Mo Ran took the scroll carefully for a long time, but did not find anything strange. However, the internal energy in the purple palace and the spiritual perception in the mind were affected by the faint breath emitted from the scroll, and kept swimming in his body without stopping for a moment.

"Have you seen enough?" Just as Mo Ran was still observing the broken scroll and trying to find out the mystery, an inappropriate voice interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking at the owner of the voice, Mo Ran smiled suddenly, without answering, but just raised the broken scroll in his hand and asked lightly: "How much does this cost?"

"Oh?" Hearing Mo Ran's inquiry, the young stall owner was slightly stunned, and suddenly laughed dryly for no reason, and then said, "Eight hundred gold coins."

When Mo Ran heard the price quoted by the young stall owner, he suddenly felt a sudden heart. The young stall owner's export was really cruel. He opened his mouth and had eight hundred gold coins. Although Mo Ran knew that he could still afford it, if he really bought the scroll, he would suddenly become a poor household. However, when he just picked up the scroll, he was affected by the breath of the scroll and planned to buy it.

Looking at the young stall owner's attitude of selling goods, Mo Ran knew that no matter which one he picked up, it would definitely be cheap. However, Mo Ran did not show a calm expression, but frowned, so he shook his head as a difficult one and put the scroll back on the ground. Then he humbly asked the young man and said, "Is this a martial art? Or a martial art? Why is it so expensive?"

The young stall owner looked at Mo Ran's series of actions, and his expression did not change at all. He still said to Mo Ran in an extremely plain tone: "I don't know what this is. It looks like a martial art, maybe it is also a martial art. But I don't recognize the words on it, so I can't recognize them."

Speaking of this, the young stall owner paused and continued: "I have tried and tested the contents on it. Unfortunately, after my efforts, I realized that the handwriting written on it is not well known to people on the mainland, so it can be said that this thing is of no use."

After saying that, the young stall owner was stunned, thinking that he had never said so much to a stranger, and even when selling things, he simply quoted the price. Why did he suddenly talk too much when he met the person in front of him today, as if the person in front of him had an extraordinary relationship with him? This made the young stall owner curious about Mo Ran.

After hearing the young stall owner's words, Mo Ran couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking that such a useless thing was useless, and he actually asked for eight hundred gold coins when he opened his mouth. It was really a lion's mouth. Not only that, the young stall owner also bluntly introduced the essence of this thing to the guests so useless and without any twists. It's really hard to believe that there are people in this world who do business like this.

Seeing Mo Ran's smile on his face, the young stall owner misunderstood Mo Ran and thought he was ridiculing himself. He immediately looked unhappy and said with a cold attitude: "If you want to buy it, buy it. Let me tell you, you are the second person who likes this thing, and I am very confident to sell it."

Seeing that the young stall owner was a little displeased, Mo Ran looked up and asked in confusion: "The second person? Who is the first one?"

"Hmph! That's the two people just left." The young stall owner gently picked up his chin, and the direction was the young man who had just walked away.

His eyes turned slightly, Mo Ran looked in the direction where the two young men left, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart: "Did that person have the same feeling as me?"

Thinking of this, Mo Ran turned his head and said to the young stall owner very seriously: "I have no other intentions, just to be honest, since this thing has no substantial effect, it seems that there is a little more 800 gold coins. Can we discuss it and be a little cheaper?"

"No." Facing Mo Ran's earnest tone, the young stall owner's answer was still so inhumane.

Listening to the other party's firm tone, Mo Ran lowered his head slightly, put his elbow on his half-squatted right knee and kept slashing a few times, thinking quickly in his mind: Looking at the other party's tone and attitude, I'm afraid I can't cut the price. This is obviously a stinky and hard difficult person. There is only one way to trade with such a person, which is to cut less and decide the outcome at a price. If it really doesn't work, you can only buy it with 800 gold coins. However, in that case, the gold coins in his hand will shrink significantly."

After tossing and turning for a long time, Mo Ran made up his mind and said with medicine: "I really want this thing sincerely. But I don't have many gold coins, no matter whether it is useful or not, five hundred gold coins, a bargain price, I want it, how about it?" After saying that, Mo Ran stared at the young stall owner with a keen look with expectation.

