"Who dares to go to the market with the third master? Malier stood up and let the master look at him!" the black faced man immediately became angry.

As soon as the crowd retreated, one person emerged.

This man is a middle-aged uncle. He is dressed in white cloth clothes and black cloth shoes. He looks very clean and refreshing. He doesn't look like a monk. He has no ring scar on his head, but he has a bald head.

Ordinary people are bald and somewhat abrupt and funny, but this person makes everyone have no such impression, just because his eyes are unusually bright and mild.

He stood there without any unexpected momentum, which was to make people unconsciously feel quiet and warm and towering.

Hua Lanting and others were slightly surprised.

Just now, this person was not visible in the crowd. He couldn't be found without special observation, and his birth shape and unique temperament immediately overflowed.

The uncle has some Taoist skills.

The middleman smiled, his tone was neither light nor heavy, his speed was not slow nor urgent, and his voice was soft and pleasant: "young master, haven't you finally concluded a deal? I'm sorry to make you feel abrupt when I bid, but there's nothing wrong with it. Please forgive me."

"Excuse me? The third master will see that you have a bright head, but it is likely that you will fall to the ground soon!"

Obviously, the black third childe is not inspired by uncle's temperament.

On the contrary, the third young lady next to him took a bold step forward when she saw that the uncle was shining with little stars. She pulled away the black third childe and said softly:

"Uncle, do you want these three things? Tell me if you want them. If you don't tell me how I know, I don't know how to help you? If I don't help you, how can we know each other? Do you say..."

The middle-aged man said slowly: "well, I think the logic should be like this. Because we don't know each other, I can't tell you in advance. Girl, do you mean you want to help me? That's no objection to my buying 500 spirit stones?"

The third lady said with a smile on her hips, "originally, there was no opinion. Later, people thought, uncle, you can't go after you buy it. Don't we know each other? So I gave a thousand spirit stones."

The black third childe jumped out again: "no! What the third master ate, there's no reason to spit out! Boys, go up and kill him for me!"

For the black third childe, women are very important. It is more important to curry favor with the third young lady, but he is used to being domineering and overbearing. Combined, the two are not as important as his face.

The guards behind him immediately surrounded him.

The ordinary people who watched the excitement around shouted and withdrew from the distance. The whisper just now turned into a loud noise.

Now hualanting heard what they were saying.

The third son of Hei, named Ma Bufan, is the third son of the Ma family, one of the three forces in Yuanyang city.

Ma Sanjin, the contemporary master of the Ma family, has three sons. The old marijuana is very annoying, and the second is very annoying. In addition, Ma Sanye, the son of Ma Sanjin, heard that Ma Sanjin just got old recently, and was named Ma fan.

The three young ladies are the daughters of the Xu family among the three forces. Xu Kai, the owner of the Xu family, has the eldest son Xu Wucuo, the second son Xu Wumu and the youngest daughter Xu Wucuo.

These are the materials that Shang brocade told them yesterday. I didn't expect to use them today.

As soon as the owner walking sideways in Yuanyang city was tired of fighting with others, the equally arrogant third Miss Xu family was also involved. Even the diners around hualanting were coaxed away one by one, leaving only their table and a lonely young man.

The middle-aged uncle didn't seem to see the guard coming up. He was still discussing with Xu Wucuo: "girl, I don't think so. In fact, I'm not interested in all three items. I only like the purple gold bowl inside. Please sum up with the black faced childe to see how many spirit stones can be given to me."

As soon as he said this, he was numb and didn't feel much. Xu Wucuo listened, but his face stagnated.

Others don't know. She's like a mirror in her heart.

Where did she like the design and color of a large coarse porcelain bowl? She also paid attention to the purple gold bowl.

Xu Wucuo has a family background and is very proficient in Jianbao.

Now she doesn't know what's good about this purple gold bowl and how valuable it is, but with her capture of its breath and some other clues, as well as her intuition of identifying spiritual tools and magic weapons for many years, she concludes that the purple gold bowl must be special.

As for beating around the Bush and avoiding the important and taking the easy, using a large coarse porcelain bowl with a purple gold bowl is just an ordinary shopping skill. Most women are born with this, which has nothing to do with the Xu family's business training for their children.

She just didn't know whether the uncle saw through his own technique or really understood the value of purple gold bowl.

In this stupefied time, the Ma family had attacked.

There was no movement of the middle-aged man. If there were invisible waves in front of him, the guards were pushed out stumbled.

Ma Bufan yelled, showed a long handle saber, held it in both hands and held it high to the sky.

I don't know whether his Sabre technique should be prepared first or whether Ma xiaosan'er acted without taboo. As soon as his Sabre stood up, the sabre Qi formed by his spiritual power dispersed. The sabre Qi rushed to the sky and swung back, and the sabre Qi would spread to the terrace of the restaurant where they sat in hualanting.

Look at this momentum. Before concentrating and splitting, the terrace is bound to be divided into two. Numbness and carelessness will lead to building collapse and personal injury.

Before the disciples of Vientiane sect took action, the middle-aged man took one step, and then came to the front and lower part of the terrace first. He turned his hand, took out a long stick, put it under his armpit, and brushed it. The knife Qi disappeared.

Hua Lanting and others were restless and jumped downstairs one after another.

Numb Bufan's offensive was frustrated, but although he was a dandy, he was not a straw bag. Unlike ordinary childe's wine bag, he twisted his body at the wrong step, and a powerful knife still chopped it down.

The middle-aged bald uncle gently lifted the staff. The two weapons didn't collide. The numb saber had already taken off and flew away.

"Good Kung Fu, beautiful!" Xu Wucuo applauded.

Ma Bufan's black face turns red. As the first villain in Yuanyang with two brushes, Ma Bufan is not scared to flee.

