Black dagger?

Tang Rong was stunned for a moment, suddenly slapped his forehead, then pointed his hand at a wall of the villa and asked, "Are you talking about this thing?"

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of his fingers and looked over.

I saw that on the wall covered with various famous calligraphy and paintings, a black short sword hung upside down in the middle of a piece of rice paper, with the sword tip facing down, and it was natural with the rice paper. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a picture of being painted in rice paper.

“Yes, it’s it…”

Lu Fan was stunned, then walked over, stood under the painting, staring at the ancient runes in the middle of the black short sword in the scroll.

Number 7!

This is the 7th dagger!

It's actually the 7th dagger.

Lu Fan's body trembled, and he quickly pulled the scroll off the wall, then reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and took it off directly from the scroll.

"It's really..."

He stared at the dagger in his hand... He already had the dagger No. 10 and 8 in his hand, and there was a dagger No. 6. Now this is added to Wenren Muxue's hand.

6,7,8,10…

He can complete a one-third circular pattern, and he can crack the ultimate secrets of some of these ten short swords without looking for Dongfang Yanran!

"I didn't expect that this black short sword that made the world crazy would be regarded as a painting by you and hung on the wall..."

Qin Ruhai's face was also extremely shocked. They experienced the initial hope, to disappointment, to despair, and to the final disappointment... The dagger, which thought it had fallen into the eastern province, now appeared in everyone's sight.

Seeing that everyone attached so much importance to this short sword, Tang Rong said in a confused manner: "Is this thing very expensive? I remember this painting five years ago, I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy and play at an auction abroad. It was not a valuable and famous painting. I just thought this sword monster was special, so I bought it back..."

Lu Fan didn't hear what he was saying. At this time, his eyes had moved away from the dagger and returned to the scroll on the wall.

He was shocked to find that there was a circle on the rice paper on the wall.

This circle is a circle composed of ten circles of the same rules and sizes.

And this black dagger is one of the ones fixed there.

"Is this the most primitive place where the ten green wus are?"

Lu Fan reached out and took off the scroll. After rolling it, he found a box to change the scroll in the private room and wrapped it carefully. Then he turned his head and looked at Tang Rong and said, "Is your auction still open tomorrow?"

Tang Rong was stunned, then shook his head in horror: "If you don't drive, you won't drive. The auction has not started yet. I almost lost my life twice. If you drive again, I will definitely die on the stage tomorrow. I will book a plane ticket now. If I leave China, I'd better go abroad."

The successive changes have scared the overseas rich man.

"Walk?"

Lu Fan laughed: "The plane crash, the air crash, the car overturned halfway... They have ten thousand ways to make you die halfway and unable to leave China's territory."
Chapter completed!