The next exhibit is a jade pillow from the Qin Dynasty.

It is rumored that this pillow is a sleeping fairy pillow, which has a miraculous effect on Master Xuan’s dream of cultivating immortals.

But Lu Fan could not hear what Fan Wushe said on the stage at this moment. He only had the black short sword in the sandalwood box in his hand.

This sword is enough to make a terrifying family like the Dongfang Family lose all their money and fight for it even if you don’t hesitate to start a war with all martial arts.

But now, it was lying quietly in its own hands, in the box of rosewood in his hands.

"wrong!"

Lu Fan was suddenly stunned when he thought about it. He suddenly thought of the sarcastic staff member just now. He looked back instantly and saw that others had disappeared without a trace and there was no sign at all.

Body shape, appearance, voice...

Lu Fan had doubts, but he didn't have time to confirm it, so he looked around and quietly opened the ribbon box in his arms. A simple murderous intent that seemed to come from ancient times suddenly came to his face!

Lu Fan only felt that the blood in the blood vessels in his body slowly solidified at this moment. He took a deep breath, slowly lowered his eyes, and stared at the dagger in the box.

I saw that the black short sword as thin as paper did not have the number marked in the ancient Fengming, but it was lifelike. In addition to retaining the mystery, the black short sword like paper also radiated a shocking sword energy. This sword energy has the domineering power of cutting everything, leaving no ghosts and gods, and blood rain in the world.

It seems that the person who forged this black dagger must be a master of sword making, and he is also a super master, a master of swordsmanship.

Looking at the short sword in the red sandalwood box, Lu Fan's gaze couldn't help but look at Fan Wushe on the stage again.

At this time, the auction was in full swing, and Fan Wushe didn't notice him at all. He just kept fanning the flames and asked the auctioneers to raise the price higher.

In order to avoid the attention of others, Lu Fan gently covered the box and prepared to get up and leave.

He was almost certain now that the gift Fan Wushe gave him had been transferred.

That staff member is not from Ziwu Auction House.

The ancient style name should be fine.

The only thing I can do now is to find a way to hide on this island, and then wait until dawn tomorrow and leave directly by boat.

After making up his mind, Lu Fan stopped hesitating and got up and left the venue.

"Everyone."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in the venue.

Lu Fan subconsciously turned around and saw a figure slowly standing up in the corner of the main hall, his whole body was covered with a black cloak, and his whole body was emitting an extremely cold aura.

"Oh, my friend, you seem to have something to say?"

Fan Wushe looked over, and there was obvious displeasure in his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face: "If you are interested in this thing, just offer the price."

"I'm not interested in the garbage here. I came to your auction this time and just wanted to borrow your platform to search for something. I wonder if Lord Fan can give you the next chance?"

The voice of the man in black is lonely and cold, and he is above, giving people an unquestionable feeling.

"Are you collecting things?"

Fan Wushe smiled softly: "What do you want?"

"I want the two daggers that were just taken away from your hand."
Chapter completed!