The relationship between people is very mysterious. The previous second is a stranger whom everyone knew each other, and the next second is familiar with him as if he lived together for many years.

Faced with the sudden show of goodwill by Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun, Xuan Qi was not lost, but was very clear-headed. This kind of favor only stayed on the surface, just like duckweed flowing in the green lake. A breeze blew, and it dissipated in an instant, and it could not be taken seriously at all.

I really want successful people to look at you in the eye, to be recognized by Tianzhijiao, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and to show the corresponding strength to gain corresponding respect.

It felt very uncomfortable when the sword cultivator didn't leave, but instead seemed like a sun, emitting all his pressure. He tried to alarm the snake and forced out the monk hidden in the Pan family. The old man had already shut his mouth in order not to be exposed.

Xuan Qi stood in the pile of seed materials, looking at the rows of shelves, the Qi-detection technique whizzed out, and various completely different colors reflected into Xuan Qi's eyes. The jade, which was originally wrapped in thick stones, appeared in front of Xuan Qi's eyes in an instant.

While Xuan Qi was walking, he was paying attention to the price above, because he had to consider the premium and the investment and return ratio. Xuan Qi focused on the higher-priced jadeites, and at the same time he silently calculated the value of these jadeites in his mind.

After Zhou Kai calmed down his mind, he raised his head like a cockfighting cock, stretching out his feathers all over his body with a thrill of energy. He secretly cheered himself up in his heart. The lean camel was even bigger than a horse. What is his identity? He is a third generation of the strongest man. What is Xuan Qi? Isn’t he the top scorer in the college entrance examination? To put it bluntly, he is still a small person who is not worth mentioning. Why is he afraid of him?

As for Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun's appreciation of Xuan Qi, they should be just a moment of curiosity. So they don't need to take him seriously. They can deal with him as much as they should. They want to win the gambling stones and then slowly deal with him.

Sheng Dengfeng and Lu Zhuoqun are strolling in the garden. Wealth is just a number for them. They care more about the quality of play. It is a kind of comfort to solve jade from the stubborn stone. The most valuable jadeite is another stimulation. They will not deliberately give in to you because they are familiar with you. They prefer to get the greatest victory in a fair environment.

Lu Zhuoqun picked up a piece of old pit python pattern large seed material to read, and said casually: "This Xuan Qi is amazing. I have a sister in Peking and Qing dynasty. She also studied computer science. She admires Xuan Qi very much. She even said that as long as he can concentrate on academic research and development, he will not be affected by external things, he is the Bill Guy of China, and he can even achieve supreme achievements in the computer science major."

A strange look flashed across Sheng Dengfeng's face and he whispered: "Computers may really change the world, but this is just something that is not worth mentioning for Xuan Qi, or the entire Xuan family. Their family is real..." Sheng Dengfeng said this, suddenly suddenly realized, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said in Lu Zhuoqun's astonished eyes: "I can't tell you now."

Lu Zhuoqun was in his thirties and had experienced the wind and waves. When he heard Sheng Dengfeng say this, he realized that there was a deep mystery. He was already looking at Xuan Qi's three points higher, and at this moment he looked at him three points higher. He asked in a low voice: "So do you think the three of us won this time, or Xuan Qi won?"

After hearing Xuan Qi's question, the old man was stunned and said in an equally weak voice: "It seems that no, there are still a few people in Panjiayuan who have higher cultivation than you, and some are great monks in the liquid transformation stage..."

These words rang in my ears, as if I was drinking iced sour plum soup on the dog days of the day, and it was comfortable from the inside. It was like buying oil in my hand, someone was picking up a cabin at a high position, and it seemed like I was hitting a dog with a brick, but the dog was scattering teeth and showing teeth. It was just a slashing at its enemy. It was great to see the dog biting the dog.

The two guys were like foxes who had stole chickens, making a low laugh, and then sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, looking at the seeds leisurely with Qi-detecting techniques, while the corners of their mouths showed secret joy, and carefully observing the outside.

In the core area of ​​Panjiayuan, where every inch of land is valuable, there is an antique teahouse. This is the relatively high-end black market circulation point of Panjiayuan. Some unearthed cultural relics that cannot be officially circulated will be traded here, and then they will be whitewashed through special means to become inherited cultural relics. The entire teahouse seems to be transcendent, but in fact it has a close relationship with the entire Panjiayuan. Someone once estimated that the annual transaction volume of this teahouse can account for one-tenth of the entire Panjiayuan.

On the top floor of the teahouse, a man with red dates and skin like jade, his eyes are covered with ink and elegant demeanor, sitting there like a wax figure.

This is Lei Zhen, the leader of Lei Xiao Sect. A hint of anger flashed on his cheeks like jade. The ink-like pupils contained two rays of lightning: "The old dog in Shushan is really too bullying. I have to endure it again and again. You dare to kill the soul and kill the soul. Do you really think I am from the ninja?"

In his anger, Lei Zhen no longer covered his cultivation. His true energy flowed all over his body. In an instant, his already tall body became even more straight. Thunder lightning flashed in the palms of his hands, and green lightning trembled in his palms. The breath of the liquid-transforming monk spread. For a moment, there seemed to be two more suns above the entire Pan family.

Unfortunately, the body of the mortal body still cannot be seen, but Xuan Qi was relished and carefully analyzed with the old man, who could win this game?

"It's bitter" Ling Xizi, a Shushan Sword Fairy, was sad and wrinkled, and her face was full of wrinkles. This time, who would have thought that the noisy Panjiayuan, a place full of worldly dirt, was still hidden in such a great white shark. Now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot helplessly. Ling Xizi's long eyebrows suddenly floated up, and the locked sword above her head immediately roared towards Lei Zhen.

The thunder fire on Lei Zhen's hands broke through the air, and two thunder dragons roared away and smashed on the flying sword that was roaring. For a moment, the spiritual energy was violent and the thunder rolled. The way to cover the eyes was difficult to cover the scene of this battle. With the roar, a fire cloud appeared above the Pan Family Garden, and then a strong wind rolled up the dust in the sky, blowing wildly without any thoughts.

For a moment, the sky was dark and the demonic wind was everywhere. Whether it was a stall or an antique shop, they suffered heavy losses in this strong convective wind. Some pretty women were blown up by the strong wind and their skirts were suddenly exuded. Some women, who were as light as swallows, walked aside by the strong wind.

Among the masters, you can tell the difference between winning and losing with one move. The pure golden three-foot three-flying sword, with crushing aura, breaks through Lei Zhen's protective energy and pierces his shoulders. Lei Zhen's two thunder dragons explode on Ling Xizi's body, making him burn out of the outside and tender inside.

Both sides knew in their hearts that fighting would only lead to both sides losing money. Is there any deep hatred? There is no need to fight here. So they used their own escape techniques and disappeared without a trace.

The old man breathed a sigh and shouted loudly: "It's great that black dogs eat meat, and yellow dogs block the disaster."
Chapter completed!