Why are there so many geniuses?

Ye Anlan kept rolling a coin between his fingers and said, "If that's the case, why don't we have a competition? And when I pick up this coin before it hits the ground, whoever grabs it first will win. If I win, you're done. Just leave me here. If you win, your food and clothing, I'll take it all!"

Hearing this, the black-robed man smiled slightly, then got up and wanted to walk outside the door and said, "Come on then; I just want to go to the auction to buy something."

"Hey, Master, wait for me; that kid will come to you when I finish cleaning up!"

Seeing the two leave, the old man slowly opened his eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, and muttered to himself, "It's better to let that kid have a long memory."

"My God, isn't that the Northern Desert Sword God?"

"You can't be wrong; although no one has seen his true face, the magic sword on his back must be. It is this sword that has once slashed many Fairyland powerhouses!"