Bar!

The sound was not very loud, but the audience was shocked, and even Mr. Hou stood up in shock.

"Xiao Bing, what are you doing? What kind of pride!" Hou Shangyong was the first to react, rushed behind Hou Bing with a dark face, and pulled him back.

After Hou Bing reacted, he found that he was really too excited just now, his face turned red like a monkey butt. So many people looked at him and knew that he was inappropriate, so he let his father pull him back.

At this time, Ouyang Wumu and others all had their faces as dark as Bao Qingtian, especially Ouyang Chao. He felt that he had a certain green hat on his head.

"Bastard, what is this? This is a fake toy." He ran to Hou Bing in anger and reached out to grab the sword.

Hou Bing dodged and angrily rushed to Ouyang Chao: "I like it even if it is fake. What does it have to do with you?"

"Xiaobing, don't mess around. Hurry up and give Xiaochao this broken sword to Xiaochao. What kind of sword are you playing in a girl's house? Besides, can this broken sword be compared to the betrothal gifts that Xiaochao and the others have carefully prepared for you?" Hou Shangyong saw that Ouyang Wumu's face was very bad and immediately scolded him angrily.

Hou Bing's face changed to grievance. She bit Chun and hugged the sword box in her hand tightly, looking like she "will rather die than surrender".

At this time, Ouyang Wumu spoke, and he said with a cold face: "Xiaobing, if you don't like my son, just say it."

As he said that, his cold eyes swept over Hou Shangyong and Hou Lao and said coldly: "You Hou family, don't have to put so much effort into insulting us."

At this time, Wu Yingli was anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "Brother Wu Mu, things are not what you think."

As she said that, she turned her head and stared at Long Hao, and shouted angrily: "Long Hao, right? I don't care where you came from, bring me your broken sword immediately."

"Our Hou family doesn't welcome you, a gangster who is a good match. Get out of here immediately."

Wu Yingli's voice was loud and even a little hysterical. She was so angry that she turned around and rushed towards Hou Bing, reaching out to grab the sword box in her arms.

Seeing that her mother's temperament changed drastically, Hou Bing was afraid of hurting her, so she let go of the sword box with tears in her eyes.

Wu Yingli held the sword box and threw it hard in front of Long Hao with a clang.

"Take your broken sword, get out of here, get out right away!" The roar shook the sky.

Seeing this, Ouyang Chao looked at Long Hao with a grin: "The surname is Long, now the boss tells you to get out. Do you still have to continue eating and drinking with a sloppy face?"

"Get out with your fake toy, you're disgusting."

Long Hao bent down and picked up the sword box on the ground, looked up at the angry Wu Yingli, and said coldly: "If you only have the powerful in your eyes, you will personally destroy your daughter's happiness for the rest of your life."

"A mother like this is the big deal of the world." Long Hao snorted coldly, holding the sword to leave.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses rushed to Long Hao and said anxiously: "Sir, wait a moment, can you let me see the sword in your hand?"

Long Hao chuckled, and opened the sword box with his hand.

The middle-aged man took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, carefully held up the long sword, and looked closer and carefully. His expression became more and more excited and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Really, this is the true sword of Roland, this is indeed the sword of angels."

He raised his head, looked at Long Hao with a trembling body and said, "Sir, can this sword be used to give me Qian? As long as you nod, I, Qian Zhongtian, will lose all my money to exchange for this sword."

hiss!

The people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Many people knew Qian Zhongtian, a famous antique collector in Jinzhou, with a net worth of over 100 million yuan.

"Mr. Qian, this is a broken sword. Don't be fooled by this mountain cannon." Wu Yingli hugged her arms and reminded loudly.

Qian Zhongtian ignored Wu Yingli, but looked at Long Hao nervously and expectantly.

In fact, Long Hao didn’t know how valuable this sword was?

"How much can you pay?" Long Hao asked with a smile.

Qian Zhongtian immediately stretched out his five fingers and breathed rapidly and said, "Five, 500 million. If you don't think it's enough, I can exchange some valuable things at home, at most...600 million!"

boom!

hiss!

A huge amazement and a gasp in the crowd burst out from the crowd, and I couldn't believe the astronomical figures that Qian Zhongtian said.

A sword is worth 600 million, but no one doubts Qian Zhongtian's vision. He has been playing with collecting it for a day or two.

Wu Yingli's chin was almost scared to the ground, Hou Feng's eyes widened and he was stunned, and Hou Shangyong was also stunned.

But Long Hao's next words were even more shocking.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in money, I won't sell it." After saying that, he put down his sword and closed the box.

Qian Zhongtian's face was suddenly full of loss, and raised his hand and patted his thighs a few times in annoyance.

Seeing that Long Hao was about to leave, Wu Yingli could no longer control her behavior, raised her hand to grab Long Haoxu, and shouted: "Long, Long Hao, didn't you agree to give this sword to Xiaobing?"

"You are still a man if you don't keep your word?"

After saying that, he turned his head and said anxiously to Hou Bing: "Why are you still standing there? Go and get your gift, stupid kid."

Hou Bing looked at Long Hao with red eyes, pursing his lips, and not moving, which made Wu Yingli desperate.

"Stop it." At this time, Ouyang Wumu suddenly spoke coldly and stopped Long Hao.

Long Hao stood still, turned his head and sneered: "What? Are you interested in using the sword like this?"

"Take it over, I want to see what the sword worth 600 million yuan looks like?" Ouyang Wumu stretched out his right hand towards Long Hao, and his posture seemed to be a high emperor.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Hao and Ouyang Wumu. Now, Ouyang Wumu finally couldn't help it!

"The people from the Ouyang family are not qualified to see this sword." Long Hao shook his head and refused.

boom!

Ouyang Wumu's brows immediately twisted into the character "Chuan". He walked forward a few steps and stared at Long Hao coldly: "What if I had to look at this sword today?"

"Mr. Long, let's show Commander Wu Mu, don't anger him."

"That's right, Mr. Ouyang holds great power. Will he still steal your sword? He is such a petty man."

"Young and energetic, I have never experienced the beatings of society. I will not be so arrogant if I have been fooled a few times!"

There were constant complaints from around, and public opinion was one-sided to Ouyang Wumu.

Although the things in Long Hao’s hands are valuable, everyone knows the status and strength of the Ouyang family, and they are not in the same rank at all.

"Then you can try it." Long Hao looked at Ouyang Wumu with his head held the sword box in his left hand and placed it behind him.

Seeing this, Ouyang Wumu burst into a strong aura and shouted softly: "I command 50,000 troops. I can't cure you a young boy today?"

He jumped towards Long Hao like a cheetah, and the energy gushed out of his body and the frictional air sounded. He was also an ancient martial arts master!

When everyone saw Ouyang Wumu taking action, they all gave in. When they looked at Long Hao, they showed pity in their eyes. This guy was in great trouble today.

Bang!

A crisp sound suddenly came, and no one saw how Long Hao took action. Ouyang Wumu, who had just rushed out, turned around for half a circle and quickly took three or four steps back.

A bright red slap mark appeared on his right face... The hot stinging pain spread on Ouyang Wumu's face!

Ouyang Wumu was actually beaten by this kid?

The crowd instantly boiled...
Chapter completed!