"However, this broken knife is just the head coach's thing!"
"No other meaning!"
"A mere broken knife was just a garbage that the head coach threw away after he used it in the Eurasian battlefield."
"I don't know what shameless guy, go to the battlefield to pick up this thing."
"And then I'll make something with this thing, can I go to the chief instructor to make a joke of asking?"
"Can you think about it with your toes?"
"Can you ask the chief instructor with a broken knife?"
"What kind of dream of Qingqiu!?"
"This thing can only be taken back to the house. After all, there are countless dead souls under this knife, which is a good thing."
"But, I see your little arms and legs. If you are injured by the evil spirit of this broken knife, you will be burping directly. Don't go to the chief instructor to mess with the slap!"
"I won't recognize it!"
Ye Hao's expression was indifferent. He had more things with him, so how could he really care about a broken knife?
I just made a bid, but I just didn't want this thing to fall into the hands of the imperial royal family of the Sun never set.
But now that Wu Mei Daoguan's butt is crooked, he doesn't mind anymore, so he just pointed out the so-called "value" of the broken knife.
Hearing Ye Hao's words, the audience looked at each other, and everyone felt a little unbelievable.
Just now, five Taoist temples have announced that this broken knife can be used as a token, so I will ask the chief instructor to make a condition.
But now Ye Hao said that this thing has no effect at all.
If Ye Hao said it casually, everyone would naturally not believe it.
But Ye Hao said it with a nose and eyes, but everyone believed it a little.
As Ye Hao said, if you cannot ask the chief instructor for this broken knife, then it will indeed only have collection value.
Although anything related to the head coach is priceless.
But the price of 4 billion yuan to exchange for a broken knife with only collection value is too high.
Hearing Ye Hao's words, Maria's whole body was slightly shocked, her expression was a little unbelievable.
At the backstage, the saint teacher Feixian was slightly stunned and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
A shocking look appeared on her pretty face like a banished immortal.
Because, someone really picked this thing up from the battlefield and sold it to five Taoist temples.
When that person was selling things, he said with confidence that this thing could be used as a token and made a request with the head coach.
Because the matter involved the chief instructor, Wumei Taoist temples could not verify it, so I could only believe it.
But if you think about it carefully at this moment, Ye Hao's words make a lot of sense.
How could a decent head coach meet other people’s requirements just because of a broken knife?
As for his identity, even if he wants to make a token, it cannot be a broken knife, right?
At this time, Maria finally reacted. She looked at Ye Hao with disgust for a moment before snorting coldly: "Whoever is surnamed Ye, don't talk nonsense here!"
"Do you know what the three words "head coach" represent?"
"Do you know how long this broken knife has been with the head coach?"
"If you know, you won't say these ignorant words!"
"With this broken knife, the chief coach is the one from our imperial family in the sun never sets!"
"You humble Daxia people, from now on, can only worship him!"
"I tell you, unless you can now provide evidence to prove that this thing is not the token of the head coach, I want you to kneel down and apologize to the head coach!"