Shengshibaojian

God?And only in this business for five years?Want to represent the Mao family to participate in the National Teacher Ranking Competition?

If ordinary people did this, they would be sprayed into a sieve on the spot!Even if it was Boss Mao's decision, the senior executives below whispered about it.

"Boss Mao, which song is he singing this time? Just such a boy? Even if he has 18 years of experience in appraising treasures, he can't compare to Xia Chaoxiong's! Let alone let him participate in the highly anticipated The National Teacher Ranking Competition? Isn’t this too thoughtless?”

"I think this boy should have some skills. Otherwise, Boss Mao wouldn't take it so seriously. With Boss Mao's style of work, he would never entrust such an important task to a young boy. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see. You must have abilities in your hands that ordinary people can't match!"

"Even if this is the case, you can't casually pull them over to participate in the National Teacher Ranking Competition, and don't look at who your opponent is this time? Shen Qiu! The big celebrity in Yanjing's antique circle in the past two years! Let this kid fight Shen Qiu , so it's only natural that you don't lose?"

Everyone's reaction was within Boss Mao's expectations, and he gestured to everyone: "If anyone of you refuses to accept, you can challenge Master Zheng's ability face to face! Whether you are qualified to represent the Mao family, you will know once you try it!"

"Brother Mao! I'm the first to refuse!"

Xia Chaoxiong was the first to bear the brunt and came to Zheng Guangrong's side, and took another look at the kid up and down.

The key point is that this kid also has a tattoo of Tenglong on his neck. He is completely a non-mainstream little ruffian. He can't even compare with Master Jianbao at all!

"If you don't agree, let's compare!" Zheng Guangrong had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Xia Chaoxiong! I know that you are good at fighting in the grave, but when it comes to appraising treasures and fighting treasures, you are really no match for me! "

"Fuck! You little brat! Shut up!"

Xia Chaoxiong couldn't help swearing, thinking that he is also a well-known character in the Yanjing antique circle, especially in the tomb robbery world, but now he has become the target of Zheng Guangrong's molestation. In the scene where he was fighting in the grave, he had to shovel off his head with a shovel.

Xia Chaoxiong raised his head towards Boss Mao: "Brother Mao, it's not that I don't want to give you face. I, Xia Chaoxiong, have never easily convinced anyone in my life. Brother Mao, you are one of them, but if you want me to obey this kid, you have to let me do it." Let's see what this kid is capable of! I don't have the ability to surpass others, I'm sorry I don't accept it!"

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The matter of eating was temporarily put on hold, Xia Chaoxiong asked the waiter to find a small dining table, a pot of hot tea, and a porcelain cup. The simplest and most direct way between appreciating masters is to make tea.

The Japanese-style teacups are very large, similar to the big tea mugs held by Grandpa Yanjing. The cups are filled with tea, and the small particles of tea float on the surface of the tea, instantly adding a tangy aroma to the room. The smell of tea.

Zheng Guangrong touched the surface of the teacup with his tender white hand, opened his mouth and let out a cry: "This tea is a bit hot! Xia Chaoxiong? Will you burn the pig's mouth when you drink it later?"

"Little bastard, why are you so short-mouthed! If it wasn't for Brother Mao's face, I would have already slapped you both!"

Xia Chaoxiong was very angry, and raised his head to see Boss Mao's calm appearance, as if he had already become accustomed to Zheng Guangrong's behavior.

The tea area for the two people was based on a gap in the middle of the table, and Xia Chaoxiong made the first effort.

A pair of cattail fan-like palms were stuck on half of the teacup. Xia Chaoxiong didn't even bother to waste time when dealing with this kind of brat.

However, at the moment when Xia Chaoxiong exerted his strength, he suddenly realized something, and a powerful burning sensation rushed towards him.

He first felt a powerful force emanating from the back of the teacup, and the other party actually caught his seventh-rank master's force?

This is too incredible!Before this, Xia Chaoxiong always thought that Shen Qiu was the most gifted cultivation genius he had ever seen, and he was promoted to the rank of seventh-rank master in his 20s, but this boy with fair skin and strange clothes actually received his power .

