Heir To All

"teacher."

Li Zheng hurriedly helped up the one-eyed old man.

The one-eyed old man didn't care about his head hitting the floor, he stood up with all his strength and looked at the sword drawing.

Suddenly I felt that the picture was blurred.

The martial arts aura on the sword picture seemed to be distorted.

He can't feel it anymore.

However, the sword drawing is even more natural than before, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is unprecedented in history.

So reversed.

The one-eyed old man understood that this blue shirt and sword figure was entirely created by Chu Linguang.

It has nothing to do with Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, the one-eyed old man was short of breath.

Seeing Chu Linguang's figure, he couldn't wait to crush his steel teeth, then couldn't stand it, turned and ran out of the box.

Li Zheng looked around at the crowd, and finally rolled up the sword drawing rudely, and then ran out of the box.

"Although it was not painted by Ye Chen, this sword-struggling picture is indeed shocking to the heavens and humans. It is a rare masterpiece in a century. Don't break it."

Seeing Li Zheng rudely rolling up the sword war picture, Du Yuan felt very distressed after seeing it.

"You actually let me spend 200 million yuan to photograph the works of Ye Chen's former brother-in-law."

Li Zheng's face was sullen.

The one-eyed old man didn't speak, but his gaze kept staring at the sword drawing, the more he looked at it, the more blurry he felt. What martial arts classics, what surging breath, seemed to disappear at this moment.

"Can you still rely on this painting to become a great master?"

Li Zheng asked.

"Today's loss, I will find a way to make up for it."

The one-eyed old man lowered his head.

At this moment, even if he could feel the aura of martial arts from the sword drawing picture, if he realized it, he would not dare to practice.

What if you get into trouble.

"The baby to be photographed next is also a painting, a painting that everyone has never expected."

The voice of the auctioneer sounded again.

"This painting was made by the teacher of Huangshan Lake.

The work is called, slashing the horse with a sword!

Let's watch it first, it's at auction! "

Soon after he swung his sword and cut the horse map, he appeared on the stage.

The spotlight is out of focus.

At this moment, countless people held their breath.

The curator Du Yuanzhao and others in the box stood up.

When I saw the picture of swinging the sword and cutting the horse clearly, I couldn't help but take a breath.

"This... is Huangshan Lake's work?"

Du Yuan was stunned and his eyes were full of shock. The picture of swinging the sword and cutting the horse in front of him was even more vivid than the picture of Chu Linguang's sword fighting.

"How could he make this painting?"

Director Zhao was equally shocked.

"Compared with Master Chu's sword-wielding picture, this painting is better than that."

Curator Li sighed.

"Huangshan Lake was forced into a hurry, and then the inspiration exploded. Did you create this painting?"

Curator Qian didn't know what to do for a while.

"I don't know if he is willing to give this painting to our exhibition."

Curator Sun began to regret.

They have dedicated their lives to art. Seeing these paintings, they are all refreshed and can't help but want to worship.

"how so?"

Chu Linguang was also dumbfounded.

Hearing the sword swinging and cutting the horse map, he thought it was just the same name.

When the scroll unfolded, he realized something was wrong.

This isn't the picture he just did last night, and who owns it?

After thinking about it carefully, Chu Linguang understood what was going on. The restless painter last night turned out to be Huangshan Lake himself.

"A mountain is higher than a mountain."

Seeing Chu Linguang's dazed expression, Xu Rushuang sighed.

"Unexpectedly, Teacher Huang's level has reached this point."

Master Xu smiled sincerely.

Chu Linguang was stepped on, and the mood he had suppressed for a long time was finally released.

"The treasure map, the treasure map, the treasure map, it is another treasure map, no... this is not a treasure map of the same level, take it, take it!"

In the bread box, the one-eyed old man with low mood and head down.

Look up and sweep.

The body froze directly.

Observing carefully, I couldn't help being excited, sweeping away all the previous haze, and I was so excited.

"this painting……"

Li Zheng looked at the map for a while, but also felt an extraordinary breath, his eyes couldn't stop shocking.

It was just that he had just fallen down before, and he was more cautious this time.

"Photographed, if not enough, use my old book!"

The one-eyed old man was beyond words with excitement.

"I'll give one hundred million!"

Li Zheng shouted directly after hearing the words.

"Hahaha, Master Li, I haven't quoted yet! But your price just happens to be the starting price of this painting!" The auctioneer laughed hahaha.

"Young Master Li just took a picture of the sword fighting, let me give this picture of the horse beheaded! I'll give out 150 million!"

Hu Daofa stood up and said.

Wang Yaorong stared at the horse-cutting map and couldn't help but quickly check the balance of the bank card and the total amount of funds that could be moved. He couldn't help but shout: "180 million!"

This is his ultimate.

"Teacher Huang, the starting price of your horse-cutting picture was 100 million yuan, and now it has been auctioned for 180 million yuan."

Lin Kunquan said excitedly.

He came over with Chen Rong.

It was not good for him and Chen Rong to see that the Zhanjian picture was photographed for 200 million yuan, especially Chen Rong, who regretted it.

At this moment, seeing Huangshan Lake's horse-cutting picture, with the starting price of 100 million yuan, she had some glamour.

"This picture of swinging a sword and cutting the horse, condensing my life's hard work, is it a Mao Tou boy's work that can be compared."

Huangshan Lake is self-channel.

"As soon as today is over, the four curators of Du Yuan, Zhao, Qian, Sun and Li will probably regret it and rush to show their affection first."

Li Minghao also felt proud.

It is as if he created the picture of swinging a sword and cutting a horse.

"Two billion!"

Li Zheng snorted coldly.

Wang Yaorong sat back again.

In terms of strength, how can he, a real estate agent in Zhangchuan City, be comparable to a person from the Li family in the provincial capital.

"Two hundred and ten million!"

A lot of humiliation is dignified.

Li Zheng's attitude seems to be determined.

"This is the real masterpiece."

Master Xu carefully observed the horse-cutting diagram.

After hesitating, he said: "Two hundred and thirty million!"

The strength of the Xu family is much stronger than that of Wang Yaorong, but this amount is also very large for the master Xu, he wants to give it a try.

Li Zheng looked over at once.

Then he said: "Two hundred fifty million!"

The more people grabbed it, the more he felt that this painting was extraordinary.

"My low price is 300 million. If Master Li can exceed this price, I will withdraw."

Thinking of Li Zheng's previous behavior, Hu Daofa was refreshed.

"It's easy to say that this painting is very important to our Li family. Thanks to Hu Xiancheng, I donated 310 million."

Li Zheng clasped his fists, contented.

"Three hundred twenty million!"

However, Master Xu's voice sounded again.

"grandfather!"

Xu Rushuang was surprised, and he didn't expect that grandpa would burst out such a high price.

"If Master Xu wants such a painting, I can draw one and give it to you."

Chu Linguang smiled.

"How can you draw such a work at your level?"

Master Xu looked disdainful.