However, the next second, his expression froze on his face.
Because he saw that Mr. Long's eyes suddenly widened and his lips were instantly chapped: "This, this, this, this... this young man, please, can I, no, old man, old man, pick up this thing with my own hands?
Take a look?"
"Mr. Long, please feel free to do so."
Lu Fan turned to look at Wanzi: "No problem."
"Just take it, there's nothing good for instant noodles anyway."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Long took the initiative to stretch out his dry palm, his fingers trembling non-stop, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
At this moment.
Middle Earth.
Longhu Mountain is a misty mountain top that is shrouded in blindness.
In the Xiantian Dao Palace.
An old man with flowing white hair and wearing a bright red Taoist uniform was staring at the Taoist monk kneeling in the first palace with his face flushed and his eyes wide open:
"Where's our mountain-holding sword from Longhu Mountain?"
"Where's the sword?"
"Where did the sword go?????????"
The old man's voice was majestic, like a god, echoing in the huge Xiantian Dao Palace.
The Taoist monks kneeling on the ground had pale faces. They wanted to press their faces to the ground and did not dare to raise their heads to look at the old man in front of them, who usually did not even show his face.
"I am Longhu Mountain, the mountain-holding sword."
"Hang on that mountain for thousands of years!"
"Killed countless demons and evil spirits! It is the sacred object of the founder of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ling and Zhang Tianshi!"
"It is one of the three most powerful weapons for guarding dragon veins in the world today!"
"Once this thing leaves the spiritual vein of Longhu Mountain Zhenshan, not to mention that the blinding array will disappear, these dozen Taoist palaces will appear in the eyes of the world, which will cause shock to the world."
"Moreover, once the Sanqing Mountain, the Demon Locking Tower and the Demon Suppressing Cave in Maoshan lose the power of the divine sword and allow those demons and ghosts to escape, how should I explain to them?"
"Who is it?"
"Can you think of stealing that dagger that looks old, worthless and pricks your hand?"
"Who is it!!!!!!!!!"
…
"hiss!"
As soon as Mr. Long's palm touched the dagger, his expression changed and he quickly retracted his hand.
Look again, there was a puncture at the tip of the index finger, and drops of blood flowed out and fell on the table.
"Ah? Mr. Long!"
"You, your hands?!"
When everyone saw this, their expressions changed drastically!
This Mr. Long is known as the best treasure appraiser in Xiandao.
His eyes and hands are priceless treasures!
Even for Bu Liu's rare treasure just now, he just used a stick to provoke it, but he never got his hands on it!
Then the thing Lu Fan gave him actually pricked Mr. Long's finger and caused bleeding as soon as it came up!
"Beast! I know what kind of rubbish you can have. You found such a piece of junk and injured Mr. Long's hand. Just because of this, you won't die ten thousand times!"
Bu Liu saw this and scolded Lu Fan fiercely with his finger.
"Shut up, everyone. This was my own accident and has nothing to do with this little friend!"
At this time, Mr. Long took the handkerchief handed by the girl, wiped the blood from his fingertips, and then continued to stretch out his hand tremblingly, carefully reaching for the dagger on the table again.
But there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He was not afraid that he would be stabbed by the dagger again, but he was worried that his blood would stain the dagger and Lu Fan would cause trouble for him.
"Young men, please don't worry. I'm just touching it. I won't accidentally get blood on this sword..." Mr. Long said tremblingly.