Hearing that the price given by Mo Ran had been reduced by almost half, the young stall owner suddenly became angry and was about to speak loudly and refuse, at this time, a crisp voice sounded unceremoniously: "Hey, the seller."

As the words fell, Mo Ran and the young stall owner turned their heads to the direction where the sound was heard. The two young men who had just left returned at some point, and were now standing behind Mo Ran, and the one who made the sound was the younger brother who was just young.

Originally, Mo Ran's large-scale price cut had already aroused the anger of the young stall owner. The shouting was OK, and the upward anger was blocked in the throat of the young stall owner. He didn't shout it out at once, and his face turned red.

"What are you calling?" The young stall owner stood up, shouted angrily, and instantly spread his anger on the young man in front of him. It was obvious that the young stall owner seemed extremely dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of the two young men.

"I'm calling you, why are you doing so loud? Hey, the seller, just now, my elder brother gave you a price of 100 gold coins, and add another 100 to you, a total of 200. Sell it to me quickly." The young man didn't seem to feel the anger of the young stall owner, and he still said rudely. His attitude was not like bargaining with others, but more like robbery. The elder brother who was with him also looked unhappy when he heard the young stall owner's tone, but he didn't show it. He just frowned and stood aside without saying a word, quietly looking at the young stall owner.

At this time, when I saw the excitement here, I surrounded me and heard the young people laughing in a low voice when they were talking about this, and their eyes kept floating towards the two young people.

After hearing this, Mo Ran couldn't control himself and laughed out loud, thinking: Just buying things like this, let alone giving them two hundred, or two thousand, they can't sell them yet. This is not a purchase, it's clearly a snatching something.

Hearing Mo Ran’s laughter, the young man frowned and glared at Mo Ran, shouting loudly: “Why are you laughing at?”, and the young stall owner in front of him also turned his eyes and stared at Mo Ran tightly.

"No, it's okay." He held back his smile, Mo Ran waved his hand and responded. Mo Ran did not take the other party's rude attitude at all. There was no reason, because just now, Mo Ran had analyzed the other party's crisp voice. The other party was just a little kid who was not well-versed in the world, and he was dressed as a man, his eyes slightly turned aside. He calmly observed the "big brother" who came with him, probably a woman. Since this is the case, Mo Ran did not have too much dispute with the other party, and he just wanted to give in to them. As the saying goes: A good man doesn't fight with a woman.

Seeing that Mo Ran did not fight back in words, the girl stopped and turned back to the young stall owner and said, "Selling is not to sell, give me a message." Her tone was still so tough.

The girl's one after another made the young stall owner very angry. Although the young stall owner was not handsome, it was considered a kind of attractive appearance. In this anger, the young stall owner's face immediately turned red and his eyes widened. In addition, the rough and thick eyebrows that were extremely incompatible with this handsome face. If he had a little beard, the situation would probably be similar to Zhang Fei who was blowing his beard and staring at him.

Listening to the girl's rude words, the young stall owner picked up the scroll and replied loudly: "No, don't say two hundred, you will not sell it even if you add two thousand more. I have already sold it to someone else."

"Sold to someone else? Who did you sell it? Are you still holding it? Is there anyone who does this business?" When the young stall owner said that he had sold the goods, the young girl was even more relentless and even scolded the other party.

"Sold it to him. What's wrong? I, Huang Lang, sell whatever I want, and you don't care." The young stall owner pointed at Mo Ran and shouted loudly. It seemed that he was really angry and even said his name.

Seeing Huang Lang's angry expression with red face, the crowd around him could no longer help but laughed wildly. What's more, they even whistled and made a buzzing gesture.

The abnormal movements of the crowd eased the atmosphere full of gunpowder on the scene a little bit, but Mo Ran was not in the mood to think about this now. He just noticed Huang Lang's words and sold the things to himself. Looking at Huang Lang's expression when he bargained just now, he was obviously not satisfied with his bid. However, the arrival of these two little girls seemed to save him, and all his anger turned to them. It was really a battle between snipes and clams, and the fisherman was benefiting.

"Sold it to him?" the young girl said angrily.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Huang Lang said fiercely, then pulled Mo Ran up who was still squatting, grabbed one of Mo Ran's palms, smashed the scroll hard into Mo Ran's hand, and said loudly: "Brother, I've sold you the thing, one hundred gold coins."

"What? One hundred gold coins?"
Chapter completed!