Does this mean that he has reached the ranks of the Seventh Grade Grandmaster?

impossible!This is absolutely impossible!If it is true what Boss Mao said, this boy has only been in the industry for five years, and he has reached the ranks of seventh-rank masters!Even gods descending to earth don't have such a speed of cultivation!

Whoa!

The teacup on the table trembled, and the hot tea in the cup overflowed.

But what is unexpected is that the teacup was originally tilted towards Zheng Guangrong, but the tea in the cup was splashed towards Xia Chaoxiong. The hot tea splashed on Xia Chaoxiong's tiger's mouth, and a few soybeans were scalded in an instant Xia Chaoxiong frowned and grinned in pain from the size of the sleeping bubbles.

Grass!what's the situation!

He subconsciously lucked out the aura in his body, increased the strength in his hand, and tried to push the teacup in front of Zheng Guangrong with all his strength.

Looking at Zheng Guangrong with Erlang's legs crossed, one hand is naturally pushed in front of him, and the expression on his face is particularly rich. Facing Xia Chaoxiong, the seventh-rank master, he seems to be playing a game, relaxed and stress-free. Relaxed, and even made a naughty face at Xia Chaoxiong.

"Xia Chaoxiong? You don't want to be brave when you're old. Drink some tea and go back to rest. With your physical strength, you still want to represent the Mao family in the competition? I'm afraid that you will faint in the middle of the competition, and the company will have to call an ambulance for you." !Hee hee hee!"

"Fuck! What nonsense are you talking about, little bastard!"

Xia Chaoxiong's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He took a deep breath, and a majestic air flow gathered between his arms, and he went all out!All the spiritual energy in the body is condensed into one piece!

The teacup on the table trembled, and the place Xia Chaoxiong was holding turned into a dark color when he looked closely.

"Xia Chaoxiong? Are you finally willing to put in a lot of effort? Then let me show you a trick too! Hee hee!"

Zheng Guangrong's salesman moved up an inch, and everyone present suddenly discovered a vision, and saw the young man's eyes flashing with golden light. The light in the room was originally bright and clear, but his golden pupils At this time, it is particularly conspicuous.

The teacup on the table jumped faster, and the tea in the cup actually boiled, as if it had been heated to an extreme temperature, and the boiling hot air danced wildly.

"Wow……"

Several senior managers of Mao's family showed surprise expressions at the same time: "This...this...what's the situation? This kid's eyes? Golden pupils?"

"Isn't the golden pupil trained by the eighth-rank master? Is this kid an eighth-rank master? Impossible! Even an eighth-rank master needs years of accumulation to train a pair of golden pupils, just like Master Cai Kui back then , it was only in his 80s that he developed golden pupils, so it is absolutely impossible for this kid to develop golden pupils?"

"Fake! This kid must be a fake! Looking at all the masters of the past and present, there is no one who can cultivate golden pupils at this age. Even the most talented masters have to be 60 years old! "

puff puff...

During the conversation between several high-level executives, the surface of the teacup on the table instantly turned red, like a piece of iron burned by a raging fire, and the tea in the cup was boiling and bubbling continuously, as if it was about to explode in an instant.

"This... what kind of exercise is this?"

Xia Chaoxiong was so excited that he couldn't speak, his open arms trembled uncontrollably, the heat wave between his palms continued to spread outward, and at that moment he felt as if his palms were about to be burned by fire Open and melted in general.

boom!

With a sudden muffled sound, Xia Chaoxiong bounced off his seat like an electric shock. He swung his arms in embarrassment and shouted in a hurry: "Hot, hot, hot! Burn me to death! Burn to death!" "

The teacup was pushed to Xia Chaoxiong without any suspense. The red cup noodles were extremely dazzling, announcing the result of the two masters' tea confrontation.

"Xia Chaoxiong? I'm just asking you if you enjoy it? Is it stimulating? Hee hee hee!"