed that even if this kid couldn't produce any amazing items, it should be no problem for him to participate in the auction. Even if there was really something missing, looking at the crazy intention of the city lord before, he should also help secretly.

But as soon as the old man's words came out, Wu Lan was stunned on the spot. She looked at the table in front of the old man in disbelief. When she saw the three items on the table clearly, Wu Lan's face suddenly became ugly.

There was a white oval stone, a dry and inconspicuous grass, and an ordinary paper bag that could be seen in any pharmacy on the table.

Especially when he saw the cheapest and worst quality medicine powder package in the pharmacy at the end, Wu Lan almost raised his hand and slapped Zuo Feng hard on the back of his head.

‘If you don’t have anything to show off, even if you don’t want to tell the City Lord Li Kuang, you can tell me, at least you don’t have to fool around with such things. Even if you don’t come to participate in this Wan Guo Auction, who would accept your pile of junk at any ordinary auction. ’

From Wu Lan’s eyes, Zuo Feng could roughly read what the other party was thinking at the moment, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

The old man was recording something with his head down. It seemed that he didn’t intend to pay attention to Zuo Feng anymore, and he was busy on his own. But after waiting for a while, he suddenly found out from the corner of his eye that the three annoying "junks" were still lying quietly on the table in front of him, and his heart suddenly became angry.

"I'm telling you to get out of here with your stuff. I don't have time to waste with you." As the old man spoke, he turned his hand and clamped the brush with ink, and swept it fiercely towards the things on the table. It seemed that he wanted to knock the things away directly. In the eyes of the old man, these were not even as good as garbage.

After seeing the old man's action, Zuo Feng's eyes condensed and he grabbed the old man's wrist fiercely. The old man obviously didn't expect that this young man who looked weak and gentle would dare to grab his hand.

The old man also had the strength of the middle stage of Naqi, so he didn't take such a young man in front of him seriously. He hummed and shook it out. According to his idea, even if he didn't throw Zuo Feng out directly, he would definitely break his bones.

But what surprised the old man was that after his shaking, not only did Zuo Feng not move, but he felt a burst of severe pain on his wrist.

His brows suddenly furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at Zuo Feng coldly and said, "You are indeed quite capable, and your courage is admirable, but it's a pity that you are short-lived. You dare to come to the International Auction House to make trouble. Don't you know that this will implicate your family?"

"Uh, are you crazy? Do you know where this is? Let go quickly." Wu Lan's heart tightened, and he turned to remind Zuo Feng hurriedly.

Zuo Feng smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, but my auction items are too precious. If they are damaged, I don't know what price the old gentleman will pay for compensation?"

The old man who took back his hand gently rubbed his wrist, secretly sighing in his heart that the young man was too amazing. At the same time, his eyes swept over the auction items in front of him again, and said in a disdainful tone: "For these things, I don't mind giving you a silver cake. Take the things away from my sight."

As he spoke, the old man took out a silver cake from his arms and threw it directly on the table in front of him. The old man looked very rude, but he was not a bad person. With the strength of the International Auction House, they did not directly use violence at this time, which showed that they were reasonable. However, he treated Zuo Feng as a beggar.

A glimpse of the whole picture, just from this old man, Zuo Feng had a rough idea of ​​the International Auction House. Looking at his three items and then at the angry old man, Zuo Feng felt a little bit of a sense of laughter and tears.

‘Is this the legendary "high-pitched music and few people"? In order to make a splash, the things I took out, not only Wu Lan could not see the special features, but even the old man who was responsible for receiving the items did not know their value at all. And he did not understand any of them. ’

Zuo Feng felt a little regretful for the first time for choosing a few items for himself, but now that he had taken them out, he could not think of what items would be more suitable for a while to replace them temporarily. It’s not that there are too few items, but that there are too many good things of all kinds that are eligible for auction.

However, most of the things were still useful to Zuo Feng, and he was reluctant to auction them now. There were also some precious items, and taking them out might bring him trouble.

When he was about to explain, the old man looked at the sky impatiently, and then said: "It's noon, and I don't have time to waste with you here. If you think the money is too little, I won't give it to you."

As he spoke, the old man reached out and took the silver cake on the table back into his arms, then shook his clothes and stood up to leave.

"Old sir, I am not a troublemaker, and I will not come to the International Auction to make trouble. As you just said, if I come to make trouble, I will lose my life. I really want to participate in the auction."

