Lao Tzu is Hades

"So cheap!"

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

"Damn, you are cheap!"

Jiang Feng didn't even think about it, and then cursed back.

At this moment, the old janitor reminded in a low voice, "Young man, people praise you that this sword is a good sword!"

"Huh?" Jiang Feng thought about it.

Looking back, there was a young girl in her early twenties standing behind her, wearing a gorgeous dress, she looked like a rich girl, the most important thing was that she was not bad, looked handsome, and was slim.

However, at this moment, the girl tensed her facial features and stared at herself angrily, her apricot eyes widened, her willow eyebrows erect, and she yelled, "Who are you scolding?"

Jiang Feng had an idea, and said: "I didn't scold anyone! I was telling you the name of this golden sword. It's called'You Caijian'!"

"You are the sword?" The girl frowned.

"Yes, you are the sword!" Jiang Feng was serious.

"No!" The girl thought for a while, and then said, "What's the matter with the phrase'Damn' before'You Caijian'?"

"Well..." Jiang Feng said, "This is just an interjection, similar to fuck, fuck, wipe, dry, is it cold?"

The girl obviously has little contact with society, but was fooled by Jiang Feng's three-inch tongue, showing a smile, and said: "Okay, this is your sword. How much did I buy?"

Jiang Feng couldn't think of finding a buyer so soon, but he hasn't figured out the price yet!

The girl couldn't wait any longer and said, "One hundred thousand!"

"One hundred thousand?" Jiang Feng's heart moved, and he couldn't think that this sword was really worth some money.

Seeing that Jiang Feng didn't answer, the girl thought she had offered a low price, and said, "Two hundred thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand?" Jiang Feng's voice raised eight degrees.

The girl frowned, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said: "A price of 500,000 yuan, are you selling it?"

"Deal!" Jiang Feng was overjoyed and said, "The girl has a good vision, from now on, you will belong to you!"

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

The Appreciation Conference only accepts cash, so many buyers hire people to carry money boxes.

Jiang Feng thought he was going to make a lot of money. At this moment, he saw a familiar person running from a distance: "Seventh sister, wait for my seventh sister!"

Coming from Zuo Yibai, the Ninth Grade Onmyoji, the outstanding young generation of Zuo family.

However, the last time he was in the Wu family compound, he was ruthlessly refuted by Jiang Feng.

Seeing Jiang Feng, Zuo Yibai was taken aback for a moment, and then whispered something in the girl's ear.

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

"Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand!" Jiang Feng reacted quickly, avoiding him sideways.

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

Jiang Feng was still waiting to make money. He didn't want to tear his face with the other party and said, "Hey, don't grab it, give me the money!"

The girl snorted coldly, and said: "I originally wanted to buy it, but now, I suddenly don't want to! This sword, my Zuo Xiaoqi will not give you a cent, I advise you to hand it over to me!"

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

Zuo Xiaoqi sneered and said: "How can our Zuo family be bullied! You killed Jiu brother's face, you killed our Zuo family's face, this place, I will ask Zuo Xiaoqi what I said today!"

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

Zuo Xiaoqi said: "Don't take advantage of your tongue! Give you two choices, either keep the sword or keep your life, you can choose the same!"

Jiang Feng held the sword in front, believing in his face: "I'll give you a hundred opportunities, if you can take it away, this sword will be given to you! But..."

"But what?"

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

Although Zuo Xiaoqi was born in the yin and yang family of Zuo’s family, he likes to practice martial arts since he was a child. When he was seven years old, he was sent by his family to Wuxiu’s orthodox school—Kunlun School. , Repaired to the realm of the seventh rank martial artist.

Although Zuo Yibai is hailed as the leader of the young generation of the Zuo family, he is only a Ninth-Rank Onmyoji after all, and in front of his seventh sister, he can only bow down.

Zuo Xiaoqi grew up so big that he had never been looked down upon like this before, and sneered: "Without a hundred moves, within three moves, I will grab the sword!" After speaking, he bullied himself up again.

Zuo Xiaoqi was convinced that it was just a coincidence that Jiang Feng just avoided that, as long as he concentrates on himself, the other party must have no such good luck.

But what I didn't expect was that the opponent would easily dodge his own full blow this time.

"The first trick!" Jiang Feng said with a smile, and the Ninth-Rank Martial Saint couldn't withstand his volley blow. Any 7th-Rank martial artist was simply a primary school student in his eyes.

Zuo Xiaoqi didn't believe in evil, and the second move continued to follow up, but he was helpless.

The third, fourth, fifth...

In the blink of an eye, ninety moves passed, let alone the sword, Zuo Xiaoqi didn't even touch Jiang Feng's hair!

A lot of people gathered around to watch the battle. Zuo Xiaoqi became more and more anxious when he fought, and was almost knocked down by himself in the last move, and he lost face!

"A hundred tricks have arrived, I should fight back!" Jiang Feng avoided one last time, blinked at Zuo Xiaoqi, and said, "I just gave you a hundred tricks. Next, I will touch you a hundred times, both of us. Even if it's even!"

After speaking, he moved quickly and came to Zuo Xiaoqi like a ghost and said: "The first time, I want to touch your ass!"

Zuo Xiaoqi couldn't imagine that Jiang Feng was so fast that he backed away in shock.

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

"You... presumptuous, I'm going to kill you!" Zuo Xiaoqi couldn't bear it when someone touched his ass in public, pulled out the saber around his waist, and stabbed Jiang Feng!

Jiang Feng didn't move, and smiled evilly: "The second time, I want to touch your thigh!" After speaking, his neck crooked, and he avoided a sword. At the same time, he leaned his right hand down and pinched the thigh of the left small seventh. One hand, with an exaggerated expression on his face: "Is it a martial artist? It feels good and flexible!"

Zuo Xiaoqi didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear of being distracted, a sword was like a sword, and he kept stabbing Jiang Feng!

But this was just futile, stabbing, she could only see a vague figure flashing around, that was, she couldn't touch the opponent, and she was touched all over her body by the opponent!

...

"Ninety-eighth, touch your collarbone!"

"Ninety-ninth time, touch your face!"

"One hundred times, touch you Naiko!"

Jiang Feng kept talking, and his subordinates kept touching, and none of them failed.

At the last sentence, Zuo Xiaoqi was terrified!

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

Zuo Xiaoqi didn't dare to imagine, he didn't dare to attack anymore, so he retreated in fright.

The saber fell to the ground with a loud cry, but Zuo Xiaoqi didn't dare to pick it up, with his hands tightly wrapped around his chest, his face looked alert, thinking about how you would touch it.