But the next second, his expression frozes on his face.

Because he saw that Mr. Long's eyes suddenly glared, and his lips instantly chapped: "This, this, this... This young man, may I, no, can I pick up this thing with my own hands and take a look?"

"Mr. Long, please feel free."

Lu Fan turned his head and looked at Maruko: "No problem."

"Just take it, it's not a good thing for instant noodles anyway."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Long took the initiative to stretch out his boring palm, his fingers trembling constantly, as if he was ejaculated.

At this moment.

Middle Earth.

Longhu Mountain is a top of Piaomiao Mountain covered by blinding tricks.

In the innate Taoist palace.

An old man with white hair and wearing a big red Taoist uniform was blushing, his eyes widened and stared fiercely at the Taoist monk kneeling in the first palace:

"Where are our Longhu Mountain swords?"

"Where is the sword?"

"Where did the sword go?????????"

The old man's voice was majestic, like a god, echoing in the huge innate Taoist Palace.

The Taoist monks kneeling on the ground were pale and could not look up at the old man in front of him who did not even show his face on weekdays.

"I, Longhu Mountain, the Mountain-Suppressing Divine Sword."

"Hang on that hill for thousands of years!"

"Killed countless demons and evil spirits! It is the founder of Longhu Mountain and the divine object of Zhang Ling and Zhang Tianshi's founder!"

"It is one of the three powerful tools to guard the dragon veins in today's world!"

"Once this object leaves the Longhu Mountain Town Spirit Vein, not to mention that this slutty array will disappear, these dozen Taoist palaces will appear in the eyes of the world and will cause shock to the world."

"And if the Sanqing Mountain, the Demon Locking Tower and Demon Suppressing Cave in Maoshan lose the power of the divine sword and let the demons and monsters escape, how should I explain to them?"

"Who is it!"

"Can you think of stealing that seemingly worn-out dagger, worthless and pricking sword?"

"Who is it!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...

"hiss!"

Mr. Long's palm had just touched the short sword, and his face changed and he hurriedly shrank his hand back.

Looking again, at the tip of the index finger, a hole was pierced at some point, and dripping blood was dripping onto the table.

"Ah? Mr. Long!"

"You, your hand?!"

Seeing this, everyone's faces changed drastically!

Mr. Long is known as the number one treasure appraiser on the Immortal Island.

His eyes and his hands are priceless!

Even Bu Liu's rare treasure just now, he just used a stick to provoke it, and never got it!

Then the thing Lu Fan gave him actually pierced Mr. Long's finger and bleeding as soon as he came up!

"Beast! I knew what kind of garbage you could have. After finding such a rag and hurting Mr. Long's hand, just this, you will not die ten thousand times!"

Seeing this, Bu Liu pointed his finger at Lu Fan and scolded him.

"Shut up, it's my own accident and it has nothing to do with this little friend!"

At this time, Mr. Long took the handkerchief handed by the girl, wiped the blood on his fingertips, and then continued to tremble and stretched out his hand carefully, and carefully went to get the dagger on the table again.

But a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes. He was not afraid that he would be stabbed by the dagger again, but was worried that his blood would stain the dagger and Lu Fan was going to cause trouble for him.
Chapter completed!