She doesn't want to pretend anymore

There are many people who are jealous.

But Mr. Yang never planned to sell it and treated it as a family heirloom.

Xu Qiao didn't know who instigated him to want this piece of raw material.

This piece of raw material was worth over 10 million yuan at that time.

Now, immeasurable.

"What about you? Did you bring the things you mentioned?"

Yang Donglai asked back.

"Why didn't you bring it?"

Yang Donglai glanced at everyone and proudly asked someone to bring his things up.

"I'll let you inspect the goods first, otherwise you'll say there's something wrong with my stuff."

As soon as he raised his hand, someone came forward with a black rectangular box and opened it.

An extremely beautiful sword was revealed before everyone.

Just looking at the scabbard, it is decorated with gems and carved with intricate patterns, with a phoenix standing high in the sky on it.

At first glance, one can tell that this sword has an extraordinary origin.

Mansu fell in love with the sword before it was even unscabbarded.

Her heart was stirring, and she knew that this was her body's desire for spiritual power.

The sword in Xu Qiao's hand is spiritual.

"Fuck, it's really beautiful. Is this sword a collection of the Xu family's ancestors? Isn't he afraid that his family will not let him go after he takes it out?"

Some people came to watch the fun and started talking about the sword.

Most of the people who appear here are from the same circle.

It’s not like they don’t know Xu Qiao.

"The Xu family loves their children. When the eldest child had an accident, the Xu family naturally held the second child in their hands and loved him like the apple of their eye. Even if he poked a hole in the sky, the Xu family would dare to clean up the mess for him, let alone a broken sword."

"What broken sword? Where is it broken?"

The brave ones even encouraged Xu Qiao to draw his sword.

"Xu Qiao, why don't you pull out your sword and let us see the blade."

Whether this sword is sharp enough or not, we still need to open our eyes to see.

Feng Cheng curled his lips and said, "Yes, Xu Qiao, draw your sword and let's see. What if you just took the scabbard of the Fengming Sword and lied to others?"

Drawing the sword, Xu Qiao sneered: "You know nothing about my family's precious sword. The Fengming Sword cannot be drawn out at all."

Can’t pull it out?

Everyone looked at each other.

how can that be possible?

"I have heard of it." Yan Li whispered to the others, "My grandfather is a professor of history. When I was a child, he told me stories and mentioned this Fengming Sword when he talked about famous swords in ancient times."

"It is said that the Fengming Sword can only be pulled out by its master. It is said that when the Fengming Sword was forged, a drop of phoenix blood was dripped into it, infusing the sword with the soul of the phoenix."

“So, when you draw your sword, there will be a sound of a phoenix. When you fight with others, there will even be a phantom of a phoenix.”

"These are all legends. My grandfather has never seen the Fengming Sword, so he has no way to verify it."

"Later, I heard that the Xu family got the Fengming Sword from somewhere, and I even went to the Xu family."

The Xu family also gave Yan Lang face. In fact, besides Yan Lang, there were other people who were curious about the Fengming Sword.

To this end, the Xu family held a sword appreciation conference.

Of course, this gathering was not only about the Xu family’s Fengming Sword, but also some other collectors who took out their best collections.

That conference satisfied the curiosity of all collectors and also made the old man of the Xu family the center of attention.

"Tsk, it seems there are still people who know what's good."

Xu Qiao naturally also heard what Yan Li said. He glanced at Yan Li and was obviously very satisfied with him.

"Are you sure that if you use this sword as a bet, you won't deny your debt after losing?"

Manshu stared at the Fengming Sword and couldn't take his eyes away.