No, this matter must not be exposed, otherwise he will be executed, and he will have to cover it up whether life or death.
The shopkeeper's eyes flashed with viciousness. Now that this brat has come to this point, he can only protect himself and cover up this matter by finding a way to kill him.
"Haha, a kid who doesn't even have spiritual power dares to believe that he is eloquent." The shopkeeper's sinister face flashed with murderous intent, and he looked at Luo Xing'er sarcastically.
"You can't even identify a first-level weapon, let alone a heaven-level weapon like level 4. Everyone here knows that only when the spiritual power is higher than the weapon level, the level of the weapon can be identified. This kid has no idea at all.
A little bit of spiritual power, it’s clear that he was jealous when he saw that he couldn’t afford level 4 weapons, so he deliberately caused trouble. With so many masters here, no one saw it, could he?”
When he said this, the buzz around him suddenly subsided a bit.
After all, they were also second- and third-level spiritual masters, so they could clearly see that Luo Xing'er had no spiritual power.
It's right to think about it. How can a person without any spiritual power tell the level of a weapon? This guy shouldn't be just talking nonsense. He is making trouble in such a big association. This is not nonsense. Not to mention that the people in the association will not let it go.
If you pass him, you will be blacklisted in the future and will be refused reception by everyone in the Weapon Refining Association.
As a spiritualist, weapons are very heavy. This is very important. Spiritualists know that they can offend anyone, and they cannot offend the Weapon Refining Association.
This guy is so stupid.
Many people looked at Luo Xing'er with a bit more contempt.
"If you don't have spiritual power, you can't identify the level of a weapon? That only shows that you have little knowledge, and the materials used to make such a broken weapon are mediocre, so I don't like it either." Luo Xing'er curled her lips coldly, not knowing at all.
Don't be frightened by the fierce look of the shopkeeper.
If this kind of weapon is given to her for free, she still has to consider it!
A third-level dwarf spiritualist stood up. He was short, dark and thin, with rather sinister features.
He turned his eyes, intending to take the opportunity to please the shopkeeper, and looked at Luo Xing'er mockingly: "Where did you come from, this arrogant boy? I, a third-level spiritual magician, didn't even notice it, but you can. Could it be that you are?
Level four, haha, take a look, this useless piece of shit with no spiritual power is level four."
There was loud laughter all around, everyone laughed at Luo Xing'er's arrogance.
Since he can identify level 4 weapons, he naturally thinks that his strength is level 4 or above, but he clearly has no spiritual power at all, so how could he be such an arrogant boy.
Amidst the roaring ridicule, the dwarf spiritualist became even more proud, and his laughter became more and more unrestrained.
No one present saw Luo Xinger, who had always been indifferent, kneading a spell under her sleeve. Only the man upstairs flashed his eyes, and a strange color flashed across his eyes.
The dwarf smiled, but his laughter suddenly got stuck in his throat, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Then his eyes widened: "Ah, my hair is on fire, what's going on?"
Somehow, there was a small fire at the end of his sparse braid, which was very weak, so he never noticed it.
When the fire got big and burned him, he realized that he hurriedly patted the fire on his hair, but as soon as his dry hair caught fire, it immediately caught fire. When he hurriedly took a pot of water and poured it on his head.
When it was served, only a few burnt hairs remained.