But Mr. Yang never planned to sell it and regarded it as a family heirloom.
Xu Qiao didn't know who had listened to the instigation and wanted this piece of wool.
This piece of wool was worth over ten million at the time.
Now, it's immeasurable.
"What about you? Have you brought what you mentioned?"
Yang Donglai asked back.
"Why didn't you bring it?"
Yang Donglai glanced at everyone, and then proudly asked someone to bring his things up.
"Let you inspect the goods first, otherwise you will still say that there is something wrong with my goods."
He raised his hand, and someone came up from behind holding a black rectangular box and opened the box.
A very beautiful sword was displayed in front of everyone.
Just looking at the scabbard, it is decorated with precious stones and carved with complicated patterns. On it is a phoenix, standing in the sky.
At first glance, one can tell that this sword has an extraordinary origin.
Before she even unsheathed the sword, Manshu fell in love with it.
Her heart was about to stir, and she knew that this was her body's desire for spiritual power.
The sword in Xu Qiao's hand has spiritual energy.
"Damn it, it's really beautiful. This sword belongs to the ancestors of the Xu family, right? Isn't he afraid that his family won't let him go after taking it out?"
Some people came to watch the fun and started talking about the swords.
Most of the people who will appear here are people from the same circle.
It's not like they don't know Xu Qiao.
"The Xu family loves their children. When the eldest son had an accident, the second child was naturally held in the palm of his hand and hurt like eyeballs. Even if he poked a hole in the sky, the Xu family would dare to deal with the aftermath, let alone
A broken sword?"
"What a broken sword? Where is it broken?"
Those who were brave enough even encouraged Xu Qiao to draw his sword.
"Xu Qiao, please take out the sword and let us take a look at the blade."
Whether this sword is sharp enough or not depends on everyone’s eyesight.
Feng Cheng curled his lips and said, "Yes, Xu Qiao, draw your sword and let us take a look. What if you just took the scabbard of Fengming Sword and deceived others?"
Pulling out the sword, Xu Qiao sneered: "You know nothing about my sword. The Fengming Sword can't be pulled 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 a few people, "My grandfather is a professor in the history department. When I was a child, he told me stories about famous swords in ancient times, and he mentioned the Fengming Sword."
"It is said that the Fengming Sword can only be pulled out by its owner. It is said that when the Fengming Sword was forged, phoenix essence and blood were dripped into it, injecting the phoenix soul into the sword."
"So, when you draw your sword, there will be the sound of the phoenix. When you fight, there will be the shadow of the phoenix."
"These are all legends. My grandfather has never seen the Fengming Sword, so he has no way of verifying it."
"Later I heard that the Xu family got the Fengming Sword from somewhere, and even went to the Xu family."
The Xu family also gave Yan Lang face. Originally, besides Yan Lang, there were other people who were curious about Fengming Sword.
To this end, the Xu family held a sword appreciation meeting.
Of course, at this gathering, not only the Xu family's Fengming Sword was present, but also some other collectors who also brought out their own collections from the bottom of the box.
That conference satisfied the curiosity of collectors and also made the old man of the Xu family shine.
"Tsk, it seems that someone still knows the goods."
Xu Qiao naturally heard what Yan Li said. He glanced at Yan Li and was obviously very satisfied with him.
"Are you sure that if you take this sword out as a bet and lose, you won't default on it?"
Manshu stared at Fengming Sword, unable to look away at all.