It is rare to find something missing. After all, in this rapidly developing society, counterfeit goods are getting higher and higher, and antiquities are becoming less and less. Chen Yufan never expected that he would encounter such a thing when he came to Taishan to participate in a sword debate.

He was not obsessed with antiques, but hearing the other party talk about ancient swords really made him a little interested.

People who learn martial arts always have some unique preferences for various magical weapons.

Slowly approaching, Chen Yufan glanced at the two parties in the dispute. The man who set up the street stall was a man in his fifties. He looked very slovenly and did not have any unique characteristics. His stall was filled with jade articles and ancient artifacts.

Sword. But it doesn’t look too eye-catching.

Ancient swords are almost all damaged unless they are famous swords and there is no systematic protection. In the antique business, the most unattractive things are ancient swords. Therefore, all the tattered items on the street stalls are

They are scraps of copper and scrap iron. Shangguan Qingxue pursed her red lips and said disdainfully: "These are scraps of scrap copper and scrap iron. Yu Fan doesn't want to look at them!"

As soon as Shangguan Qingxue said this, the stall owner immediately stopped and said: "Miss, if you don't understand the market, don't talk nonsense. These are antiques and good things!"

The stall owner was not rude, after all, Shangguan Qingxue was a person who didn't understand the market. For Chen Yufan, a young man who looked aristocratic and was interested in ancient swords, at first glance, he was a good guy. What is called a good guy.

They are people who are always deceived and spend their money wrongly.

There is no need for the stall owner to offend potential customers like Chen Yufan.

However, Chen Yufan pretended to be looking at the things on the stall, but his eyes had already glanced behind the stall owner. Behind the stall owner was a snakeskin bag. There should be some ancient swords in the bag. Chen Yufan smiled curiously and said: "Tan

Lord, do you want to buy the things behind you?"

In fact, Chen Yufan just asked tentatively, but the stall owner was stunned and said: "Haha, this little brother is a person who knows goods, but these things behind him are not for sale. They are only used to build a house when he goes back. Little brother.

Forgive me!"

Chen Yufan nodded and said nothing. After all, there is a saying in the antique world that Zhenzhai, but Chen Yufan laughed coldly in his heart.

The stall owner saw Chen Yufan squatting down and carefully looking at the antiquities on his stall. He couldn't help but become happy. He pointed at a broken jade sword and said: "Little brother, look at this. This is a good thing. It was from the Tang Dynasty.

Take a look at the sword of the swordsman Li Taibai, and see that it has the word Qinglian on it!"

The fat man who had just been arguing with the stall owner stopped seeing it and said, "Little brother, don't listen to his nonsense. Li Taibai's sword is all fake!"

The stall owner suddenly became angry and said: "Fat man, if you can't afford it, don't talk nonsense. What lies? These are genuine things. Huh, you can't even ask for such things!" The stall owner said flatteringly.

With a smile, he said to Chen Yufan: "Little brother, look at this again. This is the sword of Wudang leader Zhang Sanfeng. Look, there are two words "Jun Bao" on it?"

Chen Yufan gave a bitter laugh and still didn't say anything, but he said coldly in his heart: Junbao? It's a joke. Does the word "Junbao" mean Zhang Sanfeng's sword? And this thing looks like a modern imitation. He doesn't know it at all.

He didn't dare to be interested, but Chen Yufan's eyes caught something very strange.

Sword Qi, yes, sword Qi. There is also a murderous aura mixed in the sword Qi.

With such murderous intent, it must be a sword that has killed people, and this sword has definitely been on the battlefield. Finally, Chen Yufan pointed to the long sword on the side of the stall owner. It may not be called a long sword anymore, but a black piece.

It was almost like an iron rod, but the hilt could be seen vaguely. Chen Yufan smiled and said: "How can the stall owner sell this thing?"

The stall owner immediately smiled and said: "My little brother has really good eyesight. This is the sword of Qingyunzi, the head of Mount Tai!"

As he spoke, the stall owner deliberately lowered his voice and said, "It's definitely good stuff!"

Chen Yufan ignored the stall owner and said directly: "How much!"

The stall owner held out two fingers. Chen Yufan thought for a while and said: "Two thousand!"

The stall owner smiled mysteriously and said: "Little brother, you are joking, how can such a magical weapon be worth two thousand, twenty thousand!"

"Why didn't you go grab the money?" Murong Hai didn't understand these things, so he said harshly. He was really worried that Chen Yufan would be deceived by him.

The stall owner didn't care at all and said: "It's only 20,000, if you don't buy it, you can get it!"

Just when Chen Yufan was about to speak, there was suddenly a strong surge behind him, and someone dropped two piles of money and said: "Boss, here is 20,000 yuan, I want this!"

The stall owner chuckled and looked at Chen Yufan. Chen Yufan didn't even need to look back to know that this man was a stooge, but what made him sneer in his heart was that these two people would actually cooperate in such a play. He looked behind him silently.

People, even old Mr. Murong can see that this is a trap, but he can't raise his voice. This is the rule of the antique industry.

Yuwen Shaoqing said angrily to the big man behind him: "This is what we decided on first!" Although he didn't know what this black piece was, he knew that what Chen Yufan was interested in must be good, and let's talk about this.

It's Shandong Dao. He was bullied on his own territory. If word spread, Young Master Yuwen can't afford to lose face.

The big man said ruthlessly: "You made the decision first, but I gave you the money first!"

Chen Yufan laughed and said: "It seems that this big brother likes this thing very much, but he seems to have broken the rules!"

"Rules? It's a joke. Whoever gives you more money has the right to speak. Boy, if you have the ability, you can fight with me. I have a lot of money!"

As soon as the big man said this, Chen Yufan laughed. This is indeed a commonly used method for fishing. However, Chen Yufan ignored him and said with a smile: "I bought this for 20,000 yuan. I guess only rich people like the eldest brother would do it. I, the younger brother,

I don’t have much money, so forget it and give it to my eldest brother!”

The big man didn't expect Chen Yufan to say this. Young people are all fighting, but Chen Yufan didn't get angry with him at all, so there was no way to continue the play. I originally wanted to make more money, but it backfired unexpectedly.

People don't care about this stuff at all and won't fight with you.

The big man had no choice but to say in a very contemptuous tone: "Don't pretend to be an uncle if you don't have money!"

Murong Hai couldn't help but said fiercely: "You~~" He pulled Chen Yufan and said: "Brother Chen, I really don't believe that we don't have as much money as him. I can't say anything like this!"

Seeing that the real owner didn't pay enough, the people around him were very excited. The stall owner was also an old man waiting for the price bargaining to happen. But when he heard Chen Yufan's words, he almost vomited blood. Chen Yufan smiled and said: "Murong

Brother, this thing is just a piece of old scrap metal. I originally just wanted to put it in the kitchen and use it as a briquette tong, but it’s not worth it!"
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