Mingkata stood aside, staring at the dagger in Mr. Long's hand more nervously than anyone else.
He felt that if he remembered correctly, he had seen this dagger before.
And he believed that most people on the island had seen it, but no one paid as much attention to it as he did.
He still remembered that he had just entered cultivation, and like all the young monks on the island, he entered that peak for the first and only time in his life, and when he read out the oath in that huge square, he saw the huge stone mural statue.
This short sword appeared in the movie!
Exactly the same!
In the stone mural statue, this dagger is hung under the door plaque of a huge palace with white smoke curling up like a fairyland.
Outside the door plaque, countless demons and ghosts seemed to be rushing into the hall to fight with them.
But they were all suppressed by this little dagger!
When he saw this scene, he was shocked.
Why does a little-known and seemingly ordinary dagger have such a shocking power?
The pictures on the stone wall often appeared in his dreams and have not disappeared for more than ten years.
So when a dagger that was exactly the same as the one on the stone mural appeared in reality, how shocked Minggata must have been.
He was waiting for an authoritative answer to appear from Mr. Long.
Mr. Long admired the dagger over and over again, sometimes closing his eyes, holding the dagger in his hand, putting it to the tip of his nose, and smelling it gently.
"What a strange smell..."
The dagger exuded a strange smell that entered Mr. Long's nose.
"Chili, green pepper, and beef?"
"Is it because you have been practicing Tong Zi Kung recently and eating relatively light food that you have a problem with your nose?"
A full ten minutes have passed, and Mr. Long is still admiring it. He seems to be fascinated.
"Ahem! That's okay, Mr. Long, isn't this thing too rubbish? You are highly respected and can't point it out in front of so many people, so you don't want to say it out loud?"
Bu Liu asked tentatively: "It doesn't matter. What good things can a low-level casual cultivator do, but they are just here to fool people..."
The girl also frowned slightly. She was often with Mr. Long. With Mr. Long’s age, experience and eyesight, in the past five years, almost every time he appraised treasures, Mr. Long would accurately identify the treasure in a very short period of time.
Evaluate the origin and value of the treasure.
Rarely has it taken such a long time like today, without saying a word or making any comments.
"Why does this dagger look familiar to me?"
"And based on my understanding of Mr. Long, the gaffe he showed just now is definitely not because this thing is worthless. What on earth could make Mr. Long in such a state?"
"This dagger seems to be exuding a very strange power."
"This power is very familiar. It feels like it is in the same vein as the Taoism of my fairy island, and is even more refined, and goes back to ancient times..."
"However, if the value of this thing is not as good as that of Buliu, then if Buliu can get a sword art worth one hundred high-grade spiritual stones this time, he will definitely be greatly rewarded when he returns to the family. Even he is thinking about it.
I am afraid that the control of this island will also be handed over to him."
Just when the girl was deep in thought, Mr. Long suddenly placed the dagger flat on the table, and then looked at Lu Fan with feverish eyes, "Little brother, can we discuss this?"
