"Then how much are you selling these two swords for?"
The one who wanted to buy Pipi for five thousand was a young man. He was dressed from head to toe in branded clothes, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a Rolex on his wrist. He looked like a rich second generation.
He was very unhappy with Zuo Yi's rejection. Like the others, he also thought that Zuo Yi was raising his own price. However, he did not increase the price. Instead, he asked about the price of the Inch Golden Sword.
He had a faint smile on his face and his tone was frivolous. It was obvious that he did not have any sincerity.
Zuo Yi replied indifferently, "One million for one, two million for two."
His voice wasn't loud, but all the people nearby heard it clearly. Suddenly, there was an uproar.
"Two million?"
"Oh my god, did I hear wrong?"
"Has he gone mad from poverty?"
"Two million? Haha, what a joke! "
"Today is an eye-opener."
"Hahaha!"
The rich second man laughed and laughed until tears came out. "Two million, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"
Zuo Yi did not change his expression, as if he did not hear the ridicule from the other party.
Did an elephant need to care about the clamor of ants?
Not at all.
The Bao'er puffed up her cheeks and secretly said to Pipi, "This is a bad guy!"
Pipi nodded. "Bad guy, bad guy!"
The rich second man who was labeled a bad guy by the little girl finally stopped laughing. He wiped his tears and reached out to grab the Inch Golden Sword. "It looks good. Let me see how it is worth two million!"
However, his hand was blocked by Zuo Yi. "My sword is very sharp. If you are not a professional swordsman, don't touch it."
With the sharpness of the Inch Golden Sword, it was easy to hurt your hand by randomly grabbing it. It was possible that your finger would be cut off!
Zuo Yi was trying to persuade him out of goodwill, but his words happened to poke at the rich second man's sore spot.
The other party's face instantly turned red. He retracted his hand and said angrily, "You are awesome!"
He angrily turned around and parted the crowd of onlookers. He actually walked away.
Zuo Yi guessed that this matter was not over, but he did not care at all and continued to display the Inch Golden Dual Swords.
However, he did not let the Pipi continue to shout, so as not to attract more onlookers — it would affect the order.
Without the excitement, the crowd immediately dispersed, but there were still some people lingering in front of Zuo Yi's stall, pointing at the Inch Golden Sword or the Pipi.
Zuo Yi sat on the stool and took out a pack of Oreos for the little girl. "Have some snacks."
With the Space Ring in his hand, it was very convenient for him to store and retrieve items. As long as he was careful not to be discovered by others, it was not difficult for him to act as Doraemon.
Bao'er took the Oreo and said sweetly, "Thank you, Dad."
She picked up an Oreo and handed it to Zuo Yi. "Dad, you eat too."
"Yeah."
Zuo Yi opened his mouth and bit it, saying vaguely, "Thank you, Bo'er."
Bao'er giggled.
Pipi jumped on her shoulder. "Bo'er, Bo'er, I want one too!"
Bao'er tilted her head and asked, "Pipi, can you eat Oreos?"
Pipi bragged. "Yes, yes, I can eat anything!"
Bao'er was skeptical. "Okay."
So she gave the second Oreo to Pipi. The latter stretched out its paw and grabbed it, and actually made a difficult golden rooster posture and happily pecked at it.
The third Oreo was given to Teck, the fourth to Teck, the fifth to Teck, and the sixth …
In the blink of an eye, there was only one Oreo left in Bao'er's hand — her feeding speed was not as fast as Gourmet Tai's eating speed!
Zuo Yi wanted to laugh.
"Brother …"
At this moment, the migrant worker from the next stall sneaked his head over and whispered to Zuo Yi, "Why are you still here?"
Zuo Yi was puzzled. "It's not time for me to rent the stall. Why should we leave?"
The migrant worker looked around and continued in a low voice, "I've seen that person just now. He's not someone to be trifled with. I advise you to pack up and leave quickly, or else your stall will be smashed."
"Smashed?"
Zuo Yi was surprised. "If he dares to cause trouble here and smash other people's stalls, won't the market management and security do anything about it?"
The migrant worker swallowed his saliva and explained, "They won't really smash your stall. They just want to make you lose face and continue working here. Anyway, it's very troublesome. Ah!"
