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After laughing for a while longer, Feng Zhi lowered her hand and coughed lightly, "Ninth Grandpa, I already guessed your identity, and now it's your turn. If you admit defeat voluntarily, then I'll take something from this warehouse."

Feng Jiu's legend in life had started from when he was unwilling to admit defeat to his fate and to his birth. He had enjoyed the glory for his entire life, so how could he be willing to admit defeat in front of this young lass who was like bean sprout?

And so …

"You're wearing phoenix armor?"

Feng Zhi shook her head.

"Feng Yi?"

He shook his head.

"Feng Bing?"

He shook his head.

He shook his head.

After a long while, Feng Jiu managed to guess all the names of Feng Family younger generation members in his memories, but all he got was Feng Zhi repeatedly shaking her head.

Finally, after racking his brains, he could not think of any other names. He could only give up trying to guess further and dejectedly said, "Alright, little girl, you've won. Tell me, who are you really?"

Feng Zhi "hehe" again for a while, then proudly announced her answer: "Ninth Grandfather, listen carefully, I'm our Feng Family's famous trash, my name is Feng Zhi!"

Feng Jiu coughed a few times.

To call himself a waste with such a proud tone, was it very glorious to be a waste?

Feng Jiu was a little girl who knew that there was a junior in Feng Family who did not even have the slightest bit of talent in martial arts. He thought that under these circumstances, the little girl should live in low self-esteem everyday.

Looking at Feng Zhi's pair of large, nimble eyes, Feng Jiu was really a little doubtful.

However, Feng Zhi didn't know what Feng Jiu was thinking about in his heart. With a cheer, she ran to the side and took down a sword that she had long taken a fancy to from the shelf.

Placing the sword on the table in front of Feng Jiu, Feng Zhi said: "Ninth Grandfather, you have lost. This sword is now mine."

Feng Jiu glared at Feng Zhi again. He wasn't so shameless as to bully a little kid.

However, looking at the place where he had placed the sword, Feng Jiu felt a little strange. "Little girl, this is only a fourth grade spirit sword. The one beside it is a seventh grade top grade treasure sword. Why did you choose this one?"

Feng Jiu did not believe that Feng Zhi did not know what was good for him.

The eighth-grade great sword was not placed on the sword rack like an ordinary sword, but rather suspended in the air. The layer upon layer of precious light on the sword's body was enough to draw out the greed in everyone's heart.

Ninth Grandpa, I want to give this sword to my big brother. Big Brother has just become a warrior, so this sword is enough for him to use for a long time. As for the future, of course, we have better swords for him.

Keeping it was better than that grade seven spirit sword!

Feng Zhi said in her heart.

There were a lot of good treasures in her space. Although they might not be suitable for the phoenix, Feng Zhi knew how to refine artifacts. Once she was stronger, she would naturally be able to help the phoenix forge an excellent weapon that was interlinked with his mind.

A cultivation method refining a Magic Treasure that was much better than that grade seven spirit sword.

Feng Zhi's answer evidently caused Feng Jiu to be very surprised. He sized Feng Zhi up, and said. Let me ask you one last question. How did you guess my identity? "

Feng Jiu thought about it for a long time, but still could not come up with an answer to this question.

Feng Zhi glanced at Feng Jiu, then sighed deeply, "Ninth Grandpa, you probably don't know, although you have already disappeared from the Jianghu, but there are still legends circulating in the Jianghu, where every child of the branch family took your legendary life to motivate themselves, and I don't even know how many times someone has told me about a mole on your wrist."

Feng Jiu reflexively withdrew his hand.

If he had known earlier, he would have hidden his hands well!

Feng Jiu helplessly tapped Feng Zhi's forehead and said: "You little girl, you're really smart. You normally make others suffer losses, right?"

Feng Zhi did not comment.

Those who suffered at her hands were asking for it.

For example, the Feng Jiu in front of him.

Feng Jiu was not someone who could afford to lose, and previously, when he bet with Feng Zhi, he was already joking around, but he did not put his martial arts to heart, and changed the topic to Feng Zhi's purpose of coming here, "Little girl, why did you come here alone? "You can't steal the token when you enter from your parents, right? If your parents beat you up, then Ninth Grandpa will come and watch."

Feng Zhi's head was filled with black lines.

This is a real old urchin.

Remembering her purpose for coming, Feng Zhi did not delay any longer, "Ninth Grandpa, I want to know what kind of strange things are in our warehouse, such as stones that I don't know their use for."

Every auction house had a tradition of taking these miscellaneous objects. There were even many small objects that initially looked unremarkable, but ended up being proven to be treasures.

Feng Jiu didn't think that Feng Zhi had come for all this junk, but it wasn't anything major, so he took out a large tome from under the table and threw it in front of Feng Zhi.

However, once he threw it out, Feng Jiu immediately regretted it.

This picture book was very thick and heavy, if one was a martial artist at the Small Success Realm, they could easily take it, but Feng Zhi was known as a cripple with her Feng Family and even several big families, her small body, wouldn't have been squashed flat by the picture book, right?

Feng Jiu's hand formed a claw as he prepared to grab the tome back, but Feng Zhi's pure white hand reached out and caught the tome firmly.

Eh?

Feng Jiu was just surprised, when he heard Feng Zhi moaning: "Ninth Grandpa, are you jealous of the cute parents of people who want to murder someone?"

Feng Jiu vomited in his heart. How could he still remember the strange thing from before?

At this time, Feng Zhi took out the Atlas and started flipping through it.

The Scarlet Phoenix Auction House had been established for hundreds, even thousands of years. Over the years, all the miscellaneous items had been recorded in this tome, and it was unknown what sort of method was used to record their appearances. It seemed even clearer than what was recorded with a camera.

In Feng Jiu's eyes, the picture book that Feng Zhi was holding onto was like a book that was being flipped through by the wind, quickly flipping pages. Before he even had a chance to catch his breath, that thick picture book had already been completely opened by Feng Zhi.

"Little girl, do you really think you're playing around?" Feng Jiu said snappily.

In the next moment, Feng Zhi raised her small hand and threw the thick and heavy diagram book into Feng Jiu's hands, "Ninth Grandfather, I want the stone on the fifth page, the wood on the 107th page, and the grass on the 280th page."

Feng Jiu took the diagram book and flipped through in disbelief. Sure enough, it matched everything Feng Zhi said.