It is common to have quarrels and disputes in underground markets, but the place where the quarrel took place this time was relatively close to Luo Tian and his friends, so it attracted the attention of two people.

"What kind of broken knife are you selling? You want ten taels of silver from me, why don't you go and rob it?"

The person who was shouting was short and dark-skinned, and spoke with a strong foreign accent. He was surrounded by a group of thugs and surrounded a small stall.

There were several knives of different lengths on the stall. At first glance, the blades were dull and the handles were just carved from wood. They did not look like good stuff.

The stall owner was a young man wearing a shabby robe and looking gloomy.

"If you don't want to buy, get out." The young stall owner spoke very rudely.

"Brother Tian, ​​isn't this guy afraid of being beaten for speaking so harshly?" The Seventh Princess asked in a low voice.

Luo Tian smiled and said, "Although the underground market looks chaotic, there are still rules. The first is that you can't force buying and selling, and the second is that you can't fight in the market. Do you see some strong men with swords standing around the market?"

The seventh princess looked around and soon saw a lot of foreign strong men, and they seemed to have high cultivation. Several of them had already looked over here.

"Really, what do they do?" The seventh princess asked.

"Those who come to the market to do business have to pay for the stalls. If they pay, they will be protected. Once the stalls are smashed, the market watchers around will come up to intervene. The entire underground market is organized by the famous big chambers of commerce on the Canglong Continent. These chambers of commerce are rich enough to rival a country, and they have hired masters. Ordinary rich people or nobles can't afford to offend them." Luo Tian replied with a smile.

Sure enough, although the young stall owner spoke very aggressively, the short foreign man didn't dare to take action.

"Humph, you still want to do business like this, everyone come and see, look at the knives he sells." The dwarf raised the short knife in his hand and shouted.

"The quality of weapons in the world varies, divided into four levels: human, king, fairy, and god, and each level is divided into three levels: high, medium and low. I, Luo Bi, have been doing business for many years and have seen many treasures and famous craftsmen, but I have never seen such a shameless person. The sign says that the weapon is of middle level, but everyone looks at the knife he forged, it is simply scrap metal!"

"If you don't understand, shut up." The young stall owner said gloomily.

"I don't understand? The sword master is the master of weapons. To identify a good sword, first look at the sword light, then look at the sword intent, weigh the sword, and test the blade. The sword you forged is dull and dull, without any sword intent. It is heavy at the front and light at the back, not to mention the blade. It is almost bent after a few cuts. You still say that I don't understand, what a joke!"

Although this guy named Luo Bi has an arrogant attitude, he really has some skills. Luo Tian nodded slightly after listening.

"My sword is different from others. You can't judge my sword with ordinary methods." The young stall owner still said stubbornly.

"Haha, then I'll let everyone take a good look. I have a cold iron war knife brought from the southern snowy area. It was made by a famous swordsmith. The quality of the sword is middle-level. I spent 50,000 taels of silver to get this sword. You said your sword is also middle-level. Then let's compete. If my cold iron war knife can cut your sword, it means you are bragging!"

After Luo Bi finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the men behind him brought out a treasure box. After opening it, the cold air overflowed. One of Luo Bi's men took out an ice-like war knife from the box, and it seemed to lower the temperature around him when he waved it.

"Do you dare to compete?" Luo Bi asked arrogantly.

"Compare, compete quickly!"

"Didn't you say your sword is powerful? Then compete."

The people around him who were curious also instigated, and more and more people watched.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the young stall owner suddenly rolled up his stall and shook his head, saying, "I won't compete."

"Haha, are you scared? That means you admit that you are bragging."

Seeing that the young stall owner was scared, the people around him immediately started to shout. Luo Bi laughed and said, "I am not destroying your reputation, but you are the one who is bragging. What kind of broken knife dares to become a treasure of the middle level of human weapon? Don't brag about this in the future, kid, otherwise you will lose the face of your ancestors."

"I don't compete not because I am afraid of you, but because my knives are unhappy and they don't want to compete with you." The young stall owner muttered in a low voice, looking unconvinced.

