My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Followed by Yang Feng and Murong Wan.

The islander took them to an extremely shabby hotel in the town.

Go into the room on the second floor.

There was a damp smell coming from inside.

The island native slowly walked to the bed and took out a one-meter-long box.

Murong Wan followed behind to prevent him from making any moves.

"The stuff is in this box."

The islander said softly.

Murong Wan saw something was wrong with his expression and said warily: "Open it yourself."

"Yes Yes."

The islanders quickly opened the box themselves.

Not surprisingly, that ancient painting, a national treasure, was indeed placed inside.

At this moment, the islander's hand was gently placed on the ancient painting, as if he wanted to help the two of them pick up the painting.

Murong Wan and Yang Feng also thought that this mission was over.

But at this moment, the islanders' eyes suddenly showed coldness.

At this time, he took out a stone from his pocket and then placed it directly against the ancient painting.

Murong Wan felt something was wrong, and when she was about to take action, the islander was already leaning against the wall, holding the ancient painting scroll in his right hand, as if he was about to destroy it.

"Don't come here! Stay back! Stay back!"

The islanders shouted anxiously.

Yang Feng was angry and wanted to take action, but Murong Wan held him back at this moment and reminded: "The one in his hand is a flint. As long as a little spiritual power is poured into it, it will ignite the ancient painting, and then the national treasure will be destroyed. "

"Asshole, you are still playing this trick at this time."

Yang Feng looked angry.

But at this time, the two of them could only retreat to the door, five or six meters away from the island man.

Only then did the islanders feel somewhat safe, and said in a cold voice: "Prepare a car for me, or I will set it on fire!"

He threatened the two of them with ancient paintings as hostages.

Yang Feng wanted to use his pupil technique at this time, but suddenly realized that his pupil technique could only suppress people's actions, but could not suppress spiritual power. If he used spiritual power to ignite ancient paintings at this time, he would become a sinner. .

But they couldn't leave like this, otherwise they would really fall into this guy's scheme.

"We can discuss it. Put down the painting in your hand, and I promise to let you go."

Murong Wan said.

The islander sneered and said, "Cunning Chinese, do you think I will believe you?!"

"I can vouch for my credibility."

"Your credibility is worthless in my eyes!"

As the islander spoke, he looked out the window with one eye and said, "The car I want is here!"

"There are only two of us here, so there is no way for anyone to prepare a car for you."

"Nonsense, I saw clearly just now that he knows the person from the casino! Just let him prepare!"

The islander pointed at Yang Feng.

He was so impatient at this time that he didn't care what would happen.

Yang Feng felt something was wrong, but still said: "I'll drive our car back, but after you drive away, you have to keep the painting in your hand."

"Of course I know this, I am also a reputable person."

The islanders spoke truthfully.

Yang Feng followed what he said and walked downstairs, leaving Murong Wan to confront him.

After a while, Yang Feng drove downstairs.

When the islanders saw the car arriving, they jumped directly from the second floor window and landed right next to the car.

Murong Wan and Yang Feng followed and watched him get into the car.

"You should be able to return the painting to us now, right?"

Murong Wan asked.

The islander started the car at this time, feeling extremely proud. He stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the two people outside with contempt.

"Two fools! We islanders won't talk about credibility with you!"

The island countryman laughed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away into the distance.

Murong Wan's face darkened.

At this moment, there was an extra gravel in her hand.

"Wow!"

With Murong Wan's wrist force.

The gravel instantly flew towards the vehicle with a sound of breaking through the air.

But for some reason, Murong Wan failed to use it the first time, and the pebble just passed by the islander's ear.

"asshole!"

The islanders knew they could not escape.

A spiritual power in his hand directly inspired the flint.

In an instant, this ancient painting worth tens of thousands of gold burned.

At the same time, the next stone finally hit the back of his head accurately.

The car lost control and hit a telephone pole in front of it.

The island native slumped over the steering wheel, lifeless.

And the ancient paintings are still burning.

Murong Wan quickly caught up and put out the fire, but at this time, most of the painting had already been burned.

"The spiritual energy hasn't dissipated yet, can it be absorbed?"

Murong Wan suddenly looked at Yang Feng beside her.

She knew that this painting had no appreciation value at this time.

While the spiritual energy is still concentrated on it, it is better to exert some effect.

Yang Feng was also stunned by the sudden question.

He looked at the extremely rich spiritual energy in this painting, as well as the faint sound of dragon roars.

If it wasn't a national treasure, Yang Feng would have taken action long ago.

"can."

"Go back to that room."

Murong Wan said decisively.

She quickly returned to the room with Yang Feng with the remaining ancient paintings.

After closing the door and window, Yang Feng meditated on the bed.

Murong Wan placed this painting in front of him.

This is the most aura-rich antique Yang Feng has ever seen since he had these eyes.

It is also the only antique that possesses a complete imperial aura.

The so-called imperial aura is naturally the aura left by ancient emperors.

But this is not as noble as rumored.

It's just a symbol of luck.

Just like winning the lottery is easier than others.

But to leave an imperial aura in calligraphy requires extremely high talent.

Just like a great writer can capture the aura with his extremely high talent.

The owner of this antique is an emperor of the Song Dynasty.

He is also recognized as one of the most talented people among ancient emperors.

After Yang Feng absorbed such a complete imperial aura, he immediately felt a sense of transcendence.

I don't know how long the time has passed.

Yang Feng only felt that the meridians in his body continued to grow.

Until he opened his eyes again, he found that intense sunlight was coming from the gap in the window.

It was now noon the next day.

He looked around and found that Murong Wan was still guarding beside him.

Seeing that Yang Feng was awake, Murong Wan stretched out and said, "It's time to go back to China."

"You kept watch all night?"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the painting in front of him, which had shriveled into waste paper.

This is true for every antique whose spiritual energy has been sucked dry.

But Yang Feng didn't expect that one day he would be able to absorb such a national treasure.

Murong Wan didn't give him much time to think.

After buying another car locally.

Murong Wan had already driven the car and took Yang Feng back towards the border of China.

sit in the car.

Yang Feng felt particularly energetic after entering.

Moreover, the spiritual power surging within his body was at least one-third stronger than before.

If he were to deal with Junjie Ito from before now, he might not have to reach the limit at all.

But after the brief surprise, he suddenly remembered something.

"Did you deliberately let him burn that painting yesterday?"

Yang Feng suddenly spoke and looked at Murong Wan with puzzled eyes.