After hearing Mr. Long's words, the entire auction hall burst into laughter...
"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect Mr. Long to be so funny and humorous."
"Mr. Long has such a high emotional intelligence. He pricked his finger with this garbage, but he said he was afraid that his own blood would be stained on the sword."
"However, although this dagger looks rough and has nothing to look at, it is sharp. With just a bang, it can pierce a person's flesh and blood."
"Nonsense, when this sword was formed, even the most basic process of polishing was not carried out. The surface is so rough and full of low-quality iron spikes. Can it still be called a sword?"
"I think he just came to grandstand and hurt Mr. Long's hand. It's simply abominable..."
"I would like to see how this lowly low-level casual cultivator kneels in front of my young master, kowtows and admits his mistake... But I can't blame him. Who makes him ignore the promotion and go against my young master? This is simply asking for it.
What a shame."
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"Oh, Mr. Long, since I brought this thing out for you to identify, there's no need to ask any more questions." Lu Fan also smiled lightly. Although he himself didn't know the origin of this dagger, he didn't
You know why, from the first time Wanzi took it out, Lu Fan felt that it was not easy.
After all, this so-called fairy island in the South China Sea was the traitor of a group of Maoshan monks.
As for Wanzi, he has practiced in the orthodox Taoism at Longhu Mountain in the Middle Earth until now.
This can be regarded as something from their ancestors. If you take it out, how can it become a mortal thing?
"You can look at it as you wish."
As Lu Fan said this, he stretched out his hand, picked up the dagger and handed it to Mr. Long.
"Don't take it!"
Mr. Long was horrified: "Well, how can you take this thing casually?"
He hurriedly took the dagger into his hand and looked at Lu Fan with grateful eyes.
Then I studied it carefully, turning it over and over, and studied it carefully.
The light in his eyes became increasingly intense, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch continuously...
"It seems that my guess is correct. These so-called Nanhai monks are really descended from a group of Taoist traitors. They naturally recognize this Taoist orthodoxy." Lu Fan secretly guessed in his heart.
"Hahahahaha, brat, what else do you have to say now? Why don't you kneel down, kowtow, and admit your mistake!"
Bu Liu laughed wildly with a joking look on his face: "No matter how valuable this dagger is, based on its craftsmanship and appearance, it will definitely not be a treasure. It is not worth a penny, but it is worth a stone."
A spiritual stone? You lose!"
"Where do you get your confidence from?"
Lu Fan glanced at him indifferently: "Shut your mouth obediently, or wait for Mr. Long to give out the identification results before talking. What do you think?"
"You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin."
Bu Liu looked at Lu Fan with a cat-and-mouse look, and looked even more sure of victory.
The jeers in the hall also became more and more intense.
When Wanzi used this dagger to make instant noodles, it was by chance. There was a power outage in Longhu Mountain, and there was no hot water. She was too lazy to cook it herself, so she carried a box of instant noodles everywhere to ask her senior brothers and sisters to borrow hot water.
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After borrowing hot water to make noodles, I sat alone on the steps of the Longhu Mountain gate and waited. I found a few stones to cushion the noodles, but I didn't think they were suitable.
Until she inadvertently raised her head and saw this rough dagger that was rarely noticed hanging under the plaque at the main entrance of Longhu Mountain...