Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Little girl, you can't do this! I can't stand it anymore." An aunt said contemptuously to Feng Qingran.

"Although this old man stole our business, girl, are you going too far?"

"Aren't you trying to force the old man to death? You cut off a painting worth million for . How can you bargain like this?"

……

Feng Qingran's cold eyes glanced at the person who accused her.

Everyone suddenly felt cold and closed their mouths.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes flashed with ice, "Fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones. If you are willing to sell them, I will buy them. If not, I will leave."

"Sell." The old man sighed and handed the painting to Feng Qingran tremblingly. The others did not dare to speak anymore.

Feng Qingran stretched out her hand, which was as bright as white jade, took the scroll and gave it to the spirit stone.

The others looked at each other, she was really a difficult girl. They had been acting for decades and had rarely encountered such a difficult person.

Feng Qingran put away the painting, turned around and took a few steps away.

A voice like a nightingale came from behind, "Master, this is the painting I saw in the hands of this old man."

Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes flashed, and it seemed that there was someone else who knew what was going on.

However, Feng Qingran did not look back, she continued to move forward.

The woman's voice sounded again, "Old man, I was here an hour ago. Please take out the painting and show it to my master."

The old man took out a painting and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the painting, opened it, and showed it to the white-haired old man beside her.

The old man has white hair on his temples and a pair of cloudy eyes that are calm and intimidating.

If Feng Qingran looked back, she would definitely find that the painting was exactly the same as the one in her hand.

The white-haired old man's majestic eyes swept over the painting and shook his head, "There is nothing special about Xiyao's painting. Did you see it wrong?"

Luo Xiyao immediately said, "Impossible! Master, I really felt an extremely strange aura in this painting. The aura is a bit like the Tai Chi array in Master's hand."

The white-haired old man's expression suddenly changed when he heard 'Tai Chi'.

Although he rarely used the Tai Chi array, Luo Xiyao was his close disciple and had seen him use the Tai Chi array after all.

The aura of Tai Chi is extremely special, and Luo Xiyao is an excellent formation master, so it should be impossible for her to admit her mistake.

The white-haired old man was excited and said again: "Xiyao, are you sure it's the aura similar to the Tai Chi array?"

"I'm pretty sure that there is an extremely weak Tai Chi aura." Luo Xiyao nodded.

After the white-haired old man got the answer, his eyes flashed with wisdom. He looked at the old man selling the painting and asked, "Is the painting in your hand the one from an hour ago?"

The old painting seller looked at each other a few times, shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The old man selling paintings took out a bunch of paintings and said, "These paintings are all the same. I forgot which one the girl was looking at before."

The white-haired old man looked at the pile in front of him with a condensed expression.

Anger flashed in Luo Xiyao's eyes. This old man selling paintings obviously wanted to trick them!

The white-haired old man thought that he and Luo Xiyao didn't have much time left on the black market, and they couldn't check them all one by one, so he decided to buy them all.

"How much do these words add up to?" The white-haired old man exuded coercion.

It's a pity that this is a black market. Although the old man selling paintings was coerced and overwhelmed, he would not let this big fat sheep go.

The old man selling the paintings hunched his back and said in a trembling voice: "A painting costs one million low-grade spiritual stones. There are two hundred and fifty paintings in total. If you two buy more, the extra painting will be treated as a gift from me." It’s yours, just give me billion low-grade spiritual stones.”

Luo Xiyao was filled with anger when she heard that the old man was selling paintings, "An hour ago, you clearly wanted one hundred thousand pieces!?"

A fierce-looking man stood in front of the old man and said, "Hey! Little girl, buying and selling is voluntary. If you don't want to buy, you can't bully the old man."

The white-haired old man's cloudy eyes flashed with coldness.

In the black market, if they show the slightest interest when buying something, this group of people will be furious.

But under the protection of the rules of the black market, these black-hearted businessmen cannot be punished at all.

The money they get from selling things is - with the people behind the black market.

The people behind the black market are even more happy to see someone being cheated.

Under the protective umbrella of the black market, businessmen continue to intensify their efforts to deceive people.

Luo Xiyao said angrily: "You are really colluding and you are obviously trying to blackmail us!"

"Girl, if you don't want to buy it, leave quickly. I want to earn more coffin books." The old man selling the paintings looked shrewd.

Luo Xiyao's pretty face turned red with anger, and her eyes revealed a trace of resentment.

She has never been so angry!

The white-haired old man patted Luo Xiyao's shoulder with his withered hand, "Xiyao, there are black market rules in the black market, don't be angry."

Immediately, the white-haired old man took out a golden token and said to the old man selling the paintings: "There are too many spiritual stones, I will give them to you directly."

The old man selling paintings took out a black token.

The white-haired old man's golden token touched the black token, and then a burst of red light flashed.

The old man selling the paintings took back the token, checked it, and suddenly became excited. He had never seen so many spiritual stones in his life!

The old man's old complexion was quite rosy, and the hand holding the token was trembling.

"Hahaha..." The old painting seller laughed wildly, his whole body seemed to be full of strength, and his rickety waist straightened up.

The white-haired old man put away all the paintings and left with Luo Xiyao.

The white-haired old man had just walked not far when he vaguely heard someone behind him say: "Huilao, now you've made a fortune! Hey, the girl who bought one of your paintings for yuan really made a profit!"