Urban Madness

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Duan Gang's question made Ye Fan a target of public criticism.

Before that, Ye Fan vowed to say that Sanqingling was rubbish.

But now, Duan Gang, under the protection of San Qingling, was like a **** Ling Chen, even if it was the bullet of the Desert Eagle, he couldn't hurt him at all.

Invisibly, he slapped Ye Fan in the face.

Many guests looked at him, full of gloat, and sneered:

"Tsk tusk! This kid is really embarrassing! Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be struck by lightning!"

"Huh... just now, I was so arrogant, but I didn't know if I asked, I didn't have any shoes for Grandmaster Duan!"

"If I were him, I would just buy a piece of tofu and kill him!"

Hearing this ridicule, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to his face, and did not make any rebuttal.

But his silence fell in the eyes of everyone, but it was a manifestation of poor reason.

On the other side, Duan Gang's eyebrows were full of triumph, and he turned around and said, "Butler Wu, since people don't like this ‘garbage’, it’s the old man!"

Butler Wu groaned for a moment, and then said: "Really! Grandmaster Duan, according to the previous bid, this final lot was sold for 500 million Chinese yuan!"

Hearing this, many wealthy businessmen in the audience felt sorry for a while.

Knowing that these three Qinglings had the power to resist bullets, even if they risked offending Duan Gang, they would bid wildly for competition.

When the wealth is accumulated to a certain level, if it continues, it is only a superposition of numbers, which can no longer make life improve.

Wealth is not omnipotent. Even if you have tens of billions of worth, sometimes a cancer can kill these rich people.

And they are also the number one target of kidnappers. The money spent on security alone is an astronomical figure every year.

Now, these three Qinglings can withstand bullets, even if it costs half of their net worth to change, I am afraid that many people are willing.

It's a pity that this artifact has become Duan Gang's pocket, and it will be too late for others to regret it.

In Duan Gang's heart, he was also happy.

He is a master of magic arts, and the "Xuanbing Jin" he has cultivated can cause terrifying lethality.

But the magical powers of this vein lack the cultivation of the physical body, just like the role of the "mage" in online games.

Although his physical body is not weak, it is far inferior to the martial artist who proves the Dao with strength. If he is assassinated in close quarters, he is afraid of life.

And now, the protective cover that comes with these Sanqinglings perfectly compensates for this shortcoming.

It can even be said that this is a magic weapon tailored for him!

Thinking of this, Duan Gang couldn't help laughing: "Ahahaha... I really helped me! With this magic weapon, the old man's combat power is enough to improve!"

Seeing his ecstatic appearance, Ye Fan in the audience suddenly winked, and sang the opposite tone:

"Huh! Why are you so happy? Is it really a treasure to get a piece of garbage?"

...

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the venue changed their colors and couldn't believe their ears.

They obviously didn't think that under this situation, Ye Fan continued to provoke Duan Gang.

If there is a "Fancy Death Award", Ye Fan may be elected with an overwhelming number of votes.

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

Suddenly, Duan Gang stepped off the stage and walked to Ye Fan's, his eyes widened, and he said sharply:

"Boy, don't use ignorance as your personality! The patience of the old man is limited! Do you think that in the auction hall, the old man dare not do anything to you?"

As he said, a majestic coercion suddenly burst out of him, blasting towards Ye Fan like the top of Mount Tai, and there was a sound of sonic boom in the surrounding air.

Even though there is a certain distance, the surrounding guests can feel the horror, and they stepped back seven or eight meters for fear of being affected.

Master, don't be insulted!

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena is like a bowstring pulled to the full moon, and a little bit of stimulation will break.

However, under the coercion, Ye Fan didn't change his face, calm as usual, looking at San Qingling in Duan Gang's hand, he said every word:

"This artifact indeed originated from the Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years. A body formation is sealed inside, which will be activated when the owner encounters danger!"

Hearing these words, Duan Gang's eyes felt even more disdainful.

