Chapter 51 Songhe Sword Storm

Once famous, if it can be auctioned at a high price again, it will set off a higher trend. As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Huang Feng is not afraid of being famous at this time, and he also wants to improve his reputation. In this way, it is not difficult to reproduce the glory of the Huang family.

The auction finally began, and Nangong Feng pointed out some people to let Huang Feng know him. Among them are the prince of the prince's mansion and Mo Wentian.

At the beginning of the auction, antiques, porcelain, and even ancient swords were auctioned at a high price, at least tens of thousands of taels of silver. This is a number of words that ordinary people will feel dizzy when they see it.

"I believe that most of you came here for the masterpiece of the youngest casting master, and our final work is this Songhe Sword."

"How shocking the last time the tiger sword shocked us. Master Huang Feng is worthy of being a master and casting the divine sword again in a very short time..." The host is still campaigning, and everyone is intoxicated, which is like a legendary story. But there are also some people who disdain it.

"Now, the pine crane sword is coming up." Two beautiful women came up with exquisite boxes in their hands. Opening the box, a cold shining sword was sitting in it. The sword body was imprinted with a powerful ancient pine, like standing on the cliff for thousands of years, but it had never bowed to the harsh environment, and an indomitable momentum burst out.

The crane spits out its sword body, like a fairy beast from the sky, extraordinary and above the secular world. As soon as everyone saw the Songhe Sword, they could no longer turn their eyes away and were moved.

"This is the Songhe Sword, which is many times stronger than the Shen Yun in the portrait."

"The divine sword with such artistic conception has gone beyond the category of sword and is almost a perfect work of art."

"I will auction this sword anyway. It's a symbol of my identity."

For a moment, everyone was shocked, and even some casting masters stood up directly, their eyes were full of disbelief, shaking their heads, and then sitting back to their seats in a daze.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push forward..." They sighed. With such a masterpiece, they have exhausted their lives and have never cast it.

"This sword is the most suitable for fighting. I used to think my sword was a good sword, but now it's rubbish." A swordsman pulled out his sword at his waist, and the white light was as white as snow, which was also extraordinary. But he threw away the sword directly and didn't even look at it. There was only the Songhe Sword in his eyes.

You can imagine what a sensation the Songhe Sword caused. Even several big men in the box stood up, their eyes were extremely fierce, and they couldn't wait to immediately hold the Songhe sword in their hands.

Huang Feng nodded slightly when he saw such a reaction from the masses, which was expected. Today, the mainland has been fighting continuously and highly advocates force. Weapons have been combined with force since ancient times. Naturally, weapons also have a high status. The dignitaries hope to have a good weapon to show off, and a real martial arts master hopes to have a good sword to accompany him gallop around the world.

For whatever reason, there is no doubt that Songhe Sword must be a treasure in the eyes of these people.

The reserve price of Songhe Sword is 10,000 taels of silver. The price should not be less than 1,000 taels of silver at a time. The host opened his voice and roared. The reserve price alone made some people afraid and unable to sit down. But the heroes were still excited, and someone immediately bid.

"15,000 taels."

"Thirty thousand taels."

"Forty thousand taels."

Some rich businessmen immediately put the price too high, trying to make some people understand that they are fearless to fight for money. But their ideas seem to be superfluous. People who really value this sword will not care about this money at all.

"Fifty taels!"

"60,000 taels."

The heroes are furious. Some people have clenched their teeth and look fierce. These belongings are almost beyond what they can bear.

"Well, this sword is like a heavenly sword, and I will get it anyway." The son's eyes were hot, "100,000 taels!"

He directly raised the price by 100,000 taels, and many competitors looked stagnant, sitting extremely unwillingly and gasping. The bidding just now is even more thrilling than the abnormal fight. Everyone shouts, almost regardless of everything.

At this time, many people are hot-headed, and it doesn't matter who shouts the price.

"120,000 taels."

Some rich businessmen are unyielding and continue to bid. The last fierce tiger sword was auctioned at a high price of 150,000 taels, and the price of this pine crane sword is destined not to be worse than that of the fierce tiger sword. Because of the momentum, I don't know how many people have come specially for it.

"Huang Feng, for the first time, I think money is so easy to come by." Nangong Feng smiled and said that Huang Feng came to the auction house for the first time and was really shocked. These people spent money like burning money, as if it was not white money at all.

However, he has no idea about money now. He only wants to spread the reputation of the Huang family, reencome to the world, awaken the dusty memories of the world, and let them remember that there is a brilliant casting family called the Huang family!

Father's wish, he must fulfill it!

"Two thousand taels."

Suddenly, a sound came from a hidden box, directly adding 80,000 taels. To the side eyes of many rich businessmen, 200,000 taels is not a small amount for anyone.

"Two thousand taels." Mo Wentian, who had been sitting silently, finally opened his mouth. Although the price increase was not high, it immediately stirred up thousands of waves.

"23 million taels."

"300,000 taels." In the box, there was a sound again, and the price increase was so high that it was shocking. Some rich businessmen began to shake their heads and give up.

300,000 taels, which is an unimaginable number of words.

"Who the hell is this guy? The price increase is so crazy." The son of the world gritted his teeth and stared fiercely.

"31 million taels." Don't ask the sky to raise the price slowly, and there is no intention of giving up. Then some reluctant rich businessmen slowly raise prices.

"400,000 taels." There was another sound in the box. At this time, almost everyone sat down and didn't want to continue the competition.

The host almost dried his throat, with a high price of 400,000 taels, which is extremely rare in history.

"500,000 taels." The son roared, and his eyes turned red. His high status does not mean that he has a lot of money.

"51 million taels." Mo Wentian's price increase like this, and there is no hurry at all.

"600,000 taels." The people in the box were still restless and seemed to say nothing about money at all.

"Brother Feng, what's the beginning of that man? Spend so much money." Huang Feng was surprised.

"I don't know. We don't care what he is. Anyway, he is willing to bid. This auction will definitely be recorded and exaggerated. Nangong Feng smiled, which undoubtedly created momentum for Huang Feng.

"Damn it!" The son roared and wanted to pull down the people above him and immediately torture him to death.

Sudently, there was an extremely cold murderous intention from above, which made him tremble all over, and his legs were weak, and he almost sat down.

"The son is a master, don't be reckless." A servant hurriedly said.

"600,000 taels, is there a higher price?" The host roared and almost stood unsteadily with excitement.

Mo Wentian just wanted to raise the price, but suddenly there was a sound in another box.

"70,000 taels!"

directly added 100,000 taels, making everyone look sideways. The main figures of the auction changed into a struggle between two people in the box.

Huang Feng smiled. The more fierce the competition, the better.