"That means you lose. Kneel down and kowtow. You don't have to shout, grandpa. I don't have an unworthy descendant like you." Lu Fan smiled jokingly at Bu Liu.
"ah!!!!!!"
"No!!!!!"
Bu Liu suddenly screamed: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How can you, a low-level and humble cultivator, surpass me with a broken sword?"
"I do not believe!"
"I don't accept it either!"
Hearing Bu Liu's hoarse roar, a look of anger flashed across Mr. Long's face: "Why, you don't accept it? Are you doubting Lao Chan's character or his eyesight?"
"Haha, you are a descendant of the Bu family. Even if the elders of your Bu family saw me, they would never doubt me. Today, you..."
His voice suddenly became very deep: "Are you planning to smash the old man's sign in front of so many people?"
"Sixth brother, please be careful what you say!"
The girl, with a slightly outgoing attitude, scolded dissatisfied.
The two old slaves behind Bu Liu were also frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Young Master, you can't say such nonsense."
"No, no, it's not that this junior doubts Mr. Long, it's just that this junior is really dissatisfied!"
Bu Liu growled in a low voice: "Mr. Long, you never told the origin of this dagger or its value. You just made a judgment directly. This junior is really dissatisfied..."
Not only Buliu, but also many people present were puzzled. After all, the dagger looked too rough and had no outstanding features at all.
Why should the well-informed Mr. Long have to risk himself like this?
"All right."
Mr. Long reluctantly returned the dagger to Lu Fan.
This made Lu Fan have some affection for this old man.
Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.
After all, judging from Mr. Long's performance, he must know the true origin of this dagger and its value, but even so, he would rather go bankrupt and even risk the rest of his life to get this thing.
Get it.
It's not that he wanted to take this thing by force by relying on his own power.
Based on this alone, Lu Fan felt that this person was quite good.
"Yes." Lu Fan held the dagger and nodded towards Mr. Long.
Mr. Long was about to speak, but as if he thought of something, he turned his head to look at Lu Fan, lowered his voice and asked: "Excuse me, this little friend, can you tell me the secret of this dagger in public? I think
You are a casual cultivator without the protection of your camp or family, yet you are carrying such a treasure."
"As the saying goes, a common man is guilty of having a jade in his hands."
"Once your true origin is exposed, let alone these people, I even have reason to believe that even those on the top of the mountain will be alarmed..."
Ming Fang, who was following Lu Fan, nodded with deep understanding. As a local island monk, he naturally understood what Mr. Long said, but it was not exaggerated at all, and was even very subtle.
Moreover, Lu Fan's identity is also very special. He came to this island not to make a fortune, but to save people. Now that his identity is hidden, he is still safe.
If he really pushed himself to the forefront and let everyone know that he came to the island to save that woman, the situation would be unimaginable.
In fact, Lu Fan is now in an extremely embarrassing situation.