My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

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"The largest art gallery? The art gallery in the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is the largest, and there are all kinds of art in it."

Qian Wanguan asked an old man in Dongcheng District. The fifth person he asked this time did not understand the first two, and the other three said that the pavilion was the biggest, which was obviously true.

After asking about the exact location of the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce, he walked left and right to reach the city square, and also found the location of the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce.

It is a huge castle. It is said that the Fengyue Chamber of Commerce is one of the largest chambers of commerce in the Zilong Islands. There are branches in each city, and there are all kinds of rare and precious things in it.

"Hello sir, do you need to buy anything?"

There are a few beautiful maids at the door of the chamber of commerce. Although Qian Wanguan doesn't look good, his robes are the most luxurious. He can be considered to have seen the big market.

Qian Wanguan's indifferent glance at the maid asked indifferently: "Where is the painting cabinet?"

"Sir, please here"

The maid took Qian Wanguan to a side hall. There were a lot of guests in it. They were all older, ranging in strength, and there were also middle-ranking Tianjun. It should be the kind of person who has no hope of breakthrough in this life, long life and nothing to do, and instead likes to study calligraphy and art.

There are many paintings hanging in the hall, including portraits of people, monsters, and landscape paintings. Qian Wanguan saw a huge scroll as soon as he entered, and the painting was a terrifying monster. At that moment He thought it was true, and he was so frightened that the monster felt his soul cold for a while, and it felt like a wild beast freed.

"Five million sky stones?"

Qian Wanguan glanced at the corner of the price tag next to his mouth, and a painting was so expensive? This thing is of no use, it is purely for viewing.

"Guest, do you want to buy paintings? Or ... sell paintings?"

A middle-aged manager in a blue robe came over to ask. He glanced at the scroll of Qian Wanguan's eyes, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes. This painting is so rolled. Can it be called painting without mounting?

Qian Wanguan smiled with a big grin: "I don't understand painting and I don't want to buy it. I accidentally got an ancient painting to exchange for some Tianshi fun."

Qian Wanguan's words have attracted the attention of several old people who are watching the scrolls. Seeing that some yellow scrolls in his hands have some interest, is it really an ancient painting?

"Oh? Please show it to me. If it is really good, I will definitely give the adults a satisfactory price." The middle-aged manager said kindly.

"This is it"

Qian Wanguan passed the scroll in his hand and grinned, "My master said, this is the ancient painting of the Eastern Emperor's mainland, and the price is one million skystone."

"Well……"

This sentence attracted the attention of more guests in the painting room, and the manager's face also solemnly rose up, carefully taking the picture scroll and slowly opening it on a long table next to it.

A small half of the guests in the attic were all attracted to come, their eyes locked on the slowly opening picture.

"laugh……"

"This is also called painting?"

"This man's head is fine, one million? Is he poor?"

"Oh ... my eyes."

The painting has not been fully opened, and many guests are mocking and disdainful in the eyes of an old man, who is blindfolded by the exaggeration of the old man, as if his eyes are dirty. The steward also showed tenderness on his face, and seemed to think that Qian Wanguan was here to entertain him.

Feeling the scornful glances around him, Qian Wanguan also wiped his face a bit awkwardly, but he believed that Jiang Yi and Feng Yan would not be entertaining him, and could only hold it to the end.

The scroll was completely spread out, many people glanced again, and they looked back in disdain, and the steward also glanced indifferently, and Qian Wanguan said indifferently: "Sir, we can't buy this painting, you should go to another house . "

Qian Wanguan touched his nose, gritted his teeth and said, "The shopkeeper, my master said, this painting is very ... connotative, don't you take a closer look with a painter?"

The middle-aged manager sneered and said, "I am a third-level art painter. Your Excellency, please go to another place."

"Oh……"

Qian Wanguan gave a disappointed response, and touched his head to secretly make no sense. Is Jiang Yi and Feng Yan really nothing to entertain him?

"and many more"

Just as he was about to put away the scrolls, a spirited white-haired old man came over. This person was still a middle-level heavenly monk. His eyes shone brightly, watching the scrolls carefully, and he looked up after a long time: " Little brother, can you draw less? "

"what?"

Many guests came in surprise, and the middle-aged manager also frowned. He turned his attention to the picture again and observed it carefully. This old man is a patron here. His eyes have always been very spicy. He actually wanted to buy this painting, and there must be something special about this painting.

Qian Wanguan shook his head and said firmly, "My master said that he would not sell one less stone."

"Ok"

The ring in the hand of the white-haired old man flashed, and he took out a ring and said, "There are millions of celestial stones in it. You can check them."

"and many more."

At this moment, the middle-aged manager suddenly drank, his eyes were scary, and his breathing was a little quick, and he said aloud, "Then we bought Fengyuelou, and we gave out 1.5 million sky stones."

"Wow ..."

The frying pan inside the painting cabinet, all the guests looked at the scroll in shock, but the middle-aged steward rolled the scroll for the first time, and he arched to the white-haired old man: "Dragon, sorry, this little brother is looking for We bought it for sale, so this picture ... we bought Fengyuelou, and after that, Long Lao will buy paintings here at a 10% discount. "

"Hum"

The gray-haired old man was no longer stubborn, and sneered: "You Fengyue Pavilion is very overbearing. You just didn't buy it just now. I just bid it. Now you actually raise the price in reverse? Then I will give you two million sky stones, little brother. ,how do you say?"

"Well…"

Qian Wanguan trembled with pork belly. Jiang Yi didn't lie to him. Is this ghost painting a real treasure? Two million celestial stones are relatively expensive, and two other courtyards can be bought in this purple jade city.

He calmed down quickly, reached out and took the picture scroll from the middle-aged steward, and handed it to the old man: "This old man knows the goods, I naturally sell it to you, so I'll settle, two million sky stones."

"it is good"

The old man quickly took out another ring, which also had a million celestial stones. He was afraid that others would steal it. Qian Wanguan counted the number and turned away with one hand.

"Brother, wait"

The middle-aged manager hurried over, his face full of regret and guilt. He arched a grin and said, "Brother, I don't know Tarzan this time. I will have such a painting here in the future, but the price is easy to say. "

"talk later"

Grand Master Qian Wanguan squinted his eyebrows at a narrow angle, and strode away. He didn't go back immediately, but instead turned around in the nearby shops. Finally, he entered a green building and used the moonstone again in the room to change his appearance. Then he quickly returned to his yard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he went out For more than a few hours, Jiang Yi had been gathering rain and scattered over there, sitting in the lobby and drinking tea. After Jiang Yi teleported him in, he yelled: "It's sent, boss, we sent it. Your painting sold two million skystones quickly. Hurry up and sell hundreds of them. We sold them. You can settle in the city of God's gift. "

"Uh……"

Jiang Yi's soul trembled. Is this ghostly amulet really a legendary sky painting? Can his foolish stuff be worth two million celestial stones? He stood up and was ready to start immediately, drawing hundreds of pictures to make hundreds of millions before talking.

Feng Yan had already studied the grinds a long time ago, and herring also held his breath and looked nervously. Jiang Yi was strenuous with his pen and taking away the dragon and snake, but only half a column of time drew a ghost painting again.

However, Feng Yan shook his head again and again and said: "No, this painting has no rhyme, not a heavenly painting. This is no one to ask for papyrus ..."

e: Chapter 5 is up. There is something in the unit today, so it is late, of course ... no matter how late, the old demon promises you, you must do it, brothers, can you give me a monthly pass?