"you……"
"Let's admit defeat and let's go!"
When several Ye family monks saw the crowd staring at them, they couldn't bear to lose face. They stuffed the tokens around their waists into their pockets and turned around to leave.
"The Ye family is inferior."
"Everyone, today our store launches the Li Huahua co-branded sword, and it is paired with a bronze mirror for makeup, so that when you are fighting with others, you will no longer have to worry about your makeup being stained."
"Perfectly solves the problem that today's female nuns are unable to use their full strength to maintain a delicate face."
While everyone was shocked, Li Baitian took out a long sword. The sword was three feet long. The ring on the hilt was transformed into a bronze mirror, and it also had a flip-top cover. When he opened the cover, one side was a bronze mirror, and the other side was a bronze mirror. Place the rouge.
"What's the use of this? If there's a real fight, who will care whether they wear makeup or not?"
“You’re about to die, but you still care about your makeup?”
Looking at Li Baitian's display, the male monks frowned, unable to understand what the operation of adding a bronze mirror to a long sword was?
In a life-and-death fight, let alone makeup, even if their appearance is disfigured, they are willing to win as long as they can win.
"No, don't you want to win honorably?"
"Do you want your opponent to laugh at you until his death?"
"The opponent you worked so hard to defeat should be what you saw when he was about to die. He should be a graceful and stern beauty with flowing white clothes."
"Think about it carefully. If your opponent's last memory is an ugly face with lipstick smeared all over his cheeks, powder stuck on his face, and eyelashes on one side but not on the other, do you think you would be willing to win?"
Li Baitian's persuasive approach hurt the hearts of many female cultivators.
Immortal cultivators have skills in keeping their appearance, but that’s just their ageless appearance. Their looks are innate. Who doesn’t want to be more beautiful? How wonderful it would be to wear exquisite makeup on weekdays, coupled with the cold temperament of a cultivator who is not stained by dust.
But as Li Baitian said, it is easy to become ugly when you use your hands, so when they go out of town for a long trip, they usually don't put on makeup, and it will be troublesome to deal with the dust.
Ye Qingmei took the long sword and demonstrated it personally. The moment the long sword was thrust out, the bronze mirror at the end of the hilt unfolded, reflecting her own face.
Then he quickly retracted his sword and quickly touched up his makeup.
The whole movement was smooth and smooth, and it instantly captured the hearts of most of the female cultivators present.
Seeing the use of the makeup sword with their own eyes, they were convinced that this was what they had dreamed of!
"I want it!"
"As many spiritual stones as you want, just ask!"
"I want that Li Huahua co-branded model, and I want to buy one for my daughter too!"
"I came here first, give me a handful first. Next time I see the little bitch from the Hehuan Sect, I will be jealous of her to death!"
The female nuns went crazy and rushed into the blacksmith shop to snatch the makeup sword.
The male monks were stunned. They couldn't understand that such a useless sword could trigger such a fierce looting.
A sword is equipped with a bronze mirror. Why don’t you take off your pants and fart?
The head of the Li family is indeed a master of weapon refining. He can guess the thoughts of female cultivators so clearly. He is truly a god!
"Don't worry, come one by one."
The corners of Li Baitian's mouth raised slightly. This time, the female customers were also firmly in his hands. Sometimes doing business is so simple, after all, he masters the core technology!
…
at the same time.
Inside the Jubao Pavilion.
Ye Wudao fell to the ground and looked at the person in front of him in horror.
"It's normal to make profits and losses when doing business. What's more, Jubao Pavilion hasn't lost a penny now, but why did you appear in front of me!"
"Who asked you to come!"
He was very scared. The people who came were the most shady people in the Ye family, secret guards, also called undercover agents and spies.
He is responsible for handling all the dark affairs of the Ye family. When such a person appears in front of him, his fate is self-evident.
The man stood in the dark shadows with a deep voice: "Jubao Pavilion is indeed not at a loss, but after today, all the Ye family's properties, including Jubao Pavilion, will suffer huge losses. Thanks to you, the Ye family's credibility is zero. "
"Although I am just an ordinary undercover agent assigned by the Ye family in Zhengyi Academy, and it is not my turn to intervene in matters within the family, but I don't understand how a waste like you who has been stuck in the foundation building stage all his life can enter the core level of the family. ?”
"Perhaps the master of the family is testing you, trying to discover your other talents besides cultivation, but unfortunately, facts have proven that a powerful villain will fail no matter what he does."
The person in the shadow spoke calmly, and it was not difficult to hear that the other person was desperately suppressing his anger.
"It's all that Li Baitian. If it weren't for him, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened in Jubao Pavilion!"
"And his daughter, I have already found someone to take care of her. I will drive their family out of Haoqi City and give an explanation to the clan!"
Ye Wudao couldn't figure it out. It was just an ordinary trade war, and his reputation was indeed affected. But with the Ye family's energy being able to recover quickly, why would they send secret guards here? He didn't commit any unforgivable crime. Something!
"The person you are looking for has been eliminated by me."
"Thanks to you, all the information we and other secret guards obtained in the academy had to be destroyed. Just because you found someone to mess around in the academy in order to avenge Ye Feng, it is now more difficult for the undercover agents of the Ye family to infiltrate."
"If the secret guards of the Ye family who have sneaked into Zhengyi Academy recently are uprooted, you will be the number one sinner, and both you and your son will die!"
"I'm here to convey the instructions of the family leader. Ye Wudao, please return to the clan immediately and wait for your instructions. Everything about Ye Feng in the academy will be taken over by me from now on."
"The undercover agent's name is: Prince Ling."
After saying this, the person in the shadow turned around and disappeared without a trace.
Ye Wudao was left sitting there blankly.
At this moment, he realized the seriousness of the matter. He not only ruined the reputation of the Ye family with his own hands, but also alerted the academy and ruined the Ye family's plan to steal information from Zhengyi Academy by hiring someone to attack Li Huahua.
This was the real big deal, and he had ruined the family's plan that had lasted several years, or even more than ten years, just for the boring reason of wanting to deal with a six-year-old girl. He could already foresee his own end.
"No, I still have a chance. This Jubao Pavilion has nothing to do with me. As long as I pass all the responsibilities to that little girl Ye Min, yes, as long as I pass all the responsibilities to her, maybe I..."
"Wait a minute, how did the secret guard know so quickly that the one-time magic weapon is related to me? Logically speaking, he should have asked Ye Min first. That little girl has not come back since she left the city. Could it be that... you are treating me as my second uncle? Have you sold it, Ye Min!"
Ye Wudao was furious and smashed all the furniture in the room into powder, roaring and venting until he had no strength left.
After a long while, he stood up and walked towards Ye Mansion like a zombie.
In this game with the blacksmith, he lost completely, and Li Baitian, whom he regarded as his opponent, didn't even know what he had done secretly, and took advantage of him without knowing or caring. .
