MTL - Papa Paladin-Chapter 52 ignorance is not your fault

  Chapter 52 Ignorance is not your fault

   "Then how much do you sell these two swords for?"

   The one who offered 5,000 to buy Pippi just now was a young man dressed in a famous brand, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a Rolex green water ghost on his wrist.

  He was very unhappy with Zuo Yi's refusal, and he also thought that Zuo Yi was raising his own value like others, but he didn't increase the price, but instead asked about the price of the Inch Golden Sword.

  His face was half a smile but not a smile, and his tone was frivolous, obviously without any sincerity.

  Zuo Yi replied flatly: "One million is one million, two two is two million."

  His voice was not loud, but all the onlookers nearby could hear him clearly, and there was an uproar.

   "Two million?"

   "My God, did I hear you right?"

   "Is this poor and crazy?"

   "Two million? Hehe, it's just funny!"

   "Today is an eye-opener."

"Hahaha!"

  The rich second man laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward laughing until tears came out: "Two million, hahaha, I laughed so hard!"

  Zuo Yi didn't change his face, as if he didn't hear the ridicule from the other party at all.

  Does the elephant need to care about the clamor of ants?

   Not at all.

   Bao'er puffed up her cheeks, and secretly said to Pippi: "This is a villain!"

  Pippi nodded: "Bad guy, bad guy!"

  The rich second man who was labeled a villain by the little girl finally had enough of laughing. He wiped his tears and reached out to grab the Cun Jinjian: "It looks good, let me see how it's worth two million!"

  However, his hand was blocked by Zuo Yi: "My sword is very sharp, don't touch it if you are not a professional swordsman."

   With the sharpness of an inch-golden sword, it is easy to hurt your hands by scratching like this, and your fingers may be cut off if you are not careful!

  Zuo Yi was trying to dissuade him in good faith, but his words happened to hit the sore spot of this rich second man.

  The other party's face flushed instantly, and he withdrew his hand and said bitterly: "You are awesome!"

   Angrily, he turned around and separated from the crowd of onlookers, but he actually walked away.

  Zuo Yi reckoned that the matter was not over yet, but he didn't care at all, and continued to show off the Inch Gold Twin Swords.

  But he didn't let Pippi continue to yell, so as not to attract more people to watch - all of which would affect the order.

   The bustle was gone, and the crowd dispersed immediately, but there were still some people hovering in front of Zuo Yi's stall, pointing at the Inch Golden Sword or Pippi.

  Zuo Yi sat on the stool and took out a pack of Oreos for the little girl: "Let's have some snacks."

  He has a space ring in his hand, so it is really not too convenient to access items normally, as long as he is careful not to be discovered by others, it is not difficult to play Doraemon.

  Bo'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, and said vaguely: "Thank you Bao'er."

  Boa giggled.

  Pippi jumped on her shoulder: "Bao'er, Bao'er, I want it too!"

  Bo'er tilted her head and asked, "Pippi, can you eat Oreos?"

  Pippi boasted: "I can, I can eat anything!"

  Bao'er was dubious: "Okay."

  So she gave Pippi her second piece of Oreo, who stretched out his paws to grab it, and actually put on a difficult pose of a golden rooster independent, pecking happily.

   The third piece was given to Teck, the fourth piece was also given to Tek, the fifth piece was given to Tek again, and the sixth piece...

  In the blink of an eye, there was only the last piece left in Bao'er's hand—she couldn't feed it as fast as the foodie!

   Zuo Yi wanted to laugh when he saw it.

   "Brother..."

  At this moment, the male migrant worker from the stall next door sneaked his head over and asked Zuo Yi in a low voice, "Why don't you leave?"

  Zuo Yi wondered: "I haven't rented the time yet, why do I have to leave?"

  The male migrant worker looked around for a while, and continued to whisper: "I have seen that one just now, and he is not easy to mess with. I advise you to close the stall and leave quickly, so as not to be smashed."

   "Smash the stall?"

  Zuo Yi was surprised: "He dares to make trouble here and smash other people's stalls, so the market management office and security will not care?"

  The male migrant worker swallowed his saliva, and explained: "It's not really smashing, but it makes you lose face and continue to mess around here. It's very troublesome anyway, ah!"

