Martial arts supreme

Chapter 91
The auction conference is not over, and there are still three martial arts cheats that have not been auctioned.

Zhuge Qingyuan on the stage also stabilized his mind after a short rest, and his whole body also recovered some spirits.

"Everyone! The three weapons have been auctioned off, and the next auction is the martial arts cheats." Zhuge Qingyuan paused, and then said: "Qingshui Kingdom has never lacked martial arts cheats, but there are very few high-grade Huang-rank martial arts. Few. The old man said without exaggeration that in Qingshui, there are at most no more than twenty people who have practiced top-grade Huang-rank martial arts. Of course, these twenty are all high-ranking suzerains or heads, and the others are The elders of the six major sects."

"But everyone is blessed today. Young master Ye Fengye selected all high-grade yellow-rank martial arts. Everyone can see that the quality of the three weapons just now is better than that of one. Presumably the three martial arts cheats that will be auctioned next will be the same. Not much nonsense, let's take a look at what the first martial arts book is."

After Zhuge Qingyuan finished speaking, he turned around and waved to the servant who was holding a tray in the audience, signaling to present the first martial arts secret book.

When the servant came to the stage with the tray in hand, Zhuge Qingyuan picked up the note on the red cloth and looked at it. He nodded with slight surprise and admiration.

Pulling off the red cloth, Zhuge Qingyuan picked up the martial arts secret book on the tray, held it up high and showed it to everyone, saying: "The top-grade Huang-rank martial arts is eight steps around the dragon, eight steps on the eight points, moving with people, forgiving OK. When the speed of the person performing this skill reaches a certain level, eight figures will appear."

Zhuge Qingyuan introduced the eight-step martial arts around the dragon eloquently, and everyone in the audience listened carefully, for fear of missing some information and missing the auction of this martial arts.

In the No. [-] box on the second floor, Ye Feng didn't hear anything outside the window, just sat at the table drinking tea, cast his eyes on Han Zidie in front of the window from time to time, and then looked away thinking about something.

Han Zidie was different from Ye Feng. When Zhuge Qingyuan presided over the auction of martial arts books again, Han Zidie also became excited.

Han Zidie is still interested, in fact, it has something to do with the intermission just now.

During the break just now, Han Zidie did some calculations, that is, the Golden Dragon Stick, Luoyue Bow and the pseudo-king weapon Black Knife were combined, and a total of more than 400 million taels of silver was auctioned.

Among the people Han Zidi knew, Wang Yuanwai was the richest. She originally thought that Wang Yuanwai was rich enough, but what happened today completely overturned her previous thoughts.

"Brother Feng! How much money can you sell for this eight-step martial arts book?"

Ye Feng paused holding the teacup, looked up at the video on Han Zidie's back for a moment, put down the teacup and said indifferently: "Sister Zidie, come and sit down, I have a few words with you."

Han Zidie was watching vigorously, and was stunned by Ye Feng's call. When she turned around, she found Ye Feng's face was very serious, she nodded, walked to the table and sat down.

"Brother Feng, do you want me to increase the price? Although Sima Yanru is a bit arrogant and arrogant, she is a girl after all. Besides, if the leader of the Heng Yue Sect knew that Sima Yanru had been cheated, he would not have come to the auction. To take revenge?" Han Zidi's first thought was that Ye Feng wanted to tell her what to say next, so as not to reveal her flaws in the bidding with Sima Yanru.

However, Han Zidie guessed wrong.

Ye Feng smiled faintly at her and said, "Let's not talk about it beforehand, let me ask you a question, do you really plan to work in an auction house in the future?"

Ye Feng's words stunned Han Zidie for a moment, and after recovering, she nodded and said sincerely: "Of course. Brother Feng, you... don't you want to go back on your word? This is not okay, you have promised Zidie .”

The smile on Ye Feng's face dissipated, and he stared at Han Zidie seriously for a few seconds, then raised his hand to lift the lid of the teacup, tapped some tea with his index finger and wrote on the table the four words Character.

"I'll only write the next number once, you have to read it carefully." Ye Feng dipped a few drops of tea again, and quickly wrote down a series of numbers next to the four characters with his index finger.

Ye Feng's actions made Han Zidie very puzzled, but she still kept Ye Feng's reminder in her heart. At this time, her beautiful eyes did not blink, and her eyes followed Ye Feng's fingers.

When Ye Feng wrote all the numbers on the table, regardless of whether Han Zidie wrote down hundreds of numbers or not, Ye Feng wiped the table with his right hand, and the strings of numbers disappeared in an instant.

"Now think back to all the numbers I wrote, but let me tell you the order of the numbers I wrote in different directions." Ye Feng changed to a new teacup, filled it up, took a sip and said calmly.

Han Zidie became even more confused, wondering what Ye Feng meant?
"En? Didn't you remember?" Ye Feng frowned slightly, glanced at Han Zidie who was startled from the corner of his eye, and said again: "If you can't remember, it means that you are not suitable to work in an auction house .”

"Hmph! How do you know that Zidie didn't remember?" Han Zidie pouted and snorted unconvinced, then touched his jaw with his index finger and thought for a while: "North Seven, East Three, North Six, West Twelve , South 64, North 28, West 46, South 95..."

Han Zidi kept talking about a series of numbers, and in the blink of an eye, she spit out nearly fifty groups.

Looking at Ye Feng again, as Han Zidie continued to say the numbers, the teacup on his lips also remained motionless, as if he was fascinated by what he heard.

"North 32, West 49, then East Seven, South Two, and the last group is North One. There are one hundred and eight sets of numbers in total. Brother Feng, am I right?" Han Zidi said all the numbers. When he came out, he pursed his lips proudly and smiled at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't speak, he gently put the teacup on the table, stood up and walked to the window.

At this moment, the Furious Three Cuts martial art has already been auctioned outside, and I don't know if Ye Feng is listening to the crowd scrambling to increase the price, or thinking about other things in his heart.

Ye Feng's silence made Han Zidie a little nervous, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Feng! You... what's wrong with you? Could it be... Could it be that Zidie got a number wrong?"

I saw Ye Feng turned around slowly, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, he watched Han Zidie for ten breaths, and then said: "If you really want to work in the auction house, you will Keep these one hundred and eight numbers in mind. Do not show off your outstanding memory to outsiders, let alone tell outsiders about these one hundred and eight numbers, not even Manager Yang in the mansion. To put it simply, you only need Just memorize one hundred and eight sets of numbers, and forget everything else."

"Brother Feng! You...why did you ask me to remember these numbers?" Han Zidie frowned, her eyes full of confusion.

"These numbers are very important." Ye Feng smiled lightly. When he heard Zhuge Qingyuan outside asking his servant to present the third book of martial arts, Ye Feng turned around and looked at the box directly opposite through the gap in the curtain, and murmured coldly: "Sima Yanru, it's the third round of bidding again, don't let me down."

　In the past two days, people in the book review area have always insulted commoners, and I don't know why.If my book is not good-looking, you can click X not to collect it.If you leave a comment and scold directly in the book review, it is not only a lack of the most basic courtesy between people, but also a waste of your own time.Commoner is about to ask, isn't it good for you to spend this time looking for the book you like?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)