"Haha, the knife will be unhappy, are you crazy? The knife is a dead object, how can it have seven emotions and six desires? Even the king-level treasures have never heard of emotions. Don't tell me that your broken knives are immortal weapons. Even the most powerful empires in the entire Canglong Continent don't have many immortal weapons."

The people around seemed to believe that the young stall owner was bragging, and kept scolding and sarcasm like snowflakes. The young stall owner's face was red, but he just refused to admit his mistake.

Luo Tian, ​​who was standing behind the crowd, smiled and said to the Seventh Princess: "I'm lucky today. I picked up a treasure."

When the Seventh Princess was about to ask with a puzzled look, Luo Tian had pushed the people in front of him and walked to the front row, saying: "You, a dwarf from a foreign country, are really blind and don't know the goods."

"Who scolded me?" Luo Bi shouted loudly, turning around to see Luo Tian with a faint smile on his face.

"You scolded me?"

"I didn't scold you. I just said that you are blind and think you are great just because you have a mid-level human weapon cold iron war knife. Don't you know that the sword made by this little brother is ten times better than your cold iron war knife?" Luo Tian said with a smile.

The young stall owner looked at Luo Tian. Luo Bi was also stunned, and then laughed: "You want to stand up for him?"

Luo Tian smiled, walked forward a few steps and said: "He doesn't dare to compete, why don't I compete with your cold iron war knife on his behalf."

While speaking, Luo Tian pulled out a short knife from the young stall owner's package. The blade of this short knife was black and the blade was dull. At first glance, it was indeed not a good thing.

"My knife..." The young stall owner wanted to stop him.

Luo Tian ignored him and said to Luo Bi: "Why don't we make a bet? I will use his knife to chop against your cold iron sword to test the knife. If this knife breaks, I will lose a full 100,000 taels of silver to you. But if this knife is intact, even if you lose, you have to lose this cold iron sword to me. How about it?"

The bet was raised to 100,000 taels, which immediately shocked the people around.

"100,000 taels, do you have so much money?" Luo Bi was delighted when he heard it. 100,000 taels was also a huge fortune for him.

Luo Tian smiled and took out a silver note from his arms, showing the full 100,000 taels to everyone present.

"Haha, are you out of your mind? You gave me 100,000 taels for nothing. Since God made me rich today, I will not be polite. I will bet with you this time. Everyone present will be a witness. If you lose and dare not give me money, don't even think about leaving the underground market today."

More and more people are watching. Luo Tian holds a black short knife with a calm smile, while Luo Bi stares at the banknotes in his hand with greed in his eyes.

"My knife doesn't like to do this..." The young stall owner came up to stop Luo Tian.

Luo Tian turned around and said, "I thought the ancient Tianliu sword-making method was completely lost, but I didn't expect to see it today. If the legendary sword-making method can't make a war knife better than this kind of stuff, I will pay 100,000 taels and take it as a loss."

"How do you know I'm the descendant of the ancient Tianliu?" The young stall owner asked in surprise.

Luo Tian did not answer, and at this time, a strong man in the third level of Qi Refining Realm under Luo Bi's command had come up with an ice knife, ready to kill with one blow.

Luo Tian raised the inconspicuous black short knife in his hand, and the sea of ​​​​holes on his arm quickly operated. A stream of spiritual energy passed through his palm and entered the short knife. There seemed to be a subtle flash of spiritual light on the blade of the short knife.

At this time, the strong man swung the knife and chopped over. The cold iron war knife was accompanied by a cold light. Luo Tian raised the knife with one hand to meet it. When the two knives touched, the spiritual light flashed.

"Dang!"

After a crisp sound, everyone looked at it intently, and Luo Bi laughed and said, "Haha, give me 100,000 taels."

But everyone exclaimed, and Luo Tian laughed and said, "You saw it clearly."

Hearing this, Luo Bi looked carefully, and the smile on his face disappeared. He saw that the two swords were safe and sound after the collision. Luo Tian raised the black short blade in his hand, and everyone could clearly see that the black short blade was intact, without even a gap.

"This is impossible!" Luo Bi's face changed and he shouted in surprise.

"Facts speak louder than words. I am willing to accept the loss. Your cold iron sword is mine." As he spoke, Luo Tian took a step forward and stretched out his hand to ask for the cold iron sword.