Seeing that the paper ball thrown out was caught, the shopkeeper was also stunned, looked up, and just wanted to reprimand, his face suddenly changed.

He was extremely arrogant, and his attitude suddenly changed three hundred and sixty degrees.

He trotted quickly to the old man's change, hunched his waist, and said with a smile on his face: "The little one is guilty, I don't know that the landlord is coming, and I want the landlord to punish him." ”

The heartbeat in the heart of the shopkeeper was beating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In front of him, there was an old man with vicissitudes of white hair standing there, his back slightly bent, and his hands behind his back.

The old man ignored the shopkeeper, looked at Hao Yuan deeply with a pair of cloudy and vicissitudes of life, and said slowly: "Since Your Excellency wants to sell martial arts, why do you want to leave?"

Hao Yuan stopped, didn't turn around, and said lightly: "Since your building said that my things are garbage, why should I sell that garbage?"

Seeing Hao Yuan's arrogant figure, the old man not only did not get angry, but slowly opened the ball of paper, his eyes scanned the content on it, and after a while, his pupils flickered secretly for a few minutes, and he did not speak.

The shopkeeper looked at the old man nervously in his heart, wouldn't it dirty his eyes if he showed the latter this kind of garbage?

He already hated Hao Yuan in his heart, if it weren't for this kid, the landlord would definitely not be angry, and he would not be punished.

Why didn't he directly abolish this kid just now, at this time, the shopkeeper regretted it very much.

The old man exhaled deeply and said, "Old man Mo Wuji, now the owner of the Wanbao Building in Luo Tiancheng, where did your martial arts come from?"

When Hao Yuan heard the name Mo Wuji, some memories also appeared in his mind.

The identity of this Mo Wuji is extremely mysterious, he was originally a person from Wanbaolou in the Four Kingdoms of the Northern Desert, twenty years ago, for some reason, he was ranked down, and he appreciated countless treasures in his life, and he can be called the first treasure connoisseur of Tianyun Kingdom, and there are few cases of misinterpretation in his life.

The cultivation of one body is even higher than the peak of the ground level, shocking the entire Luo Tiancheng.

It was only a few years ago that he suddenly announced a seclusion, and at that time, this matter shook the entire Tianyun Kingdom, and even the royal family was extremely shocked when they heard it.

He has been living behind the scenes of Wanbao Tower, and he has not shown up once in a few years.

Today, I actually came to the hall of Wanbaolou for the first time, how can this not shock everyone?

Hao Yuan's face remained the same, what about the owner of Luo Tiancheng Wanbao Building, is it very powerful?

However, listening to Mo Wuji's tone, it seemed that he had some eyesight.

"I created it myself. Hao Yuan turned around and said lightly.

"Created by yourself?" Mo Wuji's old eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice.

He naturally saw the mystery of this "Seven Star Sword Technique", otherwise he would not have asked so much in his identity, you know, in the entire Tianyun Kingdom, there are not many things that can interest him, but this sword technique is one of them.

In Mo Wuji's opinion, there must be a mysterious powerhouse behind Hao Yuan, otherwise it would be impossible to have such an esoteric sword technique.

But the young man in front of him said that this sword technique was created by himself, which made him feel a little annoyed in his heart.

This is a Xuan-level swordsmanship, how can this seemingly fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy create such a martial art?

Hao Yuan nodded, he saw the confusion in Mo Wuji's eyes, but he didn't explain.

"You dare to be disrespectful to the landlord, boy, don't you kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The voice of the horse shopkeeper suddenly sounded, and he stared at Hao Yuan with a hideous face, and the hatred in his heart was monstrous.

He saw the anger in Mo Wuji's eyes, and he was also terrified in his heart, he had completely hated Hao Yuan, if he was implicated because of this kid, he believed that he would not even have a place to cry.

Hao Yuan frowned slightly, this thing is really annoying.

Sensing the coldness in Hao Yuan's heart, Mo Wuji's eyes narrowed, looked at the shopkeeper, and said in a deep voice: "You just asked the old man to punish you, right?" ”

In fact, Mo Wuji was also a little angry in his heart, this horse shopkeeper really had no eyesight, and even he felt a little annoyed.

The shopkeeper's eyes changed slightly, and his heart was completely cold, and it was over....

"Lord Landlord, it's all because of this kid, if it weren't for his garbage martial arts, my Wanbaolou wouldn't have lost its reputation. ”

Even now, he still thinks that it was because of Hao Yuan's "Seven Star Sword Technique" that provoked Mo Wuji's anger, so he also looked at Hao Yuan with angry eyes, and his hatred was monstrous, and he couldn't wait to immediately step forward and tear the latter apart.

"Trash martial arts?"

Mo Wuji glanced at him and said lightly: "Go to the account room to get 100,000 taels of silver, and then, go home and live in retirement." ”

Well?

The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.

Who are you talking about?

As soon as this thought flashed by, as if he thought of something, the face of the shopkeeper suddenly turned pale.

"Plop!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs weakened, and he knelt down directly, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Lord Lou, is the old slave not satisfied?"

The shopkeeper was horrified, he didn't expect Mo Wuji to let him leave Wanbaolou directly, in his opinion, even if he was implicated, but if his identity was put there, Mo Wuji would suspend him for a few days at most, and it would never be possible to return to his hometown.

Could it be that that kid's martial arts skills completely dirty the eyes of the landlord?

"Old Mo, what are you doing here, so do you dismiss the shopkeeper?" a high-level executive of Wanbaolou, who seemed to have a good relationship with Mo Wuji, hurriedly walked over and said with a frown.

The shopkeeper is the third-ranked treasure master in Luo Tiancheng, and it cost a lot of money to invite Wanbaolou at the beginning.

Could it be that now because of a hairy boy's garbage martial arts, the latter will be dismissed?

Mo Wuji glanced at him and said lightly: "A waste, what's the use of keeping it in my Wanbao Building?"

Huh?

"What the hell is wrong, how is the shopkeeper a waste?" said the old man, frowning slightly.

The shopkeeper was also at a loss and didn't understand the meaning of his words.

He is obviously a senior treasure connoisseur in Luo Tiancheng, why is he said to be a waste?

Wasn't he punished because he was implicated?

Mo Wuji sighed lightly, took the scroll out again, and said, "That young man is right, you really don't know anything about martial arts. ”

What the?

The problem is in the martial arts?

The shopkeeper looked at the content on the scroll, and said in shock: "Lord Landlord, I have been wronged, this martial art is indeed mediocre in terms of content, it is definitely a yellow-level low-grade martial art, and the old slave still has this bit of eyesight!"

The old man also took a look at it and nodded, this martial art does look inferior.

"Really, you practice according to your martial arts. Mo Wuji said.

He stood up and tried to cultivate.

However, after one set, he cultivated according to the above content, but his movements were extremely clumsy, and he couldn't connect them at all.

"What's going on?"

The shopkeeper was shocked, with his strength, it was extremely easy to cultivate the martial arts of the ordinary yellow level, but this martial art looked easy, but it was extremely difficult to be coherent.

"Can't you do it?" Mo Wuji said lightly.

The shopkeeper nodded subconsciously.

"Because... With your strength, you can't cultivate such a martial art at all!"