Ye Nanfeng sat on the sofa and opened the exquisitely packaged bags one after another.

In addition to the bronze ancient tripod and black-hearted lotus photographed by Ye Nanfeng, there are eight rare treasures given to him by Zhao Zhijie.

Two calligraphy and paintings, four ancient porcelains, an ancient jade, and a bottle of golden sore medicine.

Ye Nanfeng checked the treasure review record twice and found that these eight treasures were all genuine.

"This landscape painting was written by famous artists of the Song Dynasty and is of great value. I remember Zhao Zhijie took 20 million to take pictures, and it would be better or worse!"

"This piece of blue and white porcelain is exquisitely carved and pleasing to the eye. It is also extraordinary and has a collection value."

"And this small jade porcelain bowl..." Ye Nanfeng chose several places in the hall and placed five of the more ordinary antique treasures one by one.

With that bronze ancient tripod, the temperament of the entire hall is directly improved by several levels, making it look ancient and rustic.

"This piece of ancient jade is extraordinary..." Ye Nanfeng picked up the ancient jade and bought it extremely warmly, which shocked him.

"This ancient jade is made of top-quality mutton fat jade, which has the effect of refreshing the mind and eliminating fatigue."

Ye Nanfeng's eyes lit up. When he looked at the ancient jade carefully, he found that there was a big belly Maitreya Buddha carved on it with a smile, and there was a small hole on the top of the ancient jade.

"Men wear Guanyin, women wear Buddha! It's best to wear this ancient Buddha jade for Qin Xue."

Ye Nanfeng couldn't help but be happy and immediately found a red thread to penetrate the small hole. When he looked at the ancient jade from a distance, it looked like a jade pendant.

Then, Ye Nanfeng put the ancient Buddha jade back into the gift box and placed it, intending to give it to Qin Xue tomorrow.

What remains are a pair of calligraphy and paintings and a bottle of golden sore medicine.

As soon as the calligraphy and painting was opened, a simple and grand momentum came to my face. On the scroll, there was an ancient text: Immortal! The signature is written with nameless.

The auction price of this calligraphy and painting reached 60 million, which belongs to the top five auction items. It was auctioned by Ye Nanfeng, who suggested that Zhao Zhijie bid.

"This calligraphy and painting seems to have little collection value and no power is revealed. Even Taoist Mu gave up just by quoting a little."

"But they all misunderstood. The power of this calligraphy and painting is no less than that of the Feng Shui compass' evil-proof array! It's even better. After all, this is an intact treasure! Unlike the Feng Shui compass that are about to be exhausted and can only be used once, the power of the magic array it contains can be said to be full of power! It is no problem to expel evil and avoid ghosts, and it even has the wonder of illuminating all things and nourishing the body and mind!"

"It is probably written by a master, and it contains a trace of energy and spirit of that master!"

Ye Nanfeng became more and more surprised the more he looked at it. The potential value of this seemingly ordinary calligraphy and painting was beyond his imagination.

His heart beat slightly faster, his fingers gathered together, and a trace of energy ejected out as if it were a substance.

If Taoist Mu still exists in the world, he will be so surprised that he can't stop talking. This is the release of energy and only warriors above the peak of internal energy can do it.

Ye Nanfeng's energy turned into substance, which was definitely above the peak of internal energy.

"The formation must be activated!"

Ye Nanfeng's eyes were slightly condensed with his fingers, and his spirit gathered on the energy that was released, one stroke and one vertical... and the word "Xian" was re-written according to the strokes.

When the last vertical was completed, a strong golden light flashed across the entire word "Xian" and illuminated the entire hall.

"It turned out to be the Qingxin Ding Divine Array!"

Ye Nanfeng looked over the calligraphy and painting and saw that the entire character "Xian" seemed to be flowing with high rivers, making a series of light sounds. The whole person's spiritual platform was clear and the movements in his body became more comfortable and unimpeded.

Ye Nanfeng was ecstatic. He originally thought it was just a magic array similar to warding off evil spirits, but he didn't expect it to be a magic array of clearing the mind! As long as the warrior has this magical calligraphy and painting, his cultivation can't help but make rapid progress, and he can also prevent being possessed by the devil.

"For warriors, this immortal painting is more attractive than the nine-tailed moss grass!"

Ye Nanfeng couldn't put down this calligraphy and painting, and his confidence in exchanging the nine-tailed moss grass has increased a little.

The last treasure is a bottle of golden sore medicine, which contains ten pills. As long as the bone injuries and some skin injuries are cured.