His expression suddenly changed, and he retracted his head and said, "They're here!"
The migrant worker immediately sat up straight and looked straight ahead, as if he had nothing to do with Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi turned his head and saw a group of people walking towards him. The rich man from before was among them!
The rich man's eyes met with Zuo Yi's and immediately revealed an expression that said, "You're dead meat".
Zuo Yi did not pay attention to him. His gaze quickly swept past this group of people.
Walking at the front was a tall man with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome face. He wore a navy blue blademaster robe with a long sword at his waist. Whether it was his attire or his temperament, he gave off the feeling of a crane among chickens.
Zuo Yi could easily tell that he was an advanced professional swordsman!
Da Xia's Martial Arts Union stipulated that professional swordsmen could freely buy and sell regulated open-edged swords after applying for a sword license. However, if they wanted to wear open-edged swords in public, they needed to apply for a sword license.
A sword license was not easy to apply for. Zuo Yi had a sword license, but he did not have a sword license.
As for a real professional swordsman, they would definitely wear open-edged swords. Wearing an edgeless sword was called cosplay.
The aura this tall man exuded as he walked was like an unsheathed sword. It had a sharp aura that made people instinctively make way for him.
Without years of immersion in the way of the sword, it was impossible to cultivate such an aura!
Beside the tall man was an elegant middle-aged man and a pretty young girl. The latter looked at the tall man with admiration from time to time. It was obvious that she had placed all her affections on the tall man.
The rich man was a step behind. He walked with a few people who looked like followers and headed straight for Zuo Yi's stall.
"Eldest Senior Brother …"
When the group of people came to Zuo Yi's stall, the rich man immediately shouted, "It's here!"
Zuo Yi crossed his arms and sat there to see how the other party would perform.
The tall man looked with interest at the two golden swords that were crossed on the wooden box. He asked, "Boss, are you selling these two swords for two million?"
Zuo Yi nodded. "That's right."
The tall man asked again, "May I ask if you can try?"
Zuo Yi gestured with his hand. "Go ahead."
"Thank you."
The tall man bowed politely and reached out to take the Inch Golden Sword, holding it in his hand.
His movements were very skilled and standard.
Holding the sword in his hand, he constantly adjusted the angle of his grip and then observed the sword from different directions.
The tip of the sword, the body, the edge, the hilt, and finally, he bent his finger and flicked the ridge of the sword.
"It's a good sword …"
The tall man nodded and said, "But it doesn't have a famous mark. Isn't one million too expensive?"
A high-quality sword made by a famous master must have an inscription mark. A considerable part of the value of a famous sword was reflected in this mark, just like a brand logo.
Zuo Yi's two swords originally had an inscription mark, but he had erased it during the modification process.
In theory, the value had greatly decreased.
Zuo Yi said, "My sword is very sharp. It's worth the price."
"How sharp is it?"
The middle-aged man smiled and interrupted, "No matter how sharp it is, it's not worth one million, right?"
He looked at Zuo Yi with disdain in his eyes. Clearly, he thought that Zuo Yi was just trying to play to the gallery.
"It's not your fault that you're ignorant …"
Zuo Yi's words made the other party's expression change. He pointed at the sword on the tall man's body and said, "Let's put it this way. It's easier for my sword to cut this sword than it is for me to cut vegetables."
Zuo Yi said it casually, but the others were about to explode!
Wasn't he too arrogant?
The pretty girl next to the tall man immediately jumped out and said angrily, "What a big tone. Do you know how much my senior brother's sword is worth? Do you know which famous master made it? "
"I don't know."
Zuo Yi shook his head honestly and said, "But that's not important."
"Then let's fight!"
The pretty girl was so angry that smoke was coming out of her seven orifices. "Senior brother, let him see the power of your Qingfeng sword!"
The tall man was a little embarrassed. He hesitated and said, "That's not good, right?"
He was actually instigated by the second rich man.
But he was not a very arrogant person. He could not tolerate being humiliated, and he cherished his sword very much. He really could not bear to take it out to fight with Zuo Yi's sword.
Sword fighting was a competition between swords. It was the most direct collision between swords!
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