Chapter 461: Refining

Under this kind of oppression, he had to work his mind with all his strength to fight against it, but the more he confronted, the more he felt that the mountain was heavy and he felt like standing on the side of the mountain and looking up at the mountain.
Gradually, he finally adapted to this pressure. This is all due to the opening of the second change of Gene Lock, otherwise it would be impossible for him to persist.
You know, at the beginning, Wei Daoxiang used this painting to refine his spirits, but when he concentrated on his mind, his energy and blood rolled and he was almost injured. But Zhang Jun has been observing for three hours at this moment, and he has no intention of stopping.
When the sun rose, the fairy gangs all over him skyrocketed like a flame. After the second change of Gene Lock was opened, his mental power was already strong, and after another night of refining, he finally broke through again.
Tai Qing Gang unexpectedly stepped into the fifth stage, and his strength improved a lot. He has a feeling that his spiritual power will continue to increase, and he should be able to reach the level of Xiangang's Ninth Layer in about a year.
After reaching the Ninth Level of Xiangang, he can attack Yuanjue Realm, and then condense Taiqing Great True Power. Taiqing Dazhen Power is the ultimate product of Taiqing Gangqi, and it is extremely powerful. Based on his insights, Taiqing Great True Power has 33 levels, and each increase in one level increases its power.
Of course, different Zhenli will have different achievements in the future. For example, Guan Tiannan's Yin Sha great potential is only six layers, the six layers are already extremely high, and no progress can be made. Another example is Huabuyi's Qingdi Heart Technique, which will be derived from the Aoki Elemental Power in the future, with a total of twelve levels. The Twelfth Aoki Elemental Power can display the nine-strength medical principle, which is already at the level of half-step magical powers. Up.
However, the Dragon and Tiger Three Immortals once said that only nine layers of the 33rd Taiqing Great True Power belong to the Yuanjue level, the nine layers in the middle belong to the half-step supernatural powers, and the nine layers belong to the supernatural power realm. The remaining six layers belonged to a realm that even the Dragon and Tiger Three Immortals did not know. As for what it was, no one knew.
Breaking through to the fifth stage of Xiangang, his injury completely recovered, so he began to prepare for today's auction meeting. This auction conference has attracted buyers from all over the world. There are many participants and the most comprehensive preparations must be made.
Most importantly, he must guard against Japanese attacks. The Amaterasu has been completely wiped out, and Japan’s overcast is no good. Maybe it will make a fuss at the auction.
This auction meeting was held in Hong Kong Tianxing Art Museum. Tianxing Art Museum is an event venue invested and constructed by the Heiner Museum. It has a large area and can accommodate up to 25,000 spectators, and is equipped with various advanced event facilities.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the art museum was crowded with people. Zhang Jun is on the rostrum at the moment, the host is already in place, and he is still memorizing the speech. At this time Wu Qingying came over and said in his ear: "Boss, there are more people from Japan than expected. Among the more than 6,000 participants in the entire venue, more than 300 are Japanese, and It's a team.
Zhang Jun's eyes flashed, and he said: "Actually, under the eyes of everyone, I can't figure out any tricks when I measure them."
Then the auction began, and the host conducted a few minutes of pre-auction mobilization, and finally said: "Please ask the sponsor of Tianxing Charity, the owner of the Heiner Museum, and the respected Mr. Zhang Jun!"
Zhang Jun walked to the front desk, and the audience suddenly cheered. Before he spoke, suddenly a Japanese stood up with a microphone in his hand.
"Mr. Zhang Jun, I have a few questions, I wonder if you can answer them?"
As soon as the Japanese spoke, the broadcasting system in the venue actually carried out a live broadcast, so that everyone present could hear clearly. Guo Lan looked ugly after the stage. The Japanese were so shameless that they did such a small gesture!
Zhang Jun's expression remained unchanged, and said, "There are no reporters to interview items at the auction today. You Japanese are very rude. Do you want to force an interview with me?"
The Japanese said: "Take the liberty. We did this, just to ask my colleagues here to know how hypocritical your Tianxing Charity is, because you are all thieves and liars!"
Zhang Jun's eyes were cold, and he said: "Pay attention to your words, you are so uncultivated and slander others, you will only laugh at the bad behavior of the Japanese."
The Japanese looked ugly and said, "Well, let's get down to business. What I want to ask is, where did the collection donated by your Heiner Museum come from?"
Zhang Jun showed disdain and said: "The Heiner Museum has a cooperative relationship with more than 200 of the most famous national museums and more than 1,700 of the largest private collections in the world. Fans of private collections communicate frequently, and these collections are naturally donated by everyone."
