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Chapter 1727

On the Palace of Martial Arts.

"Crack"

A shiny white cup was thrown to the ground.

The seemingly extremely thin white porcelain cup made no sound after flipping over a few times on the ground, and just lay quietly on the ground.

It has obviously been damaged at one corner, but it still reflects extraordinary brilliance under the sunlight.

At first glance, it looks like something extraordinary!

It's obviously just a small teacup.

But it is as white as jade, as bright as a mirror, as thin as paper, and as loud as a chime.

An extraordinary treasure!

Anyone who has some knowledge of porcelain will definitely be furious when he sees this scene. The world's treasures are thrown to the ground like garbage.

What a waste of resources!

Of course, if you shift your gaze a little, you can see that such unique treasures are everywhere.

Can things that are everywhere still be treasures?

Of course!

The eggshell cup with a thin body is naturally a rare treasure in the outside world. After searching throughout the world, only two or three pieces have been handed down to this day.

The only one in China is still on display in the Capital Museum.

This thing is naturally a rare treasure among rare treasures.

But in the Nonwu Palace, it is really no different from garbage. It can only be used as something for the owners to vent their anger.

The atmosphere in the huge Lunwu Hall seemed a bit solemn.

The maid in fine clothes shivered beside her.

Because my young master is throwing things angrily at this moment.

All the furnishings that could be seen were smashed to the ground.

It can be seen how angry the owner here is.

"Go down." Just as the fear in the eyes of the master's maids became more and more intense, a black shadow appeared at the door of the Nonwu Hall.

The visitor was dressed in a navy blue robe, with jade hanging from his waist, holding a bodhi tree in his hand, with a kind face, and looked like a gentleman in troubled times.

The maid hurriedly left as if she had been granted amnesty, and no one dared to provoke the burning Ji Shui.

"Father, why are you here?"

After venting his anger, Ji Shishui calmed down again and his face became calm again, but the anger between his brows could not be wiped away.

"My son is a little out of his mind!"

"Then what the hell is Chen Feng? He's just a bastard from the outside world. He actually treated me like this in front of everyone. I..."

When everything that happened on the martial arts stage came to mind again, Ji Shuishui's face began to look ferocious.

The murderous look in his eyes burst out fiercely.

"Hmph!" Just when Ji Shuishui was about to get uncontrollably furious, the visitor's face instantly turned cold, and he just waved his hand casually.

Ji Shuishui knelt down directly on the ground, and the porcelain shards on the ground turned into phosphorescent powder as he knelt down!

"Father!"

"I have been practicing quietly for so long and I am still so hopeless. No wonder I was suppressed easily by that Chen Feng!"

"I!"

"Don't say it, don't think about it before taking action. If Chen Feng is really so easy to deal with, then all the family heads won't be in such a mess now!"

"But!"

"But what? Others don't know what the martial arts conference is about, don't you still know?"

"I know, I just..."

"Go away! How could my Han family's countless years of inheritance produce such a waste like you! What does superficial beauty mean? It's nothing more than rootless duckweed. Whoever laughs in the end is the real winner. Do you still want me to teach you this?

Don’t just stay here, why don’t you go back and practice?”

Ji Shishui's face was filled with a variety of colors, and it could be described as a mixture of emotions.


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