Chapter 635 [635] Master, this is a true master!
The two chased and played for a while, then continued to stroll around.

However, Ye Feng soon discovered sadly that he was being targeted.

It is estimated that the news of him opening blind boxes in Lingshanju has spread in the antique street, and everyone knows that he just entered the market with 20,000 yuan and made 20 million yuan.

So all the merchants on the entire street gave him special treatment.

For the same item, the price might be one hundred thousand when others ask for it, but when he approaches to ask the price, the seller immediately raises the price to half a million or even a million.

This is taking advantage of him.

This happened several times in a row, making Ye Feng extremely disappointed.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao covered her mouth and snickered with glee, "If you keep being so high-profile, you'll be treated specially now, right? You deserve it!"

Ye Feng glared at her depressedly, "Do you think I don't want to be low-key? But my strength doesn't allow it."

"Smelly."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao curled her lips in disgust, "So what do you say we should do now? No one wants to play with you anymore, so what's the point?"

Ye Feng spread his hands helplessly, "Why don't we just stop here today and come back tomorrow."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao nodded. After walking around for such a long time, she was indeed a little tired and wanted to go back and rest early.

Just as the two were about to leave, they suddenly saw a group of people gathered on the street corner, as if something was going on.

"Let's go over and have a look."

Zhuang Xiaoqiao immediately changed his mind and walked over first.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and had to follow.

When the two approached, they saw a stall surrounded by the crowd, and a middle-aged man was sitting on the stall.

The man's messy long hair was scattered randomly, even covering his entire face, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

He was wearing a coarse linen gown with many patches on it and it was dirty.

Behind the man, there was a canvas sign with a few large characters written on it in brush calligraphy.

"The family heirloom sword is not for sale to outsiders or laymen, but only to those who are destined to meet us!"

When Ye Feng saw these words, he secretly exclaimed "good".

Not only is the writing of the characters exquisite, but the content is also very personal.

When others sell things, it’s fine as long as they pay enough money.

This person actually sets so many rules and regulations when selling things. He is really unique.

There was a sword in the open space in front of the man. The sword was deeply inserted into the bluestone brick, leaving only the hilt.

At this time, a young man was asking for the price, "Boss, how much do you want for this sword?"

The man was wearing all branded clothes, had a huge pair of sunglasses on his nose, spoke in a nonchalant manner, and had an air of arrogance.

There were two men in black following behind him, looking around vigilantly.

From this we can see that this person comes from an extraordinary family and should be a rich second-generation.

The middle-aged man heard his question and pointed to the sword in front of him, "Pull out the sword first, then we can talk about the price."

The rich second generation turned around and glanced at the sword. "Do you know how to do business? If you want to do business, can't you just pay enough money? Young master, I like these old things very much. You can name the price. I will never bargain."

The middle-aged man seemed not to hear his words and continued to point at the sword, "Pull out the sword first, then discuss the price."

The rich second generation looked a little unhappy, "You are so stubborn, you deserve to die of poverty." Although he said so, he still turned around and walked to the front of the sword, "Isn't it just drawing a sword? What's the big deal?"

After saying that, he deliberately acted cool, stretched out his right hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, trying to take out the sword.

But the difficulty was obviously beyond his expectations. His head turned red, but the sword did not move at all.

"I go!"

The rich second generation spat the gum in his mouth onto the ground, then grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and pulled it out with all his strength.

But the result was the same, not even a millimeter was pulled out.

The crowd watching immediately began to whisper to each other.

"Isn't this sword inserted too deep? Even a grown man can't pull it out?"

"How did it get in there? Did they throw a big rock in there?"

"This sword is obviously a peerless sword, on the same level as the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Saber."

"You've read too many novels, haven't you? You still talk about the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Sabre, why don't you talk about the Golden Cudgel?"

"Is this guy a fake? He tried so hard but couldn't pull it out? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"A rich second generation like this has obviously been drained of his body by alcohol and sex. How can he have any strength?"

The rich second generation's head turned the color of liver, but he still couldn't pull it out. He took two deep breaths and waved to the two bodyguards behind him.

"You two come together."

The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword together, gritted their teeth, stomped their feet, and pulled it out with all their strength.

But what shocked everyone present was that the sword remained motionless.

The rich second generation couldn't pull himself out, and it could be said that his body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex.

But these two bodyguards were as strong as bulls, but they still couldn't pull it out, which surprised everyone.

The rich second generation had no choice but to go back and said, "Boss, please stop playing tricks on us. I really like this sword. Please give me a price."

"Pull out the sword first, then discuss the price."

The middle-aged man repeated what he had said before, just like a tape recorder.

"you……"

The rich second generation was speechless and couldn't help cursing, "You are such a beggar. I don't think anyone will be able to pull it out in your next life. Just wait and see."

After that, get up and walk away.

After he left, a few more people who didn't believe in the evil went up and drew their swords, but in the end, without exception, they all ended in failure.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao immediately became interested and pulled Ye Feng's arm, "Let's go up and try it too."

Before Ye Feng could agree, she pulled him in.

The middle-aged man who was originally half-dead immediately became sharp after seeing Ye Feng.

Ye Feng also sensed the powerful internal force that suddenly burst out from him.

Master, this is a real master!

(End of this chapter)