The Japanese laughed "haha". He turned his eyes to the crowd and said, "Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? It is said that this auction amounted to tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars. You believe there are such good people in the world who are willing to donate so many collections. ?"
The people in the venue really talked about it, and they also felt that this possibility is unlikely. After all, the collection is not money, and a donation is tens of billions, which is too exaggerated.
Zhang Jun snorted coldly, and the court suddenly became quiet. He said: "I can answer your question. But before that, I want to provide a piece of data." Then he turned around and nodded to Guo Lan.
Suddenly, a long string of data was displayed on the high-definition large screen, and Zhang Jun said in a respectful tone: "What is displayed on the screen is a Japanese collector, an old man with an international mind, and a A fighter who fought against Japanese right-wingers! He is Mr. Norio Mitsui, one of the shareholders of the Mitsui Consortium."
"Mr. Mitsui has donated more than 30,000 collections with a total value of more than 5 billion U.S. dollars! He was also hired as the honorary curator of the Heiner Museum. However, such an old man with a heart and a benevolent heart He was assassinated by right-wingers on the way back to Japan!"
"Everyone, everyone should be able to see what kind of country this is. It is greedy, cruel, and despicable. Even a good person like Mr. Mitsui can't tolerate it!"
The Japanese people in the audience were anxious, so they started attacking Da Nippon as they said it? Another middle-aged man grabbed the microphone and scolded: "I ask you Mr. Zhang Jun, a batch of lost items from the National Museum of Japan Why do cultural relics appear in your auction?"
Zhang Jun asked coldly: "Really? Then please make a list of the so-called lost lists. In addition, I want to remind everyone that the auction list in our museum is strictly confidential. At present, I don't even know what items are being auctioned. I don't understand. How did this person know!"
Middle-aged people in Japan were speechless and speechless.
Zhang Jun continued: "In addition, I would like to remind everyone that during the Second World War, there are countless cultural treasures lost in Asian countries. I must know where they went. But now, the offspring of the bandits dare to participate in the charity event. It's a shameless thing that is extremely slanderous and bloody!"
The Japanese was furious and shouted: "In short, your Heiner Museum must have stolen our cultural relics!"
Zhang Jun's eyes shot coldly, and he yelled: "Shameless Rats, step back! You are not welcome here!"
Most of the people present were Asians. Their impression of Japan was always not very good, and suddenly there was a loud noise.
"Damn Japanese, get out!"
"Japanese dog, you are not welcome here, you are the thieves, the robbers!"
"The most brutal and shameless person in the world is the Japanese wolf. We don't like you. Go ahead and get out of here!"
The faces of the Japanese who came in the group were a hundred times uglier than their dead fathers. They still had many plans before they could implement them. Unfortunately, they couldn't stay longer and left in embarrassment, otherwise they were worried that they would arouse public outrage.
Seeing hundreds of Japanese people bow their heads and leave, Zhang Jun said coldly: "No, I hope that when we meet next time, your character can be improved." Everyone laughed.
"Okay, the auction is about to begin. I still want to announce that all proceeds from this auction will be donated to the Tianxing Charity Fund to help those in need."
There was hail and thunder and applause. Everyone thought in their hearts, how could such a great philanthropist steal Japanese cultural relics? The Japanese are really shameless!
The auction began. Among the participating crowd, a few people were very special and attracted Zhang Jun's attention. He has been monitoring the entire venue with Buddha eyes.
One of them was an old man with silver hair and beard and a kind face. There were six people sitting next to him, one of whom was Mo San.
When the old man saw the auction start, he smiled slightly and said, "Mo San, your friend is bold."
Mo San nodded: "Second Elder, do you think you can absorb him and join Momen?"
"Yes," the old man said, "but I think this person is extraordinary, I'm afraid our small temple can't accommodate this big Bodhisattva. Let's make friends first, and talk about the others."
Mo Sandao: "In that case, let us take this first order."
The first lot was extraordinary. It was a painting by Ming Dynasty painter Xu Wei. It started at 10 million Hong Kong dollars. Everyone bid and scrambled one after another, and the placards kept on.
Suddenly, Mo San held up the sign and quoted one hundred million Hong Kong dollars. The scene suddenly became quiet. Although this painting is precious, the 100 million Hong Kong dollars is far more than its value.
Surprisingly, a mysterious woman wearing sunglasses once again raised a placard, quoting 110 million.
The two sides you come and I meet, start to see, under the stunned expressions of everyone,
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