Avenue Stowaway

Watching the manager of Qiankun Pavilion leave quickly, Jiang Mengchen and the middle-aged cultivator looked at each other. The middle-aged cultivator had a helpless look on his face, while Jiang Mengchen smiled slightly with a hint of pride in his eyes.

At this time, the benefits of having a strong family background are reflected.

"Senior!" Jiang Mengchen shouted, and Kong Fang turned around and looked at him.

Jiang Mengchen said very respectfully: "If you want that Mist Hidden Flower, I can ask the Jiang family's strong men to discuss with the elders of the Qiankun Sect behind the Qiankun Pavilion. I think we can get the Mist Hidden Flower at a more suitable price. Then you don't have to compete with others at the auction."

The middle-aged cultivator smiled bitterly in his heart. He also wanted to help in order to win Kong Fang's favor, but apart from his own strength, he had no powerful family to support him. In this respect, he was no match for Jiang Mengchen.

Kong Fang looked at Jiang Mengchen in surprise, and finally understood the importance of the surname "Jiang" in Luofeng City. However, Kong Fang did not want to be involved in any relationship with the forces here. He was just passing by here, and there was no need to cause trouble for himself. Kong Fang knew very well how strong he was. In front of Jiang Mengchen and the others, Kong Fang could still pretend to be mysterious, but in front of those real strong men, Kong Fang could no longer hide his cultivation.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary." Kong Fang refused without hesitation, and then walked towards the nearest street stall.

After being rejected again, Jiang Mengchen couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on his face, but the middle-aged cultivator was holding back his laughter in his heart.

Seeing the middle-aged monk's appearance, Jiang Mengchen could not help but guess what he was thinking. He snorted coldly and then chased after Kong Fang. The middle-aged monk also quickly followed.

In fact, what Jiang Mengchen said to Kong Fang just now was a little exaggerated. With his status and position in the family, he couldn't invite any important figures in the family. At most, he could invite people of his father or grandfather's generation to help contact Qiankun Sect, but whether Qiankun Sect would give him face was another matter.

"How much is this sword?" Kong Fang stopped in front of a street stall selling weapons, picked up a rusty sword and asked the stall owner.

This sword is only two feet long, and the blade is less than three fingers wide. It should have been black, but now most of the blade has been corroded, and the color is not very clear, and it looks a bit broken.

When the stall owner saw a customer, he immediately boasted about the origin of the sword with a mysterious look on his face. Seeing this, Kong Fang quickly asked him to stop. "You just need to tell me how much it costs?"

Seeing that he couldn't fool anyone, the stall owner's expression suddenly turned cold. He squinted his eyes and looked Kong Fang up and down, then reported a number: "Five hundred thousand green gold!"

Before Kong Fang could say anything, Jiang Mengchen, who was following behind him, started yelling, "Even this broken sword of yours is worth half a million, why don't you just go and rob it?"

The middle-aged monk also nodded and said, "Treasures will not rust. This sword has rusted to this extent. It is obviously just an ordinary item. Although most of the things sold on this street are flashy, your sword is not even flashy. You dare to offer 500,000 for it. It's really a bit too much."

The middle-aged monk criticized the things sold on this street, completely forgetting that he was one of the stall owners a quarter of an hour ago.

After being scolded by Jiang Mengchen and the middle-aged monk, the stall owner's face turned slightly red. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute. Although Jiang Mengchen and the middle-aged monk were very impolite, they were speaking according to the facts. Even if the stall owner was depressed, he had no choice. In fact, the stall owner just felt that he couldn't fool Kong Fang, so he deliberately offered a high price. Unexpectedly, the two people behind Kong Fang didn't give him face at all, and directly criticized him.

"You can buy it or not. This is my price!" The stall owner stiffened his neck and ignored Kong Fang and the other two. He turned around to greet other customers.

Now, it was Jiang Mengchen and the middle-aged monk who were depressed. They both glared at the stall owner angrily. But then, they suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. They lowered their heads and found Kong Fangzheng, who was squatting in front of the stall, staring at them coldly.

Both of them suddenly felt uneasy.

"You two are quite good at causing trouble?" Kong Fang couldn't help but snort. He could have negotiated the price with the stall owner, but these two ruined things.

Kong Fang stood up and said, "Either you stop following me, or one of you buys this rusty sword. There are two choices, you decide for yourself."

After Kong Fang finished speaking, he ignored the two of them and walked straight to the next stall.

Jiang Mengchen and the middle-aged monk looked at each other in bewilderment. Five hundred thousand to buy a broken sword that was mostly rusted? It was not worth it.

"It seems that the senior is really angry about what we did just now." Jiang Mengchen said with a wry smile.

The middle-aged monk nodded in agreement.

"Then tell me, what should we do now?" the middle-aged monk asked quietly.

