385: C385 The Great War of the Elderly

C385 The Great War of the Elderly

Other than himself, Ji Tianxiang's group was pretty good. However, compared to the other groups, he found that they were weaker overall.

If that was the case, then he would already be eliminated by the group before the individual elimination round even began.

Ji Tianxiang thought for a while. During the group competition, he had actively seized the topic. When his opponent started expressing his opinion, he had already appraised the treasure on the table.

He didn't give his team a chance, nor did he give his enemies a chance.

At the beginning, the members of their group hated Ji Tianxiang's reckless actions that made him seem like he was in the limelight, but at the end, they realized that without Ji Tianxiang, it would be really difficult for them to get to the next match with their level of treasures.

The eyes that looked at Ji Tianxiang were never filled with joy, but instead, admiration.

In the end, the group competition ended and Ji Tianxiang was the only one left.

Everyone present was incomparably astonished and baffled.

Stunned for a long time, under the lead of Faang Tianyi's applause, everyone applauded in unison. It was the affirmation and admiration of Ji Tianxiang's appraising technique.

However, in Chai Jingyu's eyes, all of this was as annoying as a piece of golden soup falling into a pile of stinky dog shit.

"Director Chai, you're not as angry as that. There's even a Challenge Competition. The people who come out are all senior figures in the Treasure World. No matter how strong they are, they won't be able to defeat them." Zheng Rann consoled.

His hair was gray, and he had a long beard. Due to his strong and sturdy body, his face was ruddy and had some color to it. If one did not know this person, they would think he was in his forties or fifties, but in fact, he was already in his sixties or seventies.

He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Ji Tianxiang with sharp eyes. Both the corners of his mouth and eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

"Brat, I think you have some skills. Don't let me down later on and don't disappoint everyone."

Ji Tianxiang was neither angry nor annoyed. He said lightly: "You must be joking, Senior."

This person's name is Qiao Feng. According to his master, Qiao Feng is the third oldest person in the treasure inspection world. He has amazing appraising skills and is very good at appraising ancient calligraphy.

Master Faang Tianyi also said that before the Treasure Appraisal Competition, Qiao Feng liked to play psychological tactics and would intentionally express goodwill towards you. He would remind you a few times during the competition to lower your vigilance and disrupt the train of thought for appraising treasures.

The host picked up the microphone, raised his voice, and excitedly shouted, "First, congratulations number 338 for entering the Lord's Challenge Competition."

Then it introduces the rules of the competition:

The individual challenge began with the pottery.

On the tables of Qiao Feng and Ji Tianxiang, there were five different kinds of pottery. They looked exactly the same, and the rules of the competition stated that when the participants had finished appraising the treasures, they could end the competition in advance.

At the same time, the other contestant had to stop appraising, whether or not the appraisal was complete.

Of course, if the contestant who ended the match in advance made a mistake in appraising the treasure, he would be automatically given up and would not be able to continue participating in the competition and would be eliminated from the competition.

The rules of the competition were cruel and exciting.

After Ji Tianxiang heard this, his blood boiled with excitement. The face under the mask faintly revealed a joyful smile.

To him, the previous matches were extremely boring. Every match, every match, every match, every opponent he met, they were all nothing. The opponent he wanted was getting stronger and stronger.

Ji Tianxiang calmly looked at the person in front of him. He was looking forward to it.

"Kid, watch these pottery, there are no treasures here, only one is real. Look carefully, don't make a mistake." Qiao Feng said.

Ji Tianxiang nodded without batting an eyelid. He thought, "As expected, it's just as Master said. Qiao Feng is going to play psychological tactics."

Since he knew what Qiao Feng was playing with, he ignored him and focused on looking at the pottery on the table. He took a look at each pottery, touched it and felt it with his mind.

Of the five treasures on the table that Qiao Feng talked about, one of them was fake. However, none of them were real. All of them were fake.1

Ji Tianxiang sneered and raised his hand to shake the bell on the table.

Suddenly, the surroundings became solemn, and everyone looked over with shocked and frightened expressions.

338, what is this for?

To announce the end of the competition?

How is this possible?

The challenger for the number 338 challenge was a senior level figure in the Treasure World. How could he compare to Qiao Feng?

The first thing that appeared in everyone's mind was the ten percent and the affirmative negation.

"Number 338, may I ask what's the problem with you ringing the bell?" The host frowned and walked in front of Ji Tianxiang as he asked suspiciously.

The host didn't even have to think to deny it. He felt that Ji Tianxiang was shaking the bell and that something was wrong. He just wanted to ask what was wrong with the bell and the end of the competition ahead of time.

Ji Tianxiang's large eyes swept across the crowd, and he couldn't help but sneer. It seemed like no one believed that he would end the match early.

Ji Tianxiang opened his mouth and let out a single sound, but it was interrupted by a loud sound.

There was only one person who thought that Ji Tianxiang was ringing the bell to end the competition early.

Faang Tianyi could not suppress the excitement in her heart. She stood up and shouted, "Number 338, you're the best! End the match early! You're the best!"

In an instant, everyone pointed at Ji Tianxiang and started discussing.

Regardless of whether it was Faang Tianyi's roar or everyone's discussion, they had all disrupted Qiao Feng, who was still appraising the pottery.

He didn't care about Ji Tianxiang shaking the bell. With his many years of experience, no one would compare to him in appraising pottery.

Now, it seemed that things were not as it seemed.

"Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing?" Qiao Feng frowned and sounded a little impatient.

"The match is over, I have finished appraising." Ji Tianxiang said lightly.

"Impossible?" Qiao Feng denied subconsciously.

Ji Tianxiang sneered, "Why not? Senior, you don't think that this junior is lying. "

Qiao Feng understood that he was being a bit impulsive, so he hid his expression: "Haha, it's like this. Little brother, do you want to go back and reappraise those pottery. If you shake the bell so quickly to end it, won't you be a bit impulsive?"

"No, I've made up my mind." Ji Tianxiang said.

Qiao Feng's face immediately turned dark as he cursed in his heart: "Little bastard, you really don't care about face, right? Fine, then I'll give you this chance, I want to see the result of your appraisal."

"Number 338, are you sure you want to finish the match early?" The host asked uncertainly.

Ji Tianxiang nodded: "Yes."

The host glanced at Qiao Feng from the corner of his eyes. That elder's face was black as charcoal from anger. Honestly speaking, he didn't want to offend him. Unfortunately, there were so many pairs of eyes staring at him.

He wanted to help, but he didn't have the ability to.

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