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Chapter 132 Mysterious Hairpin

What?
"...Nalan's family?"

Yan Lan turned her gaze and saw Nalan Jin sitting in the front row.

He was actually in the audience, and he thought he would go directly to the box.

No, isn't she being imprisoned?

"That old man next to her is him! That's the old man!"

The dragon fish roared loudly and angrily spit out the melon seed skin, "It's that old man who ruined my ethics!"

Yan Lan looked in the direction it was pointing and sat next to Nalan Jin. The old man with pale hair and beard frowned. His skin was yellow and saggy because he was too old. His eyelids were weak and droopy, but his pupils were still full of light. , looking at people with a hint of contempt.

The old man of the Nalan family.

"He's not dead yet, so energetic."

Yan Lan unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water. She tasted the sweetness on the tip of her tongue and suppressed the cold anger that surged in her heart.

"One hundred million!"

"One hundred and sixty million!"

"Okay, 1000 million once, 1000 million twice..."

Nalan Jin in the audience suddenly put his head in the ear of old man Nalan and said something.

Yan Lan's right eyelid suddenly twitched.

Sure enough, old man Nalan nodded gently, and Nalan Jin immediately raised his sign: "3000 million."

Prices soared.

The Nalan family raised their placards, and the others stopped following after careful consideration.

Although the Beidou lineage has a faint tendency to decline, after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and ordinary people cannot mess with it.

"What a bad thing! Do you still have enough money?"

The dragon fish said angrily: "How about bartering? Don't you have any good things?"

Yan Lan rubbed his eyebrows.

The Taoist temple occupies not a large area, because it was tabooed by people at the beginning, but everyone in the circle is not short of money, and Yan Lan has nothing to do if there is competition.

There is nothing wrong with fighting for money. You have to fight for money.

I am just a poor Taoist priest.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm short of money..."

I never even thought that I would be short of money.

How come it's so miserable?
Yan Lan sighed, took out the peach wood hairpin that he always wore, pressed his fingertips on the thirteen incantations carved around the wooden hairpin, and pursed his lips gently.

"Two hundred and forty million for the first time, two hundred and forty million for the second time, two hundred and forty million for the third time..."

The auctioneer's hammer was about to knock down, and the lights in the box above the auction room turned on again, and a steady voice came out:
"One hundred million, plus a mysterious female hairpin." A mysterious female hairpin? !

There was a moment of silence in the auction house.

The Nalan family's grandfather and grandson both turned their heads, looking worried.

This was an auction in the circle, and the people who came were all from aristocratic families, or well-informed experts from all walks of life. They had different expressions when they heard these three words. The juniors who followed were at a loss and could only observe the actions of the elders.

The young auctioneer had not heard of this thing and was curious as to why the previous price had dropped by 3000 million. He hesitated to speak. The older auctioneer immediately came to the stage to take over. He looked politely towards the box upstairs and bowed his hand.

"This guest, the Xuan Hairpin is the inheritance of Yan Xianjun of the Yan family. There are thirteen incantations on it. It is made of lightning-struck wood from the prehistoric years. It disappeared after the Yan family was left alone. You have it in your hands. The mysterious hairpin... we need to verify whether it is authentic."

Yan Lan: "How to verify?"

"This..." The auctioneer was a little embarrassed.

The Xuan Hairpin is indeed a top-grade magic weapon, even more valuable than the land being auctioned.

But the problem is that not everyone can open the cipher text on the hairpin... Are we going to dig into the ancestral graves of the Yan family?
"Why do you have a mysterious hairpin?" came a voice from the box next to him, obviously an old man.

When he spoke, the crowd below also became lively.

"Really? Isn't that the magic weapon of the Yan family?"

"There is a price to pay for cheating here, you have to think clearly!"

"The hairpin disappeared long ago when the Yan family was in trouble. You said it was in your hands and you wouldn't lie. You really don't know what to say."

"It's not like he hasn't appeared before. Didn't he appear at the Beidou Martial Arts Conference later? Isn't that little Taoist a descendant of the Yan family?"

"Forget it. After the disaster in Heming Mountain, there was no trace of her. Even if she came, she would never come here. You are so frustrated and crazy. Besides, what the person named Yan did back then... was not struck by lightning. They are all good, but I’m afraid the ashes will be gone after being missing for so many years.”

"Everyone please be quiet."

The auctioneer took control of the venue and looked at Yanlan's box again:
“This guest, you must first hand over the magic weapon to our staff before we can be sure.

"If it is true, the auction item belongs to you."

If it's false, then you'll be damned.

"But the Mysterious Hairpin is too special. We may have to wait for a while. In order to ensure a smooth auction, this round of auction items will be moved backward."

The auctioneer asked respectfully and politely: "What do you think?"

"I think it doesn't have to be so troublesome."

The auctioneer paused: "Then you..."

"I can prove it's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lan opened the box door and walked out, glancing at the audience lightly.

Her face is the best proof.

(End of this chapter)