Jiang Mengchen showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, "I have lent all my money to Ziqing. Now I don't have much money left and can't buy this sword at all. And what the senior meant is that only one of us can buy this sword..." Jiang Mengchen looked at the middle-aged cultivator awkwardly.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jiang Mengchen with disdain. He didn't believe what Jiang Mengchen said. Jiang Mengchen said this, obviously not wanting to waste this money.

Spending five hundred thousand on a rusty sword is a complete waste!

The middle-aged monk was a little entangled in his heart. Although he had just made a lot of money, he didn't want to throw money away in vain! Five hundred thousand, this is not a small amount. But there are not many opportunities to meet a strange person like Kong Fang, and he really doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

At this point, it all depends on whether the two have enough courage.

Is it worth spending 500,000 yuan for a chance to get close to a strange person? Only the two of them knew this. In fact, even Kong Fang himself didn't understand why these two people were still following him.

Jiang Mengchen looked at the middle-aged monk, waiting for him to make a decision. Jiang Mengchen had already made up his mind that he would never buy this broken sword. If it was tens of thousands of green gold, he would still consider it, but five hundred thousand was not worth it.

After a great struggle between heaven and man, the middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and decided to buy it.

"I just made 10 million, so I can afford to spend 500,000." The middle-aged monk called the stall owner over and directly paid 500,000 green gold. The stall owner was completely dumbfounded. He just deliberately offered a high price, but he didn't expect that it would actually be sold.

The middle-aged monk ignored the dazed stall owner. He picked up the rusty sword and immediately walked to the stall next to him. Kong Fang was standing in front of that stall at that time.

Jiang Mengchen also followed shamelessly. The two of them had already done what Kong Fang asked, so they were naturally not worried about Kong Fang chasing them away again.

"Spending 500,000 to buy a worthless rusty sword, I really don't know where this guy got such courage. But it's a good thing, if he didn't buy it, I wouldn't have an excuse to follow him." Jiang Mengchen didn't feel much gratitude in his heart, but felt that the middle-aged monk was a bit stupid. Although Kong Fang was a strange man, it was hard to say whether he could bring them any benefit. At this time, spending 500,000 to buy a broken sword, what else could it be but stupidity?

The middle-aged monk just felt that he could afford the price, so he took a gamble. The worst result was that he would lose 500,000 green gold, and he would not be able to get closer to this strange man.

The middle-aged monk came to Kong Fang and said sincerely: "Senior, we were wrong in what happened just now. I see that you are interested in this rusty sword, so this is my apology."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, Jiang Mengchen was stunned. He finally understood why the middle-aged monk was willing to spend 500,000 to buy a broken sword. It turned out that the middle-aged monk's purpose was here. Jiang Mengchen suddenly felt a little regretful.

Kong Fang looked at the middle-aged monk in surprise.

Kong Fang was really surprised. He didn't expect that the middle-aged monk was actually willing to spend 500,000 green gold to buy a seemingly useless sword.

"No need, what you bought naturally belongs to you." Kong Fang rejected the middle-aged monk's kindness, but his expression had eased a lot.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Kong Fang!" Kong Fang said his name with a smile on his face.

The middle-aged monk and Jiang Mengchen were both stunned. Kong Fang actually took the initiative to say his name. This was a very good start. But Jiang Mengchen was not happy at all, because Kong Fang did not say this to him.

The middle-aged monk was delighted and said, "Senior, just call me Zhuang Hong!"

"Junior Jiang Mengchen!" A voice suddenly came out from the side. Seeing that the middle-aged cultivator had received Kong Fang's approval, Jiang Mengchen could no longer sit still and even reported his name. Kong Fang knew his name and would have some impression of him.

Kong Fang glanced at Jiang Mengchen calmly, then turned around and said to Zhuang Hong: "Give me the sword, I'll help you take a look!"

Zhuang Hong was stunned. What was there to see in a broken sword? He was confused, but he quickly handed the sword to Kong Fang.

Kong Fang took the sword. He held the hilt with one hand and tapped the sword gently with the other. Lines of earth magic power wrapped around Kong Fang's fingers and continued to merge into the sword as he tapped.

After a moment, the sound of hitting the sword suddenly changed from dry and dull to crisp, and the rust on the sword was disappearing bit by bit.

As the rust disappeared, a sharp edge appeared on the blade.

"What's going on?" Jiang Mengchen's face changed drastically. A broken sword actually showed its sharpness. "This is not a broken sword at all, but a precious sword!" Jiang Mengchen froze in place, staring blankly at the sword that was constantly showing its sharpness.

He had just laughed at Zhuang Hong for being stupid, but now...

Jiang Mengchen wanted to slap himself hard. Not only did he miss the opportunity to get closer to Kong Fang, he also missed a precious sword!

Zhuang Hong was also completely stunned. He didn't expect that things would turn out this way. At this time, the stall owner who sold the rusty sword also stared at this side with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, but his eyes were full of regret.

Rusty Sword, you’re selling it too low!