Ye Lan picked up the wooden box, glanced at the dark medicinal residue inside, and felt reassured.
"Please find me a gas stove and pressure cooker!"
The appraiser on the side smiled bitterly and hesitated to move.
However, the host next to him was somewhat moved and said, "Why don't we let him give it a try!"
"Okay, don't waste time! It's already late today and I'm not interested in watching another monkey trick!"
Jiang Bo stepped forward and said.
"Call Zhao Xiaoya! I am very reasonable!"
By now, everyone has already understood that Jiang Bo is here for Zhao Xiaoya!
The so-called fake medicine is just an excuse.
Appraisers and hosts naturally understand this truth.
But now it's not that they don't want to shout, but that they can't contact Zhao Xiaoya at all.
The appraiser gritted his teeth and said, "We haven't failed yet!"
Jiang Bo's face turned cold, "I still have ten minutes left!"
"Ten minutes is enough!" Ye Lan said calmly.
The appraiser looked at him deeply, then turned and ran backstage.
After a while, he came out carrying a pressure cooker and gas stove.
"Are these okay?"
Ye Lan nodded, "That's enough!"
With that said, he opened the pressure cooker and poured all the medicinal residue into it.
I poured another bottle of water and then turned on the gas stove.
Everyone thought there was another amazing operation, but after seeing this, they couldn't help but shake their heads.
This isn't about refining medicine, it's more like making soup.
Even the host and the appraiser looked like they were mourning for their heirs, bowing their heads in sadness.
The flame opens and burns calmly.
The pressure cooker valve soon sizzled, and bursts of burnt smell rushed out.
The smell wafted quickly, filling the entire auction hall almost instantly.
Jiang Bo frowned and said impatiently, "Okay, I'm not interested in quarreling with you anymore!"
"The inability to make muscle powder proves that it is a fake!"
"I'll give you thirty minutes. If Zhao Xiaoya doesn't show up, everyone shouldn't leave!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone panicked.
One guest couldn't help but stood up and cursed,
"It's already this time, and the Zhao family is still a coward?"
Another guest shouted to Jiang Bo: "Brother, I know you are causing trouble for the Zhao family, but this has nothing to do with us!"
What's more, he stood up and walked towards the door, "No one dares to do anything to me in Beichen!"
Unfortunately, he was answered with a huge fist.
With one punch, his whole body was thrown away and he fell against the wall. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Rude!"
Jiang Bo looked unhappy.
"Don't worry, everyone, as long as you cooperate well, we won't use force!"
"Of course, if you don't cooperate, you can't blame me!"
Seeing the trembling crowd, the host gritted his teeth and stepped forward, "Guest, come to us if you have something to do. This matter has nothing to do with other people!"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Bo slapped him in the face.
"Are you teaching me how to do something?"
As he spoke, he waved his arms quickly, and a cold light flashed through.
The host's eyes widened and he quickly covered his nose with his hands.
But the blood couldn't stop flowing out from between his fingers.
Jiang Bo shook the dagger in his hand with a cold tone.
"If she doesn't come, I will kill her! Kill her until she comes!"
"Dead people!"
The guests screamed in horror, and there was a moment of chaos.
Right now.
The pressure cooker made a "bang" sound and the lid blew off.
A burst of five-colored light rose up.
The next second, the strong medicinal fragrance rose into the sky.
The messy hall fell silent for an instant, and everyone looked at Ye Lan.
After a brief silence, Chen Banshou rushed over.
When he saw the five-colored powder in the pressure cooker, he backed away in disbelief.
"Impossible! How is it possible?"
"It's obviously all waste, how can it still be refined?"
"You're just you!" Ye Lan glanced at him coldly, grabbed a handful of muscle powder and went straight to the host.
Open your palm and quickly apply the powder to the wound.
In everyone's shocked eyes, the gurgling blood stopped instantly as if a valve had been closed.
Immediately afterwards, the huge wound as thick as the palm began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
You can even see those granules squirming rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the wound was completely healed.
If it weren't for the large amount of blood that had not yet solidified, who would have thought that his throat had just been slit?
"Bacteria powder! It's really muscle powder!"
"Oh my god, what the ancient books say is right! It's really been refined!"
"He did it, really did it!"
The guests cheered and cheered, but everyone in the Jiang family felt as if they had eaten shit.
The white-haired middle-aged man looked gloomy and glared at Ye Lan fiercely.
"Boy, who are you?"
"Unknown person!" Ye Lan smiled slightly, his eyes as calm as water.
"Not bad! What a muscle powder!"
Jiang Bo on the side walked forward, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
But then, his expression changed slightly.
"In this case, it seems that we have misunderstood this matter!"
"Farewell to you now, see you again when we are destined!"
After saying that, he took back his hand without leaving a trace and strode outside.
The rest of the Jiang family looked at each other, hesitated and quickly followed.
There was some belief in the hall.
It wasn't until everyone in the Jiang family walked out of the door that they started cheering.
The pale host knelt on the ground gratefully,
"Thank you sir for the rescue!"
The appraiser also bowed deeply.
"Thank you sir for the rescue!"
All the guests stood up and bowed in unison.
"Thank you sir for the rescue!"
Ye Lan waved his hand calmly.
"It's over here, let's go back!"
After saying that, he looked solemnly towards the door.
On the other side, the white-haired middle-aged man who walked out of the door asked solemnly.
"Master, are you leaving like this?"
Jiang Bo raised his red palm, "They appeared!"
The white-haired middle-aged man stared suddenly, "Grandmaster?"
"That's right! The key is that I didn't sense his aura!" Jiang Bo said gloomily.
Another middle-aged man next to him nodded quickly, "Yes, since he dares to show it, it means he is not afraid of us!"
"If you act rashly, I'm afraid there will be trouble!"
While they were talking, everyone was already in the car.
Jiang Bo sat in the back seat and punched the glass.
"The damn Spirit-Suppressing Dragon Group, how long has it been, and they haven't even figured out the strength of the other party!"
"There is no accurate information on how many cultivators there are and how many masters there are!"
Everyone in the car was silent.
But he suddenly smiled,
"Actually, this is a good thing. The Zhao family plays a very important role in their organization!"
The white-haired middle-aged man quickly agreed,
"That's right, as long as we find Zhao Xiaoya, we will definitely be able to find them out by following the clues!"
Jiang Bo smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.
But the next second, his expression changed again.
"Quickly, contact Fatty Luo!"
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