82: C82 stubble finding

C82 stubble finding

"Tell me, how much is it? "I'll buy it." Seeing that the youth was interested in the metal, the old man was elated. Just as he was about to extend two of his fingers out, he heard Ye Xuan muttering.2

"I didn't see his treasure either. The iron chair in my house just broke a part of it yesterday. This piece of metal looks very similar to the iron chair, so I can use it to make up for the iron chair."

Hearing Ye Xuan's mutterings, the old man's mouth twitched, and he anxiously retracted one of his fingers: "One hundred gold coins."

"I can buy a new chair with one hundred gold coins. I won't buy it, I won't buy it." Ye Xuan threw the piece of iron back.

"Then, eighty." The old man continued.

"Never mind, seeing that you're working so hard, I'll buy it for 50 gold coins."

"Fifty is too little, no …"

"If you don't want to sell it, then I'll go to another house to take a look. It's a broken chair anyways, it's fine if you don't want to repair it." Before the old man finished speaking, Ye Xuan received it, turned, and walked away.

Early in the morning, he saw that other people were doing business well and had sold a lot of things. He himself didn't know if he was unlucky or not and didn't sell a single item.

The old man anxiously pulled on Ye Xuan's sleeves, and nodded his head fiercely: "Oh, don't, don't, 50 is 50."

The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth slightly curled up, but he still took out fifty gold coins with extreme unwillingness, and passed it to the old man. From time to time, he would even mutter from time to time: "Sigh, it seems like fifty gold coins is more than enough."

The old man quivered as if he was afraid that Ye Xuan would go back on his words and snatched the gold coin from him.

"I bid 300 gold coins, then I'll take that metal."

Just then, a rough voice sounded out from behind Ye Xuan.

Hearing the voice, Ye Xuan frowned slightly. Without looking back, he picked up the piece of metal and kept it in his bosom.

"Kid, you dare?"

How dare he ignore his own words, the man roared angrily and grabbed Ye Xuan's shoulder.

The man's palm was like a tiger's claw, clamping tightly onto Ye Xuan's shoulder, wanting to pull him up. Ye Xuan frowned. Without even looking, he pushed his arm backwards.

The man reacted quickly as well as he raised his other palm to block it. At the same time, Ye Xuan's right fist swiftly smashed towards the man's chest.

With a muffled bang, the man loosened his grip and took two steps back.

"Good boy, so he's a practitioner." The man did not expect Ye Xuan to be a cultivator and was at a disadvantage. He shouted behind him, "Men!

Golden Finger, as the name implied, meant to be a pickpocket.

At this time, Ye Xuan finally turned around and saw who it was. The man was about thirty years old, his body was sturdy and he had a fierce-looking face. He did not look like someone to be trifled with.

There were more than ten people following the big sized man. Upon hearing his shout, five to six of his subordinates immediately rushed forward and surrounded the man, wanting to attack Ye Xuan.

Regarding the crowd's siege, Ye Xuan did not care, or it could be said, he did not even care about these few normal people.

Seeing that Ye Xuan had not moved, one of the big sized man reached out his arm to grab him, but before he could grab him, Ye Xuan kicked him in the stomach. The man fell over in pain and curled up on the ground.

The other person struck towards Ye Xuan's head. Before the attack even hit, Ye Xuan had already made a left hook, causing him to lose a tooth.

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