  His face suddenly changed, he retracted his head and said, "Here we come!"

  The male migrant worker sat upright for a moment, pretending to have nothing to do with Zuo Yi.

  Zuo Yi turned his head to look, and saw a group of people just coming towards him, and the rich second man just now was among them!

  Fu Ernan's eyes met Zuo Yi's, and he immediately showed an expression of "you are dead".

   Zuo Yi ignored him, and his eyes quickly passed over the group of people.

Walking in the front was a tall man with sword eyebrows and bright eyes. He was wearing a navy blue sword uniform with a long sword at his waist. He stood out from the crowd no matter in his attire or temperament. Feel.

  Zuo Yi easily judged that this is a high-level professional swordsman!

  The Daxia Martial Arts Federation stipulates that professional swordsmen can freely buy and sell controlled Kaifeng swords after applying for a sword-holding certificate. However, if they want to wear a Kaifeng sword in public places, they need to apply for a saber certificate separately.

  It is not easy to apply for a sword certificate. Zuo Yi has a sword certificate but not a sword certificate.

  And the real professional swordsman must wear the front sword on his body, and the one with the non-front sword is called Cosplay.

  The aura that this tall man exuded while walking was like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, with a sharp aura that made others instinctively move out of the way for him.

   Without many years of immersion in kendo, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate such a temperament!

  Following the tall man were an elegant middle-aged man and a pretty girl. The latter looked at the tall man with admiration from time to time, obviously putting all his affection on him.

  Fu Ernan took a step behind, walked with several people who looked like followers, and went straight to Zuo Yi's booth.

   "Brother..."

  When the group came to Zuo Yi's booth, Fu Ernan immediately shouted, "This is it!"

  Zuo Yi crossed his arms and sat watching the other party perform.

  The tall man looked at the two inch-gold swords crossed on the wooden box with interest, and asked, "Boss, do you want to sell these two swords for two million?"

  Zuo Yi nodded: "That's right."

  The tall man asked again: "Can I get started?"

  Zuo Yi stretched out his hand to signal: "Please go ahead."

"thanks."

  The tall man bowed slightly politely, reached out and picked up an inch golden sword, and held it in his hand.

  The movements are very skilled and standard.

  Holding the sword in his hand, he constantly adjusted the angle of the grip, and then observed the bladed sword from different directions.

  The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the edge of the sword, the handle of the sword, and finally, he flicked his fingers on the spine of the sword.

   "It's a good sword..."

  The tall man nodded and said, "But without the imprint of a famous artist, isn't one million too expensive?"

  Exquisite swords cast by famous masters must have inscription marks on them. A considerable part of the value of a famous sword should be reflected in this mark, just like a brand logo.

  Zuo Yi's two bladed swords were originally marked, but they were directly erased by him during the transformation process.

  Theoretically speaking, the value will drop greatly.

  Zuo Yi said: "My sword is very sharp, it is worth the price."

   "How sharp is it?"

  The middle-aged man smiled and interjected: "No matter how sharp it is, it's not worth a million, right?"

  He looked at Zuo Yi with disdain, obviously treating Zuo Yi as a sensationalist.

   "Ignorance is not your fault..."

   Zuo Yi's words made the other party's face change. He pointed to the saber on the tall man and said, "Let's put it this way, it's easier to cut this sword with my sword than to cut vegetables."

  Zuo Yi said it lightly, and others heard it almost exploded!

   Too crazy, isn't it!

  The pretty girl who followed the tall man immediately jumped out, and said angrily: "What a big tone, do you know how much this saber is worth? Do you know which famous master forged it?"

"I have no idea."

  Zuo Yi shook his head honestly and said, "But it doesn't matter."

   "Then let's fight swords!"

  The pretty girl was so angry: "Brother, let him see how powerful your Qingfeng sword is!"

  The tall man was a little embarrassed, hesitantly said: "Is this not good?"

  He was actually instigated by the rich second man.

  But he is not the kind of person who is very proud and arrogant. He can't bear to lose face, and he cherishes his sword very much. He is really reluctant to take it out to compete with Zuo Yi's sword.

  Sword fighting is a competition of swords against swords, the most direct collision of swords and swords!

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