"That means you lose. Kneel down and kowtow. You don't have to scream, grandpa. I don't have an unworthy descendant like you." Lu Fan smiled jokingly at Bu Liu.
"ah!!!!!!"
"No!!!!!"
Bu Liu suddenly screamed: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How can you, a low-level and humble cultivator, surpass me with a broken sword?"
"I don't believe it!"
"I don't accept it either!"
Hearing Bu Liu's hoarse roar, a look of anger flashed across Mr. Long's face: "Why, you don't accept it? Are you doubting Lao Chan's character or his eyesight?"
"Haha, you are a descendant of the Bu family. Even if the elders of your Bu family saw me, they would never doubt me. Today, you..."
His voice suddenly became very deep: "Do you want to smash the old man's sign in front of so many people?"
"Sixth brother, please be careful what you say!"
The girl, with a slightly outgoing attitude, scolded dissatisfied.
The two old slaves behind Bu Liu were also frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Young Master, you can't say such nonsense."
"No, no, it's not that this junior doubts Mr. Long, it's just that this junior is really dissatisfied!"
Bu Liu growled in a low voice: "Mr. Long, you never told the origin of this dagger or its value. You just made a judgment directly. This junior is really dissatisfied..."
Not only Bu Liu, but also many people present were puzzled. After all, the dagger looked too rough and had no outstanding features at all.
Why should the well-informed Mr. Long have to risk himself like this?
"All right."
Mr. Long reluctantly returned the dagger to Lu Fan.
This made Lu Fan have some affection for this old man.