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Chapter two thousand one hundred and five old friends

"You mean that today's auction was actually a game set up by the man standing behind Rang Rong?"

The tribe man said in surprise.

But there was a look of fear on his face.

This is the Nanhai Province. The territory that the Yu family has ruled for thousands of years. No matter who comes, in the eyes of the Yu family, they are all ants.

"Haha, no matter whether he was unintentional or intentional, this person must die today, including the person behind him. If he dares to go against the Yu family in the South China Sea, he will die very ugly." Yu Qian sneered coldly, and his eyes flashed at Tang Rong, and a cold murderous intent flashed.

Tang Sheng finally finished reading the manuscript.

Then the auction goes straight to the topic.

The exhibits in the first half are mainly some famous calligraphy and paintings that Tang Rong had taken at some auction venues abroad in recent decades, as well as antiques leaked from China.

Although the major forces did not come for this, there were still many rich people from the secular world who showed great interest in these antique calligraphy and paintings, and they raised their signs, even if they increased the price, they wanted to take them down.

Lu Fan didn't care about these auction items, his eyes fell on Qi Fengyu and the others.

Seeing that Qi Fengyu was full of energy and leisure, his skills were long and vast, and the cultivation level of several juniors was obviously more than that of the younger generation of Nangong Wushu, he suddenly felt cold.

"Sure enough, Qianshamen has begun to practice Kunlun magic tricks, or in other words, the ancient martial arts they left for Qianshamen."

Lu Fan had seen the mystery of Qianshamen before. People from Qianshamen often cannot judge their age based on their appearance. The higher their mysterious skills, the more they practice, the more they will be, so he can't judge whether these "youths" in front of him are real juniors or other masters from Qianshamen who deliberately cover up their aura and mix them up.

It is not difficult to see through this auction.

The impact of this general trend on Chinese martial arts has gradually emerged.

Judging from the positive benefits, the overall strength of the entire Chinese martial arts has been greatly improved.

Previously, the Grandmaster was overwhelmingly above a region and was unrivaled.

In just one month, at least dozens of people have stepped from masters to the strongest.

The strongest half a step is countless.

Even in a short period of time, there were supreme levels like Wang Changqing and several half-step supremes.

This is a very terrifying leap.

In this era when the great masters have become a street full of people, other warriors have become ants. Once conflict breaks out, their destructive power will be amazingly terrifying.

Fortunately.

Lu Fan's whereabouts of all the things he did when he came to Nanhai Province this time and disappeared.

At present, no one knows he is here.

The enemy is clear and the enemy is dark, which is the main reason why Lu Fan can still sit in the private room so calmly and watch the auction.

The first part is in full swing. Zhong Boyong smiled and said, "Don't say that Tang Rong has many good things, there are two authentic works of Tang Bohu. This thing is hard to buy even if you have money. If you don't have the identity, I would have wanted to pay for it, but he took it down..."

As he was talking, the door of the room suddenly rang.

Everyone was stunned because Lu Fan deliberately explained that no matter what happened, no one could disturb them unless Tang Rong came.

"Who?" Zhong Boyong asked vigilantly.

"Someone is looking for you."

The person outside replied, "It is your old friend in Jinling."
Chapter completed!
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