For ordinary people, it is a magical medicine. Almost as long as the bones are not crushed, one can recover from the injury after taking a few days of recuperation.

For warriors, fighting and fighting is commonplace, and they will inevitably be injured. This bottle of golden sore medicine is like a bottle of panacea oil, and is a must-have medicine for traveling at home.

However, compared with the calligraphy and paintings of immortals, this bottle of golden sore medicine seems ordinary, too popular and not valuable.

If you go to the underground trade fair in Qianshan Town, you probably won’t be able to exchange any good things, let alone the Nine-tailed Moss Grass.

"But since it is a necessary medicine for warriors, you must carry it and be prepared for any trouble."

Ye Nanfeng put the golden sore medicine and the calligraphy and paintings of immortals together, and was preparing to take them to Qianshan Town together.

After looking at these two treasures, Ye Nanfeng always felt that he was still worth it and was not very at ease.

After a while, Ye Nanfeng suddenly realized.

"Now I can really show something valuable, only the word "Xian" is the calligraphy and painting! The golden sore medicine is not enough to see."

"If the other party doesn't need this kind of gain treasure, then I will be in vain! In the end, I can only return empty-handed!"

He tapped his fingers on the table and analyzed carefully.

"Only ask for assistance."

After thinking about it, Ye Nanfeng finally came up with a way.

He immediately called Mr. Qi.

"Young Master, it's midnight, why did you call me, the old man?

Is there anything I can't say tomorrow?"

Mr. Qi said impatiently, sleepy.

When Ye Nanfeng heard this, he realized that it was already one o'clock in the morning. The appearance of the calligraphy and paintings of immortals made him a little excited and forgot about time.

He knew that Mr. Qi hated that others disturbed him when he was sleeping the most, and he was very angry when he woke up. Even if his father had no urgent matters, he would not dare to call Mr. Qi at this time.

It was a blessing that Ye Nanfeng was not scolded by Mr. Qi.

"Old Qi, I'm sorry! I have something urgent to ask you!"

Ye Nanfeng smiled embarrassedly and said softly.

"What's the matter! Tell me quickly!"

Mr. Qi replied briefly, obviously wanting to hang up the phone as soon as possible.

"Can you help me ask Mr. Xiao and give me a bottle of Qiyuan Pill?"

Ye Nanfeng didn't dare to procrastinate and said quickly.

"You asked me to get something with that bad old man?

I won't do it!"

Hearing Ye Nanfeng's words, Old Qi was stunned and suddenly lost his sleepiness.

In the Ye family, Mr. Qi was in charge of internal affairs, while Mr. Xiao was in charge of external affairs.

Mr. Qi is sleek in dealing with the world, while Mr. Xiao is meticulous and stubborn, and still refuses to use some high-tech products, such as mobile phones.

The two occasionally have some interaction, but they often have to go against Mai Mang and often bicker.

Letting Mr. Qi and Mr. Xiao take things is equivalent to making Mr. Qi bow his head slightly, after all, he has short hands.

How could he agree?

"Old Qi, I really need Qiyuan Pill in urgent need! Just tell Mr. Xiao that I want it!"

Ye Nanfeng said hurriedly.

Mr. Xiao is his leader in martial arts practice, and he can be regarded as half of his master. In addition to Ye Tian, ​​he is the closest to Mr. Xiao.

When he was in the capital, Ye Nanfeng asked Mr. Xiao for advice on martial arts. Mr. Xiao, who was as stubborn as a stone, had always taught him everything he had without any hiding his own personal information.

"No! You're looking for someone else!"

Mr. Qi firmly refused.

Even though he knew that Mr. Xiao and Ye Nanfeng had a good relationship, Mr. Qi didn't want to be Ye Nanfeng's microphone, and he didn't want to say a word to Mr. Xiao.

"Old Qi, who should I tell you? Tell me more, and the other one will know my existence!"

Ye Nanfeng continued to plead.

"Okay! I'll try it tomorrow!"

Mr. Qi thought for a long time before agreeing.

Before Ye Nanfeng could say thank you, Mr. Qi hung up the phone and continued to sleep.

"Qiyuan Pill is a top-grade elixir, which has the powerful effect of cultivating Qi and regaining the Yuan. Takers below the peak of internal strength can directly break through a small realm! It has great temptation for every warrior!"

"With Qiyuan Pill and the calligraphy and painting of immortals, I don't believe that I can't exchange it for the Nine-tailed Moss Grass!"

Ye Nanfeng held his phone tightly and his confidence increased greatly. As long as the Nine-tailed Moss Grass appears, he will take it down!
Chapter completed!