It is not yet time for those who know current affairs to be heroes.

He can't do it himself. He still has a large number of servants. Servants can't do it. He also has an expert in secret protection. If the expert still counsels, he has two brothers and his father Ma Sanjin. At the moment, some servants must have tipped off his brothers who spoil him.

With a gesture, two porters sitting on the street dressed up secretly accompanied the guard. Suddenly, they jumped up and attacked uncle white cloth and black cloth shoes from behind.

They were watching the battle behind hualanting. The two porters were equally domineering and rushed out from both sides. The spirit force and strong wind brought by them were like knives and swords. Ordinary people would not die or hurt.

The man in white just helped them to avoid the destruction of the terrace. Now the porter has to hurt the innocent. Hua Lanting and Lin Xian startled their clothes and did the same, so they lifted them out.

At this time, I suddenly heard a cry: "stop it!"

A man in Tsing Yi walked into the field. It was the young man who didn't walk on the terrace with them.

The young man had small eyes, a pair of thick black sword eyebrows flying obliquely, and a large folding fan in his hand. One side was painted with Jinsong on the white, and the other side was painted with white crane on the black. After shaking in three times and two times, he first said to Ma Bufan, "Ma saner, it's none of your business here", and then faced the middle-aged uncle.

"Big brother", cried Xu Wucuo.

This person is the Xu family who is waiting for her to have dinner upstairs. Xu Wuzhao is famous for his resourcefulness among the young people in Yuanyang city. He seldom suffers losses.

Just listen to Xu Wuxie said, "may I ask your friend's name?"

"Little surname Ling, Ling Yanshu".

"It's brother Ling. You know, this is not an auction house. The goods are not bought by the high price. She Mei has negotiated the price with the stall owner. Please give up your love."

Before Ling Yanshu answered, Lin Xian was surprised and said, "no, the goods and Lingshi have not been delivered and the transaction has not been completed. Others naturally have the right to bid. If you don't believe it, ask the stall owner who is willing to sell it to."

As usual, Lin Xianjing may not rush to get involved in unfamiliar places and fight against injustice. Since he is from the Xu family and the Ma family, the situation is different. He can take the opportunity to stretch each other's weight.

Xu Wujiu gave Lin Xian a startled look: "I advise you to mind your own business so as not to cause trouble. I only talk to the master."

Ling Yanshu's attitude was very firm, but he was still not impatient and said, "I have a great affinity with this purple gold bowl and I want to get it. If so, how many spirit stones? What do you think I bought it from your sister?"

"I won't sell unless you come with me," Xu Wucuo replied with a smile.

Lin Xianjing said, "it's said that the Xu family is also a businessman. First they force to buy goods, and then they force important people. It's inappropriate to be in public."

Xu Wuxie glanced at Lin Xian again, took two steps, picked up the three wrapped things and opened them.

The bowl is a Buddhist item. The breath contained in it is not ordinary, but he didn't see where the purple gold bowl is precious.

After thinking about it, Xu Wuqiu ignored Lin Xianjing and said to Ling Yanshu, "why don't you give the bowl to brother Ling, but brother Ling wants to exchange the long stick in your hand, okay?"

Xu Wuqiu has a great strategy. He is taking progress as retreat.

Ling Yanshu's stick is ordinary, but he can see that it is a good spirit tool. If the other party is willing to change the bowl that can't be sure of its value, he won't suffer a loss. If he isn't willing, there's an excuse, and the bowl won't be taken away.

In addition, the Xu family manages spirit tools and magic weapons. They have the ability to leave an imperceptible smell on the items. Even if Ling Yanshu agrees to exchange, they don't worry that they can't find him in Yuanyang city. If they don't succeed by coincidence, they can also seize the dark struggle. In short, whether things are good or bad, if they pass the hands of the Xu family, they must obtain the greatest benefits.

In the twinkling of an eye, Xu Wuxie thought clearly about how to deal with this matter, and he couldn't leave many strong buy and sell reviews.

Lin Xianjing was about to stop it. Ling Yanshu had already handed over the stick and simply agreed with action. Now Lin Xianjing couldn't say anything.

When the goods were sold, Ling Yanshu said to Lin Xianjing, "thank you for your support, but the bowl is very important to me. I'm sorry to disappoint your kindness. I'll see you later."

Lin Xianjing met his opponent this time and didn't fully achieve his goal.

After Ling Yanshu left, Xu Wuqiu looked at Lin Xianjing with a smile: "friend, it's better to do less than more. You've been stabbing me three times. Do you have a problem with my Xu family?"

Lin Xianjing felt that he had suffered a small dark loss, and then replied, "ha ha, I've always heard that Xu shaoduo is wise, and I admire him."

"We met by chance. We can't talk about opinions. There is one suggestion. It's true that small losses take advantage of big gains. How do you know that the bowl is not priceless? We should take a long-term view. It's not wise to be penny wise."

"Ha ha", Xu Wujiu folded the fan together, "brother's words and people are very interesting. Xu was taught".

He said: "look at what you did just now. It's also a cultivation. Three days later, it coincides with the opening of the" gathering of heroes "conference in Yuanyang city. Since you are so willing to stand out, you might as well have a competition together. What do you think?"

Lin Xianjing hasn't heard of this activity, but Xu Wuqiu opened his mouth and happened to have further contact. At the same time, he was also an experience, so he agreed: "really? It sounds very interesting. There's nothing left or right. After that three days, I'll see you all."

Xu Wuxie wants to teach the meddlesome Lin Xianjing group in public. Lin Xianjing wants to help Shang Jinshu touch the bottom of the Xu family. It's going to be a show, with a gathering of heroes!