"Teacher, don't you remember?" Agarez saw that his teacher didn't say anything, his voice was low and heavy, and his attitude was respectful and polite. "Do you need me to give you memories and spread the law like you once taught me?"

unnecessary!

No need at all!

Absolutely not needed!

Thanks!

Bo Jichen refused three times in his heart, and began to perform shamelessly indifferently: "I'm old, old, useless, and my memory is getting worse and worse."

"Don't remind me, and don't give me memories. I have to think about it myself. If your head doesn't need it for a long time, it will rust and cause Alzheimer's disease. 280 criminal laws are there, right? Don't worry, I will tell you after the investigation."

"I'll go back to my seat first. My eldest daughter is on it, it's pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye."

After Bo Jichen said that, he held up and was about to change back to his position. Unexpectedly, his evil disciple sat still and asked coldly: "Teacher, are you okay? Do you need me to help you over?"

Bo Jichen almost sat back in his seat: "………”

A villain!

A lively evil disciple.

Did you remind him to lose his horse?

Or is the big baby losing his horse?

"Then it's a pleasant decision." Jiang Si responded to Huaiguo's words, slowly walked to the stone that several people could not hold, knocked the stone with her hands, and complained about the knife inserted into the crack of the stone: "You are a knife with a story. A stone traps you and is still rusted?"

"Can you be more careful? What kind of craftsmanship do you have? Don't you know what kind of thing you have? It's almost done, come out."

The knife was inserted into the crack of the stone and did not move at all.

Jiang Si scratched her head and looked at the hilt of her knife with her head raised: "You really can't come out, okay, it's right not to give face. If you really come out by yourself, you can scare these grandchildren to death."

The corners of her mouth moved on the stage, and everyone on the table could not hear her talking, only saw her mouth in Balabara.

Someone was anxious and couldn't wait to quickly carry out the finale. The 7th-level plant treatment is the fruit you planted.

Just as I was about to urge me, I saw the petite girl on the stage kicking the stone that even several people couldn't hold.

The huge stone rolled on the stage, and the handle of the knife inserted in the middle of the stone suddenly came to her hands.

The people in the audience sighed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Whose girl on the stage belongs to?

Is it from the Trojan Empire?

Or the orcs in disguise?

Or the mermaids who got ashore?

Or people from the Fourth Civilization.

Why did he have so much strength to kick the stone that could not be wrapped around the few people with one kick and kicked it to the side.

Jiang Si reached out and buckled her hand on the hilt of the knife and said to Huaiguo: "Can I hear my voice in the audience?"

Huaiguo didn't understand what she was going to do, but she was a friend of the 7th-level plant therapist, so she could kick the stone to the side. Such a person should not be offended.

He adjusted the sound of the projection. This time, not only did the projection 360 degrees without dead corners, but even the sound of speaking could be synchronized: "Okay, you said, you said."

"Thank you!" Jiang Si said politely: "Mr. Huaiguo, actually I just want to tell you that your introduction is wrong. Tang Dao did not originate from the island country before the zombie era on the ancient earth. It originated from the ancient Chinese zombie era that was forward for 2,000 years, and was prosperous and prosperous Sui and Tang dynasties."

"The Tang sword is not the name of this sword, but the general name of the sword in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It has been recorded in the "Six Dynasties of Tang" that there are four types of swords, one is the Yi Dao, the second is the Barrier sword, the third is the horizontal sword, and the fourth is the Mo Dao."

The ginger silk voice was crisp and steady, echoing throughout the auction hall, some people were in awe and some expressed their doubts.

The skeptical person naturally shouted: "Whatever you say is, why don't you think it is the sword of the island country, and just think it is the sword of the Chinese?"

Jiang Si's eyes slanted, and she looked at the sound of her voice, holding it on the hilt of her hand: "Sir, you speak very much like before the zombie era on the ancient earth, kimchi country was shouting to the whole world. Kimchi is our traditional food, and you China is just a thief."

"Actually, they are unwilling to admit it and push forward. They are still a vassal state of ancient China. The thing that is not included in the three eastern provinces of ancient China on the ancient earth is at most a small pickle."

"Similarly, the ancestors of the island country admired the Tang culture that was the most brilliant civilization in ancient China. Before the zombies on the ancient earth, they called the Tang Dynasty the ancient China as the Heavenly Dynasty. The swords they used later were all based on the sword system of ancient China. Do you understand? Grandson!"

The clamored man roared, "What do you mean? Whose grandson do you call me?"

Jiang Si owed the corner of her mouth: "I'm boring, I just want to tell you that your son is always a son, and your father is always your father. No matter how you change it, this is a fact that cannot be changed."

"you………"

"And you are right. This knife belongs to me now, it is mine, and it is not a broken knife." Jiang Si said and pulled hard, and the blade's body did not move.

Her expression tightened.

The 360-degree projection fully demonstrated the subtle changes on her face, causing the audience to burst into laughter.

The person who shouted for her just now not only laughed louder, but also mocked: "It's your knife, you can't even pull out the knife, and you're still talking nonsense here. It's really disgusting."

3000 years.

Growing temper.

It's easy to say no.

It's impossible to persuade.

Come and pull it out in person.

Still get Joe here.

Jiang Si spit out a breath of turbid air, nodded, grabbed the sleeve of the knife handle and rolled it up, stared at the knife, and slapped the stone with his left hand.

With a bang.

The stone that several people couldn't hold was broken and shattered, and turned into slag.

The rusty knife was held in her hand.

The laughter of the audience came to an abrupt end.

He looked at the stage in amazement.

He couldn't help but shivered all over.

She slapped the stone that several people could not hold. If this was slapped on the head, wouldn’t it be like a five-thunder thunder, and it would be like a stone to break into pieces?

"Sorry, it makes you disgusting. Let me tell you again, it is not a broken knife, it is more valuable than anyone you are here." Jiang Si held the knife in one hand, played a knife flower, and used the knife to directly split the transparent glass box containing the 288 zombie crystal nucleus.

Huai Guo was shocked and stepped forward. It was an auction item sold by someone else. How can I explain it to others if I miss one?

Jiang Si got up and took 5 level 5 zombie crystal cores. She exerted a little force on her hand. The crystal clear zombie crystal core was embedded on the table.

She stepped forward and said suspiciously: "I bought this thing, I will use it in advance, isn't it?"

Huaiguo stepped forward and retreated: "Of course it's okay, you use it, you use it!"

The others at the auction were shocked.

Say it was a gem.

Why did I feel that the little girl on the stage is not as simple as a gem?

Bo Jichen looked at the stage without turning his eyes. The big baby told him that it would be useful to ask him to buy this kind of gem. She bought it herself, which would be a whetstone.

Is her current behavior necessary to sharpen the knife in public?

Agarez stared at the people on the auction table with dark eyes.

"You think it's rusted and can't be touched, right?" Jiang Si held the hilt of the knife in her right hand and stroked the rusty blade with her left hand. "Didn't you say it all? It belongs to a female war god on the ancient earth."

"The female war god's mount has a mental protective cover, and the clothes she wears can be preserved to this day. So how do you think the knife she used to kill zombies has become a broken knife?"

After her words fell, the tip of the knife poked onto the zombie crystal nucleus, pressed her left hand against the knife, and pushed forward with her right hand against the knife handle. The rusty back of the knife rubbed against the zombie crystal nucleus, and the flames shone everywhere.

A stream of evil spirits spanned 3,000 years. With the rays of fire, it spread out from the middle of the auction hall, forming a powerful oppressive deterrent force, shrouding the auction hall.

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