The sound was not very loud, but the whole audience was shocked. Even Mr. Hou stood up in shock.
"Xiao Bing, what are you doing? What a shame!" Hou Shangyong was the first to react. He quickly rushed behind Hou Bing with a dark face and pulled him back.
After Hou Bing came to his senses, he realized that he had been too excited just now, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt. With so many people watching, he knew he was in the wrong, so he allowed his father to pull him back.
At this time, Ouyang Wumu and others all turned black and looked like Bao Qingtian, especially Ouyang Chao, who felt like a green hat had been put on his head.
"Son of a bitch, what is this? It's just a fake toy." He ran to Hou Bing angrily, reaching out to grab the sword.
Hou Bing dodged and said angrily to Ouyang Chao: "I like it even if it's fake. What does it have to do with you?"
"Xiao Bing, don't be ridiculous. Give this broken sword to Xiao Chao immediately. Why do you, a girl, play with swords? Besides, can this broken sword compare to the betrothal gift that Xiao Chao and the others carefully prepared for you?" Hou Shangyong looked at it.
Ouyang Wumu looked very unhappy and immediately scolded him angrily.
Hou Bing's face turned aggrieved. She bit Chun and hugged the sword box tightly, looking like she would 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 so."
As he spoke, his cold eyes glanced at Hou Shangyong and Mr. Hou, and said coldly: "You, the Hou family, don't have to go to such trouble to insult us."
At this time, Wu Yingli became anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "Brother Wu Mu, things are not what you think."
As she said that, she turned to glare at Long Hao and shouted angrily: "Long Hao, right? I don't care where you came from, get out of here right away with your broken sword."
"Our Hou family does not welcome a bastard like you who beats mandarin ducks. Get out of here right now."
Wu Yingli's voice was loud, even hysterical. She couldn't get angry, so she turned around and rushed towards Hou Bing, reaching out directly to grab the sword box in her arms.
Seeing his mother's sudden change in temperament, Hou Bing was afraid of hurting her, so he let go of the sword box with tears in his eyes.
Wu Yingli held the sword box, banged it, and threw it in front of Long Hao.
"Take this broken sword of yours and get out of here. Get out of here right away!" The roar shook the sky.
Seeing this, Ouyang Chao looked at Long Hao with a ferocious smile: "My surname is Long, now your boss is telling you to get out, are you still going to shamelessly continue to eat and drink?"
"Get out of here with this fake toy of yours, it makes me sick just looking at you."
Long Hao bent down to pick up the sword box on the ground, looked up at the angry Wu Yingli, and said coldly: "If you only have eyes for the powerful, you will personally ruin your daughter's happiness for the rest of her life."
"Such a mother is the most ridiculous thing in the world." Long Hao snorted coldly, picked up his sword and prepared to leave.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses rushed to Long Hao and said urgently: "Sir, wait a minute, can you let me see the sword in your hand?"
Long Hao chuckled and opened the sword box with a flick of his hand.
The middle-aged man took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, carefully held up the sword, and looked at it carefully. His expression became more and more excited, and his breathing became more rapid.
"Really, this is the real Sword of Roland, this is indeed the Sword of Angels."
He raised his head and looked at Long Hao with his body trembling slightly: "Sir, can you give me Qian this sword? As long as you nod, I, Qian Zhongtian, am willing to lose all my fortune in exchange for this sword."
hiss!
The people around him couldn't help but take a breath. Many people knew Qian Zhongtian. He was a famous antique collector in Jinzhou with a net worth of hundreds of millions.
"Mr. Qian, this is just a broken sword. Don't be fooled by this mountain cannon." Wu Yingli folded 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 much this sword was worth?
"How much can you offer?" Long Hao asked with a smile.
Qian Zhongtian immediately stretched out five fingers and breathed quickly: "Five, five hundred million. If you think it's not enough, I have some valuable things at home to exchange for, up to...600 million!"
boom!
hiss!
The crowd erupted in huge exclamations and gasps, unable to believe the astronomical figure Qian Zhongtian said.
A sword is worth 600 million, but no one doubts Qian Zhongtian's vision. He has been collecting for more than a day or two.
Wu Yingli's jaw almost dropped to the ground in fright, Hou Feng's eyes widened and he was stunned, and Hou Shangyong also had a face full of shock.
But what Long Hao said next was even more shocking.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in money, so I won't sell it." After saying that, he put the sword away and closed the box.
Qian Zhongtian suddenly looked disappointed and raised his hand to pat his thigh several times in annoyance.
Seeing Long Hao about to leave, Wu Yingli couldn't control her behavior. She raised her hand to grab Long Haoxu and shouted: "Long, Long Hao, didn't you agree to give this sword to Xiaobing?"
"You don't mean what you say, are you still a man?"
After saying that, he turned to Hou Bing and said urgently: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Go get your gift, silly boy."
Hou Bing looked at Long Hao with red eyes, pursed his lips and remained motionless, which made Wu Yingli anxious to death.
"Stop." At this time, Ouyang Wumu suddenly spoke coldly and stopped Long Hao.
Long Hao stood still, turned around and sneered: "What? Are you interested in such a sword?"
"Bring it here, I want to see what the sword worth 600 million looks like." Ouyang Wumu stretched out his right hand towards Long Hao, his posture was like that of a superior emperor.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Hao and Ouyang Wumu. Now, Ouyang Wumu finally couldn't help it anymore!
"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 knitted into the Chinese character "Chuan". He took a few steps forward and stared at Long Hao coldly: "What if I insist on looking at this sword today?"
"Mr. Long, let's show it to Commander Wu Mu, but don't offend him."
"That's right, if Mr. Ouyang holds great power, will he still take away your sword? He is such a small-minded man."
"You are young and energetic, and have never experienced severe beatings from society. If you have been fooled a few times, you won't be so arrogant!"
There were constant slanders all around, and public opinion was swayed towards Ouyang Wumu.
Although the things in Long Hao's hands were valuable, everyone knew very well that the Ouyang family's status and strength were not in the same league at all.
"Then you can try." Long Hao raised his head and looked at Ouyang Wumu, holding the sword box in his left hand and placing it behind him.
Seeing this, Ouyang Wumu burst out with a strong energy and shouted: "I have fifty thousand troops, but I can't cure you, a young boy today?"
He jumped towards Long Hao like a cheetah, with energy surging around his body and the friction of the air making a sizzling sound. He was also a master of ancient martial arts!
When everyone saw Ouyang Wumu take action, they all backed down. When they looked at Long Hao, their eyes showed pity. This guy was going to be in bad luck today.
Snapped!
A crisp sound suddenly came, and no one saw how Long Hao took action. They only saw Ouyang Wumu, who had just rushed out, turning his body in a half circle and quickly retreating three or four steps.
On the right side of his face, there was a bright red slap mark... a burning sting spread across Ouyang Wumu's face!