Seeing the old man getting up and walking back, Zuo Feng hurriedly spoke. His words were so sincere that the old man who was about to leave couldn't help but stop.

Turning to look at Zuo Feng, the old man frowned and said, "Rules are rules, and our Wanguo Auction House has never broken any rules since its establishment."

At this point, the old man raised his hand and pointed in the air, and continued: "It's past noon now. Even if you come up with something good, we won't accept it. But we will hold it once a year, so... next year Come again."

After the old man finished speaking, he still planned to leave, but Zuo Feng hurriedly said: "Old sir, please stay. I have no intention of replacing the items. These are really priceless treasures and they are just for the auction."

"That's enough. You are really an old man and I'm not angry at you. If you were younger, you would have been thrown on the street with broken bones and tendons. If you dare to talk nonsense here again, I won't be polite."

Zuo Feng knew that if he really backed down at this time, he would never have the chance to participate in the World Auction.

"I mean no offense, but a world-renowned auction house needs at least one person who knows the goods. You said these are 'junk', but I can guarantee that in your auction house, You can never come up with the same items.”

"Boy, are you trying to be clever with me? Of course our Chamber of Commerce can't come up with such junk, because..."

"Mr. Wu, have all the accounts been sorted out? In two hours, guests will arrive one after another. Before that, the auction items must be compared again."

Before the old man finished speaking, a deep voice slowly sounded out. The moment he spoke, Zuo Feng's heart couldn't help but tighten slightly.

‘It turned out to be a strong man in the concentration stage. I didn’t expect there to be such a strong man in the outer city of the Acropolis. No wonder both Li Kuang and Lin Zhi said that the World Auction House was not simple, and indeed it had its foundation. ’

"Mr. Wei, here is a arrogant boy who insists on using a bunch of rags to participate in the auction. I refused to listen to my advice, and almost delayed the big event. I will beat this boy out right now."

Hearing the voice coming from there, the old man immediately became respectful, but while speaking, he did not forget to glare at Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng could see that the old man was not a bad person. He deliberately said those words to scare himself. In fact, he was giving himself a chance. If he ran away immediately, the other party would probably not pursue him again.

However, Zuo Feng stood there with no intention of escaping. The old man was itching with hatred, but he didn't say anything more. Because the corner door at the far end of the room had been slowly pushed open, and a thin middle-aged man wearing a brocade gown walked out of the door unhurriedly.

The person in front of him was the "Mr. Wei" mentioned by the old man before, and he was also a strong man who Zuo Feng sensed had reached the concentration stage.

The moment the strong man appeared, Zuo Feng hurriedly changed his breath. Part of his own cultivation was stored in his body, and before the other party's telepathy came quietly, he also released part of it.

In this way, according to the opponent's perception, Zuo Feng's cultivation level is roughly between the third and fourth levels of the concentration stage. The telekinesis traveled around quickly and then retracted it. If Zuo Feng hadn't also possessed telepathy, he would have already let the opponent see the depth at this moment.

"I heard that little brother came to my Wanguo Auction House to cause trouble?" The man's voice was soft and soft when he spoke, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, but Zuo Feng could faintly feel a chilling atmosphere from it.

"I don't dare. I want to participate in the auction, so I have prepared the auction items and plan to qualify for the auction."

The folding fan in Zuo Feng's hand unfolded again, and while he was shaking it gently, his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him. The man took a deep look at Zuo Feng, but he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

"Mr. Wu, is that true?" The man looked at Zuo Feng and asked casually.

The old man hurriedly took a step to the side to clear the way for the man. At the same time, he bowed and saluted and replied: "This boy did send three items for auction, but... they are all inferior and inferior goods."

If one goes by the old man's judgment of Zuo Feng's taking out the auction item, these words can be considered polite.

"I am the head of Wanguo Auction House. You can call me Mr. Wei Chen or Mr. Wei. Little brother, answer me a question first. Do you know what the consequences will be if you come to my Wanguo Auction House to cause trouble?"

By the end of the man's words, his face had turned gloomy, and the surrounding temperature had dropped instantly.

Zuo Feng, on the other hand, held his fist and saluted without changing his expression, and said, "In reply to Mr. Wei, I am here to participate in the auction, not to cause trouble."

"good"

With a deep shout, the middle-aged man named Wei Chen came to the table and his eyes fell on the three lots that Zuo Feng took out.