Chapter 1399 Ge Feipeng!
So they spent five thousand yuan on a Zisha teapot, only to discover it was no ordinary teapot.
There was a seal inside the teapot, and it turned out to be from the Ming Dynasty. Five thousand yuan instantly became two hundred thousand, and each of them received fifty thousand!
Qin Xuelan's face instantly turned ashen!
She had misjudged again!
However, Tian Shijie and the others were extremely excited, casting aside their recent troubles.
As they were having fun, Zhu Mingchuan suddenly rushed over in a hurry.
"Chen Xuan, I have something to tell you." Zhu Mingchuan said in a deep voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Chen Xuan, you need to leave here immediately!"
Zhu Mingchuan said coldly.
Chen Xuan showed a hint of curiosity and frowned, "What happened?"
"I just received word that Ge Feipeng has been looking for you, and he even put out a bounty on your head, saying he wants to tear you to pieces."
Chen Xuan said lightly, "This Ge Feipeng is truly insidious. It was a waste of my effort to cut off one of Ge Feipeng's cousin's ears."
"What? You cut off Ge Feipeng's cousin's ear?"
"That's right!"
"Then you're finished. Leave quickly. I know better than anyone that Ge Feipeng is a cold-blooded and cruel guy. If you cut off Ge Feipeng's cousin's ear, he will definitely not let you go."
"Oh? You want to help me? Shouldn't you hate me?" Chen Xuan frowned, confused.
Zhu Mingchuan snorted and said, "If I didn't have a grudge against Ge Feipeng, I wouldn't be telling you all this. Are you leaving or not?"
Chen Xuan smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but why should I leave? I don't even put a mere Ge Feipeng in my eyes!"
"You... Fine, you're on your own!"
Zhu Mingchuan said, "Chen Xuan, I know you're a good fighter, but Ge Feipeng's cunning exceeds your imagination. Moreover, the Eight Kings of Kyoto are a small clique now. If you deal with him, the War King won't let you off either!"
"War King?"
Chen Xuan frowned.
He remembered hearing from Zhu Bingyi that there was a leader among the Eight Kings of Kyoto. Could it be this War King?
"The leader of the Eight Kings of Kyoto, someone from the Middle Three Sects. I just received word that Ge Feipeng is here today for Tang Bohu's authentic work. The War King wants to use this painting to win over a disciple from the Upper Three Sects."
Zhu Mingchuan said coldly, "If the Eight Kings of Kyoto manage to curry favor with a disciple from the Upper Three Sects, their influence will become even greater. No matter how powerful you are, what good will it do?"
"So that's how it is. I understand now."
Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Then thank you for your good intentions."
Seeing that Chen Xuan was unmoved, Zhu Mingchuan said in a deep voice, "Kid, you're on your own!"
Zhu Mingchuan turned and left.
"Chen Xuan, what should we do?" Wei Linlin asked.
"It's nothing. We'll continue to have fun as we were. As for a mere Ge Feipeng, I'll have a good showdown with him."
Chen Xuan smiled lightly.
Then, the group continued their treasure hunt.
Before long, a cold shout suddenly rang out: "All of you, get out of the way! The Eight Kings of Kyoto are here on business. If you don't want to die, get lost!"
A group of people charged over aggressively. The antique appraisal fair was crowded, and with such a surge, people stumbled and fell, causing chaos and nearly knocking over the surrounding antique display cabinets.
The staff of Yufangzhai were displeased and were about to scold them when someone beside them pulled them back, "Are you tired of living!"
"What's wrong? Do they have some background?"
"Didn't you hear them? They're people from the Eight Kings of Kyoto. The leader is Ge Feipeng, one of the Eight Kings of Kyoto, known for his cruelty!"
The staff member shivered in fear, feeling a sense of dread. Fortunately, he was stopped, otherwise, his life would have been ruined.
The surging crowd quickly arrived in front of Chen Xuan and the others.
The crowd parted, and Ge Feipeng, his face as dark as water, walked out from among them.
He scanned the crowd and his gaze fell on Chen Xuan: "Did you cut off my cousin's ear?"
"Yes!"
"Don't you know that Zhao Tiangang is my cousin?"
Ge Feipeng was stunned, not expecting Chen Xuan to admit it so readily!
"I know!"
"You know, and you still dared to do it?"
"Who do you think you are? I'm telling you, it's good that you came today, otherwise I would have had to find you!"
As soon as Chen Xuan said this, the surroundings fell into silence, and even the air seemed to drop several degrees. They never expected Chen Xuan to say such words, which was equivalent to slapping Ge Feipeng in the face.
Ge Feipeng was also stunned. He had met many fierce people, but he had never encountered anyone who dared to confront him so directly.
"Kid, you're looking for death! Take care of this guy for me!"
Tian Shijie rushed forward first: "Ge Feipeng, I'm the one who hit him. If you have a problem, come at me!"
"You won't get away with this either. I'll settle the score with you later. I'll settle the score with this kid first!"
Ge Feipeng roared.
With a bang, Ge Feipeng was kicked flying by Chen Xuan.
"Deal with me? What are you?"
Chen Xuan sneered.
Ge Feipeng got up from the ground, his face extremely grim, "Kid, you're finished. Even the King of Hell can't save you!"
Chen Xuan thought to himself that he hadn't met the King of Hell, but he had met one of the Ten Yama Kings. If they couldn't do anything to him, who was this Ge Feipeng to be so arrogant?
Of course, this was considered a secret, and he absolutely could not reveal it easily.
Just then, Qin Xuelan walked onto the stage with a microphone: "Esteemed guests, today Yufangzhai brings you a masterpiece by Tang Bohu, 'Falling Mist, Solitary Goose'!"
Before she could finish speaking, a well-endowed young woman walked onto the stage carrying a scroll covered with a red cloth on a plate.
In an instant, all eyes focused on the scroll, following its movement. The surroundings fell silent.
"Good kid, I'll let you off this time, but you'd better wait for me later!"
Ge Feipeng knew what was important. If he couldn't get the authentic work of Tang Bohu, the War King would never forgive him.
He turned and left with his men.
Seeing Ge Feipeng leave, Qin Xuelan, who had a calm expression on stage, breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't the most auspicious day, but Qin Xuelan realized that Chen Xuan and the others were in a precarious situation. Knowing that Ge Feipeng was here for Tang Bohu's painting, she brought out the scroll ahead of time.
"Consider yourself lucky."
Chen Xuan hadn't expected Ge Feipeng to leave so decisively, without even giving him a chance to strike. However, it wasn't the time to act now, as there were too many people. Killing Ge Feipeng alone would likely cause an uproar!
Tian Shijie and the others were relieved, but when they heard Chen Xuan's words, their expressions became strange. It seemed as if the one who had narrowly escaped disaster was the other party, not them.
"Brother Xuan, should we retreat?"
Tian Shijie looked at Chen Xuan and said softly.
By now, he was completely in awe of Chen Xuan, even his address had changed.
"Retreat? Why retreat? Weren't you all here for Tang Bohu's 'Falling Mist, Solitary Goose'? Why are you talking about retreating now?" Chen Xuan frowned.
Everyone exchanged glances. If they didn't retreat now, and once the matter of Tang Bohu's 'Falling Mist, Solitary Goose' was settled, wouldn't Ge Feipeng turn his attention to them?
Wei Linlin, however, said, "What are you afraid of? With Chen Xuan here, if they dare to lay a finger on us, we'll beat them to death!"
Everyone was speechless, but in the end, they agreed to go and see Tang Bohu's 'Falling Mist, Solitary Goose'!