"So cheap!"

As soon as Jiang Feng took out the sword, he suddenly heard someone scolding him behind him.

"Damn, you're so cheap!"

Jiang Feng didn't think about it and immediately scolded him.

At this time, the old man at the door reminded him in a low voice and said, "Young man, are you praising your sword as a good sword!"

"Ah?" Jiang Feng thought it was true.

Looking back, there was a girl in her early twenties standing behind her, wearing gorgeous clothes. She looked like a rich girl. The most important thing was that she was not bad, handsome and graceful.

However, at this moment, the girl was tense with her facial features and stared at herself angrily, her almond eyes widened, her eyebrows were raised, and she shouted: "Who are you scolding?"

Jiang Feng had an idea and said, "I didn't scold anyone! I told you the name of this golden sword, called 'Your Talent Sword'!"

"You are a sword?" the girl frowned.

"No, you are a sword!" Jiang Feng was serious.

"No!" the girl thought for a while and said, "What's the matter with the previous sentence "Damn it" in 'Your Sword'?"

"Well..." Jiang Feng said, "This is just an exclamation, similar to fucking, rubbing, drying, is it cold after buying it?"

The girl obviously rarely comes into contact with society, but was fooled by Jiang Feng's slut, and smiled and said, "Okay, I bought this sword of yours, how much does it cost?"

Jiang Feng couldn't expect to find the buyer so soon, but he hadn't figured out the price yet!

The girl couldn't wait and said, "100,000!"

"100,000?" Jiang Feng's heart moved, and he didn't expect that this sword was really worth a little money.

Seeing that Jiang Feng did not answer, the girl thought she had offered a low price and said, "Twenty-hundred thousand!"

"Twenty-hundred thousand?" Jiang Feng's voice increased by octave.

The girl frowned, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said, "One-price, 500,000, are you going to sell it?"

"Trade!" Jiang Feng was overjoyed and said, "Miss, good-looking girl. From now on, your sword will belong to you!"

The girl waved her hand, and someone brought the money box behind her.

The treasure appraisal conference only collects cash, so many buyers specially hire people to carry money boxes.

Jiang Feng thought he was going to make a fortune, but suddenly he saw a familiar person running over from a distance: "Sister Qi, wait for my Seventh Sister!"

The visitor is Zuo Yibai, a ninth-rank Onmyoji, and the best among the younger generation of the Zuo family.

However, last time he was in the Wu family compound, Jiang Feng severely dismissed him.

Seeing Jiang Feng, Zuo Yibai was stunned at first, and then he whispered something in the girl's ear.

After listening to it, the girl's face changed instantly, her figure flashed, and she came to Jiang Feng and went directly to grab the golden sword!

"Pay money with one hand and the other hand!" Jiang Feng reacted quickly and dodged sideways.

"Huh?" The girl looked surprised, and she didn't expect Jiang Feng to escape this.

Jiang Feng was still waiting to make money, and he was unwilling to break up with the other party, saying, "Hey, don't rob, give me the money!"

Zuo Xiaoqi snorted coldly and said, "I originally wanted to buy it, but now I suddenly don't think about it anymore! I, Zuo Xiaoqi, will not give you a cent to you. I advise you to hand it over to me!"

"Why?" Jiang Feng didn't quite understand.

Zuo Xiaoqi sneered and said, "We Zuo family is not easy to bully! If you kill the face of your ninth brother, you will kill the face of our Zuo family. I, Zuo Xiaoqi, said today that I will get back whatever I say!"

"Damn, robber logic, you are really mean!" Jiang Feng was a little angry.

Zuo Xiaoqi said: "Don't show off your verbal advantage! I'll give you two choices, either keep your sword or keep your life, you can choose the same one yourself!"

Jiang Feng held the sword in front and said confidently: "I will give you a hundred chances. If you can snatch it away, you will give it to you! But..."

"But what?"

"However, if you don't grab the sword within a hundred moves, I'll fight back!"

Although Zuo Xiaoqi was born in the Yin-Yang family of Zuo family, he liked to practice martial arts since childhood. At the age of seven, he was sent to the Kunlun School, the orthodox sect of martial arts cultivation by his family. For more than ten years, he went from an ordinary girl who knew nothing to the realm of a seventh-grade warrior.

Although Zuo Yibai is known as the leader of the younger generation of the Zuo family, he is only a ninth-grade Onmyoji after all, and he can only accept the disadvantage in front of his seventh sister.

Zuo Xiaoqi is so old and has never been despised like this before. He sneered: "No need for a hundred moves, within three moves, I will snatch the sword!" After that, he bullied himself again.

Zuo Xiaoqi firmly believed that Jiang Feng was evading that just now was just a coincidence. As long as he made up his mind, the other party would definitely not have such good luck.

But unexpectedly, my full-strength attack was easily dodged by the opponent.

"The first move!" Jiang Feng said with a smile. Even the ninth-grade martial saint could not withstand his attack in the air. What a seventh-grade warrior was simply a primary school student in his eyes.

Zuo Xiaoqi didn't believe in evil, so he continued to follow up the second move, but he still failed.

The third move, the fourth move, the fifth move...

In the blink of an eye, ninety moves passed. Not to mention swords, Zuo Xiaoqi didn't even touch Jiang Feng's hair!

Many people gathered around to watch the game. Zuo Xiaoqi became more and more anxious as he fought. His last move was almost knocked down by himself, losing face!

"One hundred moves have arrived, it's time for me to fight back!" Jiang Feng dodged for the last time, blinked at Zuo Xiaoqi, and said, "I just gave you a hundred moves. Next, I will touch you a hundred times, and we will be even!"

After saying that, he suddenly moved and came to Zuo Xiaoqi like a ghost, saying, "First time, I want to touch your butt!"

Zuo Xiaoqi never dreamed that Jiang Feng was so fast that he retreated in fear.

But what she didn't expect was that Jiang Feng's hand was waiting for her behind. As a result, she felt her butt tightened and she was actually touched by the other party!

"You... are arrogant, I want to kill you!" Zuo Xiaoqi couldn't bear it when he was touched in public. He pulled out his sword from his waist and stabbed Jiang Feng!

Jiang Feng remained motionless and smiled evilly, "The second time, I want to touch your thigh!" After saying that, he tilted his neck, avoided a sword, and at the same time he stretched his right hand down, pinched Zuo Xiaoqi's thigh, and said with an exaggerated look: "After that I am a martial arts practitioner, it feels good, and it is very elastic!"

Zuo Xiaoqi no longer dared to speak, for fear of being distracted. He was as quick as a sword and kept stabbing Jiang Feng!

But this was just in vain. She could only see a blurry figure flashing around her, but she couldn't touch the other person, and she was touched by the other person all over her body!

...

"The 98th time, touch your collarbone!"

"The ninth ninety-ninth time, touch your face!"

"One hundred times, touch your son!"

Jiang Feng kept talking, and his subordinates kept touching each other, and none of them were lost.

When Zuo Xiaoqi heard the last sentence, he was frightened!

If he really touched his breasts, and in front of so many people...

Zuo Xiaoqi dared not imagine and dared not attack again. He was so scared that he retreated.

The sword fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, but Zuo Xiaoqi did not dare to pick it up. He wrapped his hands tightly in front of his chest, looking cautious, thinking about how to touch it now.
Chapter completed!