What Ye Fan said was something he had verified before, but it was just an afterthought, it was no different from nonsense!

"but--"

Suddenly, Ye Fan changed his voice, raised his pitch a little, and cut the line:

"During the past thousand years, the remaining spiritual power in the magic weapon has been madly lost and almost exhausted! Even if the shield can be forcibly summoned, it will only be'returned to light'! According to my judgment, when the bullet was resisted just now, these three cleared the bells Exhaust the last trace of spiritual power! Spend 500 million in exchange for one-time protection. Isn't this kind of rubbish?"

...

"Nonsense!"

Duan Gang scolded angrily, his face full of disbelief.

The people around only thought Ye Fan was talking nonsense.

In their opinion, in terms of vision and experience, how can a little boy like Ye Fan, who has no school and no school, beat the long-famous Master Duan?

What's more, the structure of this advanced magical implement is very complicated.

Just with the naked eye, it can be seen that the spiritual power in the magical instrument is exhausted, which is too incredible, everyone has never heard of it, and has never seen it.

Even if he is a real master refiner, he probably doesn't have such supernatural powers!

Everyone did not know that Ye Fan did not have that extraordinary vision, but he still had a helper——

Beichen Xianzun!

Wei Lao told him all the secrets hidden in the three clear bells.

With Wei Lao's eyesight, how could something go wrong?

Because of this, when Liu Yiyi was about to take a picture of the bell, Ye Fan would speak to stop it, but who knew it caused such trouble!

However, Ye Fan was never afraid of things!

The next moment, he looked at Duan Gang from a distance, and said loudly: "If you don't believe it, you can let the bodyguard shoot you again! If these three bells are still effective, I am willing to agree to any request from you. Kill it, just listen to it! If not, you have to apologize to me for the rudeness just now!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Duan Gang raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect Ye Fan to use his life as a bet.

"Okay! Since you are looking for death, the old man will fulfill you! This bet is promised by the old man!"

Hearing this, Liu Yiyi, who had been silent before, changed his face greatly, and quietly tugged at the corner of Ye Fan's clothes, worried: "Xiao Fan, are you really that sure? If the bell is really effective if--"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Fan interrupted: "Don't worry Yiyi, there is no word for failure in my dictionary!"

His voice is firm, sonorous and powerful, and he has full confidence in himself.

...

"Huh... what a big tone!"

Duan Gang sneered, turned to look at the bodyguard, and said loudly: "You, shoot the old man again!"

"Yes!"

The bodyguard nodded, holding guns in both hands, once again pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Duan Gang's eyebrows, and then slammed the trigger.

"boom!"

With the tongue of fire, the silver bullet passed through the barrel and shot out.

For some reason, the brilliance of the shield in front of him is still the same, but Duan Gang's heart is shaken, and he has a strong ominous premonition for no reason, as if death has raised his sickle and pressed it against his neck.

At this moment, the bullet had touched the golden shield.

Between the lightning and the fire, an anomaly suddenly emerged.

Just now it was still as solid as a shield of golden soup, but this time it was like tofu, breaking at the touch of a touch, and the brilliance dimmed in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

"Crack!"

Immediately afterwards, the San Qing bell in Duan Gang's hand also broke apart, and the bell completely fell apart and turned into powder.

In this way, Duan Gang's body was completely exposed in front of the bullet.

Even if affected by the shield, the bullet's speed has slowed down a bit, but it still has lethal lethality.

At the moment of the moment, Duan Gang bit the tip of his tongue, wasting his blood, and shouted:

"Xuanbing Divine Armor!"

As soon as the voice fell, his body was suddenly covered with a layer of ice crystals, more than ten centimeters thick, like a huge silkworm chrysalis, completely enclosing the flesh.

"boom!"

The bullet smashed on the ice crystal, like a bit of a raging drill, and went all the way forward.

In the end, the bullet finally stopped when there was still a trace of hair from the center of Duan Gang's eyebrows.

For a while, the audience was shocked.