Urban Treasure Appraisal: My eyes see through everything

Followed by Yang Feng and Murong Wan.

The islanders led them to a very dilapidated inn in town.

Walk into the room on the second floor.

There was a damp stench coming from inside.

The island man slowly walked to the side of the bed and took out a one-meter-long box.

Murong Wan followed behind him to prevent him from making any moves.

"It's in this box. The

islander whispered.

Murong Wan saw that his expression was wrong, and said vigilantly: "You open it yourself." "

Yes, yes. The

islanders hurriedly opened the box by themselves.

Not surprisingly, that ancient painting of the national treasure level was indeed placed inside.

At this time, the hands of the island people gently rested on the ancient painting, as if they wanted to help the two pick up the painting.

Murong Wan and Yang Feng also thought that this task was over.

But at this moment, the eyes of the island people suddenly showed coldness.

At this moment, he took a stone out of his pocket and pressed it directly against the ancient painting.

Murong Wan felt that something was wrong, and when she was about to make a move, the island native was already leaning against the wall, grabbing the ancient painting scroll with his right hand, making a look like he was going to destroy it.

"Don't come, stand back, stand back!" the

islander shouted anxiously.

Yang Feng was angry and wanted to make a move, but Murong Wan stopped him at this time and reminded: "The one in his hand is a flint, as long as a little spiritual power is instilled, it will ignite the ancient painting, and then the national treasure will be destroyed." "

Bastard, play this hand at a time like this.

Yang Feng's expression was resentful.

But the two of them could only retreat to the door at this time, five or six meters away from the islanders.

Only then did the islander feel a little safe, and said coldly: "Prepare a car for me, otherwise I will light a fire!"

He threatened the two with ancient paintings as hostages.

Yang Feng wanted to use the pupil technique at this time, but he suddenly realized that his pupil technique could only suppress people's actions, but he couldn't suppress the spiritual power, if he used the spiritual power to ignite the ancient painting at this time, he would become a sinner.

But they can't leave like this, otherwise they will really fall for this guy's scheme.

"We can discuss, put down the painting in your hand, and I promise to let you go.

Murong Wan said.

The islander sneered and said, "Cunning Huaxia, do you think I will believe you?!" "I

can vouch for it with my reputation." "

Your credibility is worthless in my eyes

!" said the islander, looking out the window with one eye, and said, "What about the car I want!" "

There are only two of us coming, and there is no way for someone to prepare a car for you." "

Nonsense, just now I clearly saw that he knew the person in the casino! Let him prepare!"

He was already in a hurry, and he didn't care what was going to happen.

Yang Feng felt that the situation was wrong, but still said, "I'll go and drive our car back, but after you drive away, you have to leave the painting in your hand."

"Of course I know this, and I'm a reputable person. The

islanders said truthfully.

Yang Feng walked downstairs as he said, leaving Murong Wan to confront him.

After a while, Yang Feng drove downstairs.

When the islanders saw the car arrive, they jumped directly from the window on the second floor, and landed right next to the car.

Murong Wan and Yang Feng followed, watching him get into the car.

"You should be able to return the painting to us now, right?"

Murong Wan asked.

The island man started the car at this time, and his heart was already very proud, he poked his head out of the car window and looked at the two people outside with disdain.

"Two fools! We islanders won't tell you anything about credibility!"

the islander laughed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away into the distance.

Murong Wan's face sank.

At this moment, there was an extra gravel in her hand at some point.

"Wow!"

with Murong Wan's wrist straining.

In an instant, the gravel flew towards the vehicle with a sound of breaking through the air.

But Murong Wan didn't know why, the first time she used it, she missed, and the stone just rubbed it next to the ears of the island people.

"Bastard!" the

islanders knew they couldn't run away.

A spiritual power in his hand directly inspired the flint.

In an instant, this ancient painting worth 10,000 gold burned.

At the same time, the next stone finally hit the back of his head with precision.

The car lost control and crashed into a utility pole in front of it.

The islanders were lying on the steering wheel and lost their lives.

And the old paintings are still burning.

Murong Wan hurriedly caught up and extinguished the fire, but at this time, most of the painting had already been burned.

"The aura hasn't dispersed yet, can you absorb it?"

Murong Wan suddenly looked at Yang Feng next to him.

She knew that the painting had no appreciation value at this point.

While the aura is still condensed on it, it is better to play some role.

Yang Feng was also stunned by the sudden question.

He looked at the extremely rich aura on this painting, and the slightest sound of dragon groaning.

If it weren't for the national treasure, Yang Feng would have done it a long time ago.

"Yes. "

Go back to the room you were in.

Murong Wan said decisively.

She took the remnants of the ancient paintings and quickly returned to the room with Yang Feng.

Closing the doors and windows, Yang Feng meditated on the bed.

Murong Wan put the painting in front of him.

This is the most aura of antiques Yang Feng has ever seen since he had these eyes.

It is also the only one that has a complete wisp of imperial energy.

The so-called imperial qi is naturally the breath left by the ancient emperors.

But it's not as noble as it goes.

Just a symbol of luck.

It's like buying a lottery ticket is easier to win than someone else.

But to leave an imperial spirit in calligraphy, it takes extremely high talent.

It's like a great writer who uses his extremely high talent to capture the aura.

The owner of this antique was an emperor of the Song Dynasty.

He is also recognized as one of the most talented people among the ancient emperors.

With such a complete wisp of imperial qi, after Yang Feng absorbed it, he immediately had a feeling of transcendence.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Yang Feng only felt the continuous growth of the meridians in his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was already a violent sunlight in the gap in the window.

It's noon the next day.

He looked around and found that Murong Wan was still guarding beside him.

Seeing that Yang Feng was awake, Murong Wan also stretched and said, "It's time to go back to Huaxia." "

You stayed all night?" Yang

Feng was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the painting in front of him, which had now wilted into waste paper.

This is true of every antique whose aura has been drained.

It's just that Yang Feng didn't expect that he would one day be able to absorb such a national treasure-level thing.

Murong Wan didn't give him much time to think.

After buying another car locally.

Murong Wan had already driven the car and took Yang Feng back towards the border of Huaxia.

Sit in the car.

Yang Feng entered and felt that his spirit was exceptionally good.

Moreover, the spiritual power in his body surged, at least a third stronger than before.

If he were to deal with the previous Ito June now, I am afraid that he would not have to trigger to the limit at all.

But after a brief surprise, he suddenly remembered something.

"Did you deliberately let him burn that painting yesterday?" Yang

Feng suddenly spoke, looking at Murong Wan with puzzled eyes.