Chapter 137 miscalculated

Cheng Jiuhe saw her naughtily calling her father, and his heart softened a little. He reached out and stroked her hair,

"Watch out next time!"

Mengyu stuck out her tongue: "Yes, Dad!"

At half-past twelve, the black market came and went. The one in front is an old gentleman, and the two big men in the back are bodyguards at first glance.

Mengyu's heart was beating wildly, these two bodyguards were warriors. Moreover, she estimated that both of them were higher in skill than their elder brothers, and at least they were also high-level martial artists!

And she herself is just a second-level martial artist. As for cultivating immortals, she is only at the first level of Juyuan, and her combat effectiveness at this stage is not even as good as that of a martial artist.

For some reason, Mengyu has a hunch that these people are here for her.

Cheng Jiuhe was also on guard.

The middle-aged man who had collected the booth fee from Mengyu and them hurriedly greeted him: "Old man Wu, you are here in person." ”

"Well, Da Tong, where is the bronze sword you said before?"

"There—"

The middle-aged man Da Tong pointed to Mengyu's stall, but found that there was no bronze sword on Mengyu's stall. There was only a jade bowl, a jewel bracelet, and a golden pipe.

Several people came to Mengyu's stall, and Cheng Jiuhe hurriedly pulled Mengyu behind him and asked lightly, "What do you want to buy?"

If he didn't pull Mengyu behind him, everyone would praise him for his composure. But his actions betrayed himself.

The eyes of the two big sweaters staring at him were also vigilant, and they could also see that these two stall owners were martial artists.

Although their skills are not as high as theirs, the old man they protect is an ordinary person, so they don't dare to take it lightly at all!

Mengyu felt very nervous, she miscalculated.

When Da Tong wanted to force her bronze sword and gave up before, she should have known that he would not give up so easily.

And now sure enough, someone came.

I don't know if he will rob his antiques.

She was fine, at most she ran away to places where she staggered her eyes, such as the toilet or behind a tree, and hid in the space.

If you really can't do it, I'll give them all the antiques.

But what about my brother?

My brother is a soldier, and there is blood in the character of a soldier, will he allow himself to admit it like that?

Old Man Wu didn't see the bronze sword, and couldn't help but look back at Da Tong.

Da Tong strode towards Mengyu. He didn't look at Cheng Jiuhe, but asked directly at the Meng Yu behind Cheng Jiuhe:

"What about the bronze sword?"

Mengyu looked at him, and then at Old Man Wu: "They, they can't be the people you called to buy my old goods, right?"

Da Tong nodded and pointed at the old man: "This is Old Man Wu, he likes to collect bronze swords, take them out." ”

Mengyu looked at Old Man Wu, but did not take out the bronze sword as he said.

Old Man Wu nodded and looked at Cheng Jiuhe: "This brother, I heard that you have a bronze sword, take it out and take a look." If it's genuine, the price is negotiable. ”

Cheng Jiuhe was relieved when he heard the words that money was easy to discuss, and said to Mengyu: "Take it out and show it to them." ”

Mengyu's heart moved: Could it be that they didn't come to force the bronze sword, but to buy bronze?

Mengyu opened the box, took out a cloth bag from the box, and opened it, and inside were several bronzes: a bronze mirror, a bronze wine bottle, a printed and painted pottery pot, and the bronze sword that Da Tong wanted first.

Old Man Wu looked at those bronzes, and his eyes lit up.