Chapter 1238: A Holy Artifact Found

"Something has really come out. It's not jade or agate, nor is it a precious spiritual herb. Could it be a weapon?"

"Haha! No weapon is worth 50 billion low-grade spiritual stones!"

"That's right. We really don't understand the world of rich people."

"..."

Although everyone admires Zhang Xing, it doesn't affect their jealousy.

Many people began to sneer.

If Li Shao won and opened something worthless, they would keep silent.

They couldn't afford to offend Li Shao's family, and they didn't dare to say some sensitive words.

Zhang Xing was different. No one knew his origins.

Moreover, he directly offended Li Shao, and some people wanted to take the opportunity to please Li Shao.

Zhang Xing ignored the ridicule of these people.

He stood up and walked to the raw stone.

"Okay, leave the rest to me. Thank you Master Chen and the four masters."

Zhang Xing said politely.

Master Chen did not stand up, but squatted in front of the golden silk handkerchief and watched carefully.

Zhang Xing waved his hand, and the golden silk handkerchief wrapped in the hand bone flew into his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Master Chen was fascinated by what he saw, but the thing in front of him suddenly disappeared.

He stood up suddenly, and then found that the thing was in Zhang Xing's hand.

He immediately shouted loudly.

"Of course, you are taking my things!"

Zhang Xing smiled faintly.

Master Chen's old face turned red, and he realized that he had lost his composure.

But he did not stop there, and his burning eyes looked at the golden handkerchief again.

"This little brother, can you open the handkerchief and let me see what's inside?"

"It's better not to open it."

Zhang Xing shook his head.

"Why?"

Master Chen asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid you can't bear the breath emanating from it."

Zhang Xing said lightly.

"What breath?"

Master Chen asked persistently.

Zhang Xing stared at his eyes for three seconds.

He slowly uttered a few words: "The remaining breath of the saint!"

"What?"

Master Chen's face changed on the spot, and he stepped back three steps.

Everyone who heard Zhang Xing's words was shocked.

"The remaining breath of the saint? Impossible!"

"Is he talking nonsense?"

"It must be worthless. He wants to fool us."

"..."

No one believed this sentence, and they all raised doubts.

Li Shao and others also didn't believe it. They looked at the golden silk handkerchief in Zhang Xing's hand.

They couldn't feel anything special.

"Brother, open it and take a look. No matter what it is, it should open everyone's eyes."

"Yes, brother, this is the rule of opening the stone. If you don't want everyone to know, you can not open it here!"

Hong Shao and Qian Shao spoke one after another.

Zhang Xing ignored them.

He still stared at Master Chen.

"Master Chen, I seem to see something in your eyes. You seem to know what this is. Am I right?"

After hearing what Zhang Xing said.

Master Chen's eyes began to deepen.

"If I'm not mistaken, this golden silk handkerchief is a..."

At this point, Master Chen seemed to be distracted, as if he remembered something.

"What is it? Master Chen, tell me!"

"Tell me, Master Chen!"

Everyone urged him.

After a short pause, Master Chen came back to his senses.

But he didn't give the answer right away.

Instead, he took out a magnifying glass and observed the golden handkerchief again.

After a while, his breathing became rapid and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"This is a... holy weapon!"

"Clang!"

The pure gold teacup in Li Shao's hand fell to the ground.

He was dumbfounded, staring at the golden handkerchief stupidly.