The Whole World Thinks I'm the Strongest

Chapter 253

Calligraphy and painting, at best, is a work of art. It is a thing that can't be arranged.

Is it really necessary to auction this kind of thing? Even if it is sold, how much money can it be sold in the world of martial arts practitioners!

There are martial arts practitioners all over the street. Unless it's some rich second generation who prefer to spend money, it has no substantive effect and most people won't buy it.

Jiaweasel is very confident. Even if the things sent by Qin'an are not the middle-grade purple Lingbao like the picture of clear water and green mountains, it should not be much worse.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have seen what that thing was... Anyway, just take it out for auction first.

"Everybody, don't make a premature conclusion. Let's have a look at what it is!" jiaweasel smiled and walked to the last red cloth himself.

When they stretched out their hands, everyone shook their heads. It seems that they should be somewhat disappointed.

Since it is said to be calligraphy and painting, there is no need to waste time. Even some old martial arts practitioners are ready to get up and leave.

At this time, they all took a look at the stage without an appointment

"Is that?" the crowd felt a ray of light, and the little luster was fascinating.

I don't know why, they all have an inexplicable heartbeat.

At the same time, a ladder fell from the flying boat in the air and several figures fell on the roof.

The first one is Garo!

After he came down, he waved his hand, and the flying boat moved away. Several guards behind him protected him from taking the transparent elevator.

At a high place on the fourth floor, Garo came quietly, just looked at the field calmly, and was still looking for someone by the way.

He came all the way because Qin an invited him.

Originally, he thought the other party might refuse, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so simply!

Fortunately, he arrived in a hurry today, otherwise he would be a little uncomfortable if he didn't give people this face.

Or... Fear!

He really didn't dare to blow Qin'an's face. In that case, I'm afraid the little relationship he finally pulled will become extremely weak.

In that case, he can't guarantee the consequences.

So he found here and personally received Qin An.

"President, over there." a manager pointed to a vacant seat at the back.

"Nonsense, how can you put Mr. Qin there!" Gallo was furious when he saw the position. How can such a person be treated so lightly?

Put people in the corner at the end. Isn't that looking for trouble?

He used to give thousands of instructions, but he didn't expect that something had gone wrong now!

"The president is happy and angry. The position is a mortal, and he chose it himself. We... Have no arrangement." several executives around him explained in a cold sweat.

They don't know what this is because of. Why does a mortal make the president who is not weak so angry?

"The soul is light, and you call mortals?" Garo's eyes suddenly changed and his anger rose.

What if someone hears this?

For him, the master who wants to come to Qin'an may want to experience life, so he can seal his strength and breath and disguise himself as a mortal.

If this is despised everywhere, who can stand it when he is angry and commits a crime?

He dared not even think about the consequences, because he had only heard of cases in which the strong were convicted.

But he didn't see it and didn't want to see it.

What if the victim is their Wanbao chamber of Commerce? The consequences are really serious and may not be affordable!

He came all the way. As a result, Qin An was mistaken by others for a mortal who came in through the back door.

How does he explain this? You can't shout everywhere with a big horn. What's Qin An's identity?

So sometimes it is difficult for others to understand, which is really a trouble.

"Remember, Mr. Qin must be treated the best, but he can't compliment too much. Do you hear me?" Garo said seriously.

"Yes."

"Yes"

The crowd nodded in fear, thinking what the president was smoking today?

Why does this happen? Is there any strange disease?

Because two of these people have seen gaweasels have epilepsy before.

But they didn't expect that this president Gallo also had this situation?

Like father, like son!

Of course, these ideas just think about themselves. They dare not speak out. Otherwise, they don't know how to die!

Garro then waved, and all these talents withdrew, and he himself looked at the center of the venue.

Jiaweasel raised his hand slightly, then grabbed the two corners of the red cloth, and then suddenly opened it!

When they saw it, they shook it at first, but then suddenly twisted their heads back.

"Is this?" some martial arts practitioners could not help but stand up with their hands on the seat, and their faces changed dramatically.

Jiaweasel took a look, and there were only four big characters [sea cucumber map] on this painting. Below is a portrait of a sea god holding a trident.

The strokes and lines are extremely round. Both the expression and the details on the clothes are described in an extremely good place.

The most important thing is that the blue sea painted around seems to be fluctuating slightly. Everyone's heart beats a little faster and their breathing becomes heavy.

What on earth is this? Is it really calligraphy and painting?

People can't help but wonder. Garo is also slightly stunned.

This is really "calligraphy and painting", a picture of three words, but it amazed everyone!

Such a situation has never happened.

They have never seen a painting so shocked!

This can be called a three-dimensional painting to the extreme, just like the sea god staring at them with a trident in his hand, when everyone's hair stands up.

That kind of look and action seemed to be like running out and stabbing them to death at the next moment.

That kind of mighty momentum and domineering temperament is just like a living creature!

Moreover, some martial arts practitioners and powerful people in the king's territory vaguely found something wrong.

Jiaweasel also looked at the purple light around the calligraphy and painting in a daze. How is this color so familiar?

He couldn't help being a little dull. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere and couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Do you like this picture of the sea god?" none of the people replied. They were all staring at the picture.

Garo on the fourth floor suddenly stumbled and fell in front of the transparent window, with his pupils shrinking.

"This... Purple light? Isn't this the breath of Lingbao..."