"Hehe, hahaha, it's actually true!" The whole place was silent, with only Xiao Shitou's laughter echoing.
In fact, even Xiao Shitou himself didn't know that the scissors his grandfather asked him to sell had such power. Although he always believed in his grandfather's words, he could not imagine that the scissors that had not been fully opened could destroy Zi Ling's dagger.
Break.
You must know that the scissors in his hand are unremarkable, while Zi Ling's short knife is shining with golden light, and it is not ordinary at first glance. The more such contrast, the more excited he is.
"Wait a minute!"
Sisters Wanqing and Wanqing were afraid that a few people would cause trouble, so they wanted to step forward and pull the three little guys away, but were stopped by Zhong Zihao.
"Hmph, I still want to be our eldest sister. I can't even compare to other people's scissors." Xiao Caitou suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he pulled Qian Duoduo a few steps away from Zi Ling, with a look of disgust on his face.
Zi Ling was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, took out a dagger again, and said with a smile: "Little Shitou, your scissors are pretty good, let's compete again!"
This dagger is many levels stronger than the previous dagger. It is a real artifact. Zi Ling thinks that the scene just now was an accident. This time, she must regain her image as a big sister.
"Okay, let's compare!"
Little Shitou didn't think much about it. He easily broke the dagger with the scissors just now, which gave him endless confidence. He wanted to do this kind of limelight thing again and again.
Until this moment, the white-faced old man in the shop still had no reaction at all, and even his napping movements did not change.
The passers-by who were watching the scene were all attentive. They also wanted to figure out what was so strange about the scissors in Little Shitou's hand.
"Coming!"
Xiao Shitou took the initiative this time, pulled the scissors away with both hands, and cut hard towards the dagger in Zi Ling's hand.
Zi Ling did not dodge or evade, but also urged a trace of source power to flow into the dagger to increase its power. At the same time, she also wanted to carefully observe the details of Xiao Shitou's use of scissors.
"Dang... click!"
As expected, another crisp sound spread throughout the audience, and the dagger was split into two by the scissors in Little Shitou's hand.
Not only that, Zhong Zihao and others also noticed that the cut of the cut dagger was as smooth as jade, with no trace of man-made artifacts, as if it were made by nature.
The onlookers were greatly shocked, and suddenly discovered that this store was not as they had imagined before, and perhaps it really had its own uniqueness.
Of course, that was because they didn't know that the dagger used by Zi Ling was a legendary artifact, otherwise they wouldn't know how frightened they would be.
Xiao Caitou and Qian Duoduo rushed forward and each picked up half of the broken sword, marveling at it.
Zi Ling felt helpless, but she couldn't think of any solution for a moment. She had a lot of treasures on her body, but when it came to magic weapons, the highest level was mid-grade magic weapons, and there was no guarantee that they could compete with the scissors in Little Shitou's hands.
Zhong Zihao walked out from behind and patted Zi Ling's head to comfort her a little.
Then he looked at the child in front of him who was smaller than Zi Ling: "Little Shitou, can you show me this pair of scissors?"
"No!"
Little Shitou said proudly: "Grandpa and I set up a stall here. The scissors are only for sale. I will give you a piece of spiritual essence!"
Zhong Zihao laughed dumbly, and with a flash of silver light in his hand, he handed out a storage ring: "There are two spiritual essences in it. The one with more is given to you! Can you tell me where these scissors come from?"
"Really, let me see!"
Xiao Shitou was overjoyed and took the storage ring and looked at it for a long time: "You are lying. How can such a small ring hold so much spiritual essence?"
Zhong Zihao had no choice but to take out the two spiritual marrows himself. In an instant, the rich energy of heaven and earth swept across the city, causing quite a sensation.
"Hurry up and put it in, I can't carry so much!" Xiao Shitou danced with excitement.
After Zhong Zihao put the storage ring away and put it into Xiao Shitou's hand, he asked again: "Xiao Shitou, tell me, are these scissors yours?"
"Of course, these were made by my grandpa!" Xiao Shitou finally handed the scissors in his hand to Zhong Zihao, with a face full of joy, "How about it, isn't it awesome?"
"Well, your grandpa is amazing!"
Zhong Zihao praised it, then took the scissors and started thinking about it carefully.
"I want it too, I want to buy scissors too!"
On the other side, Zi Ling, Xiao Caitou, Qian Duoduo and others naturally would not miss such a good thing, and they all shouted.
Murong Wanlian moved lightly, took out several spiritual essences and exchanged them for a pair of scissors for each of them, which made them smile happily.
But Xiao Shitou had already known that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, and secretly praised his grandfather for his clever calculation. No wonder he got up early every day to set up a stall during this period. It turned out that he was waiting for this opportunity to make a fortune.
Today's harvest alone is enough for them to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime and live the life of a wealthy family.
This scene made the onlookers even more stunned. This group of people appeared from nowhere. They all looked extraordinary and beautiful, but they turned out to be a group of prodigal women!
Are they really willing to use their spiritual essence to buy scissors?
No matter how good the scissors are, even if they are made of gold or jade, they cannot be worth the value of spiritual essence, right?
What's more, they are secretly thinking, these stupid girls are so rich, should they find an opportunity to hijack them, and then they will gain both wealth and sex, wouldn't they suddenly turn over and become winners in life?
Zhong Zihao thought about it secretly for a long time, but he didn't find anything unusual on the scissors. No matter how you look at it, they are extremely ordinary. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to believe that scissors made of ordinary iron could easily cut off the artifact?
To be honest, he didn't even want to admit what Xiao Shitou said that a magic weapon of this level could be created by the white-faced old man inside.
What he was thinking at this moment was that if he could use this method to forge a killing weapon, wouldn't it be able to solve the problem of the astrological formation?
Once this thought arose, he could no longer hold it back. After pondering slightly, he took steps and walked slowly towards the inner hall of the shop.
Entering the inner hall, I saw the old man still lying on his back on the bamboo chair and shaking gently, half asleep and half awake.
Zhong Zihao came forward, clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Zhong Zihao, the younger generation, pays homage to my senior!"
"call……"
The old man was indifferent, but suddenly fell into a deeper sleep and started to snore.
"Senior, junior, do you have something to ask?"
Zhong Zihao said again, but the old man still didn't respond and could only stand aside and wait.
At this time, the scene outside the door became more and more lively. The magic of the scissors spread throughout the city in a short period of time. It was said that disciples from the big family were rushing back to prepare the spiritual essence.
This kind of impact can be caused only because Xiao Shitou said: These are the only few pairs of scissors left in the store, and there is nothing more.
In such a noisy environment, perhaps the white-faced old man had trouble sleeping and finally woke up gradually.
"Huh? Who are you?"
As soon as the white-faced old man opened his eyes, he saw the man in black robe standing quietly beside him and said in confusion.
"Back to seniors, junior Zhong Zihao would like to ask seniors whether the scissors sold by Little Stone were made by seniors?"
"So what?" The old man was slightly impatient and said, "Strictly speaking, I'm just a fortune teller!"