Mr. Long, who is famous in the South China Sea Fairy Island and has a transcendent status, actually calls himself a brother to a low-level casual cultivator?
What does this mean?
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
"Mr. Long, I guess this junior is that you are highly respected and don't want to slap a low-level monk in the face in public and say this thing is rubbish, right?"
Bu Liu said proudly: "How about this, let me tell you..."
"Shut up!"
Mr. Long expressed his extreme displeasure at Bu Liu's repeated interruptions: "If these things are all rubbish, then your incomplete Five-Move Sword Technique is not even rubbish!"
boom!
When these words were spoken, it was like a dry land thunder, exploding directly in this huge auction hall.
Everyone in the explosion, including Bu Liu and the girl, looked dull and began to doubt their ears.
Bu Liu was even more stunned, his eyes widened, and his mind suddenly fell into extreme confusion.
Mr. Long ignored him. He looked at Lu Fan with an almost begging look: "Little brother, let's discuss it."
"Well, I don't know what Mr. Long wants to say?" Lu Fan asked curiously.
"To be honest, Brother Lu, when an old man reaches this age, although he has practiced the art of rejuvenation, he has only practiced the appearance and delayed his lifespan, which is far from true immortality."
"As for the so-called immortality, everyone knows it very well, but it is just a self-deception."
"Everything in heaven and earth has its own laws."
"Anything that breaks the laws of nature will be punished by God."
"And the reason why I did this is to survive and see something like that in my lifetime..."
"Isn't it just this sword?" Lu Fan said with a bitter smile.