Skilled in managing a house

The man in white robe took the mourning stick handed over by Zhang Yu and didn't pay much attention to it. In fact, everyone present just felt that this magic weapon was a bit special, and they didn't think anything of it.

After all, everyone noticed that Zhang Yu seemed to have more than one magic weapon in his suitcase. Usually what comes out first is not always the best.

However, these people no longer dare to underestimate Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling. You know, the two of them brought so many magical weapons, but not everyone can do it. Many people actually only have one or two pieces in their hands.

Among the crowd, there were two thin men, not so obvious. These two guys, one has a smiling doll mask on his face, and the other has a sad doll mask on his face.

There are actually quite a few makeup items and masks in the cabin. Why the two of them chose this is really unclear. Could it be just to save trouble.

At this moment, the thin man wearing the smiling face doll mask suddenly took a breath of cold air, then looked at the thin crying face doll next to him, and then whispered: "It seems that no one in the country uses this guy anymore."

"No one else will be able to use it," the Crying Face Doll Thin Man said in an almost affirmative tone.

"Then where did the mourning stick in this guy's hand come from?" The thin man with a smiley face asked doubtfully.

"Who knows..." Cry-faced Doll Thin Man whispered: "Let's first see how people in the black market identify it."

"Okay." The thin smiling doll nodded gently.

Their eyes immediately fell on the mourning stick in the hand of the man in white robe.

When the man in white robe just took over the mourning baton, his face was very calm, but after just a moment, his face became serious.

When everyone present saw the change in his expression, they all became energetic. Some even couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "What's going on? There seems to be something wrong with this crying son." "That seems to be the case, black market manager. His face changed." "Could it be that this mourning stick is a powerful magic weapon?" "Does anyone in China use this kind of magic weapon? I haven't heard of it."...

Although many people were very puzzled, there were also some people whose views changed drastically.

Just like the two people who met Zhang Yu on the stairs before. One of these two people was a middle-aged man and the other was a young man. Now the middle-aged man suddenly took a breath of cold air.

The young man looked at the middle-aged man and said in a very low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"

"I remembered... black and white are impermanent..." the middle-aged man whispered.

"Black and White Impermanence..." The young man was stunned for a moment, and then whispered in confusion: "Isn't Black and White Impermanence just a character in mythology... It can't be a real person..."

"According to the records in the book, hundreds of years ago, probably during the Ming Dynasty, there was an evil organization called the Yama Sect. There were two masters under the Yama Sect, namely Black and White Wuchang. The righteous masters died under these two men. Countless...the two of them act secretly, and whenever they take action, they never miss..." the middle-aged man said in a low voice.

The young man couldn't help being surprised and said: "So powerful, what happened to them later?"

"Then they disappeared...even if the Yama Sect was annihilated by the Zhengyi Sect, there was no mention of the two of them...their magic weapon was this..." The middle-aged man whispered: "But ten years ago, someone was there The Yucheng Execution Area has seen a murder case that was rumored to be the work of Black and White, but since then, no similar news has been heard..."

"Even if it's black and white, it's impossible to live until now..." the young man whispered.

"That's natural... If it's true... maybe it's the descendant of the black and white impermanence back then..." the middle-aged man said in a low voice.

"If you say that...the legendary black and white impermanence, wouldn't it be that he died in Zhang..." The young man's words suddenly became vague, "in the hands of the guy..."

"What Zhang Huo?" The middle-aged man looked at the young man in confusion this time.

"Master, you heard wrong, I was talking about guy..." the young man said quickly.

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "It is very likely that he died in the hands of this guy. Even if not, it should be related to the people around this guy... In any case, it is definitely not true that this person can have such a thing. An ordinary person... There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the black market. No one knows the true identity hidden under the mask... It seems that the arrogant boy is unlucky. If he encounters trouble, his cassock may really be given to others... "

The young man smiled slightly and said: "Now I really want to know what the value of that mourning stick is..."

The man in white robe held the mourning stick and looked at it for a long time. Apart from his expression changing, he didn't say anything.

After a while, he turned to look at Tang Qixuan, the man in blue robe, and said: "Chief Steward, this mourning stick is definitely an evil sect... It's hard for my subordinates to tell..."

Tang Qixuan had long realized that something was wrong. If it were an ordinary magic weapon, the man in white robe would be able to give the result at a glance.

Tang Qixuan stood up directly and took two steps forward. The man in white robe handed the mourning stick with both hands. After Tang Qixuan took it, he couldn't help but take a breath.

He measured it for about three minutes, and then said: "This mourning stick is very old and is a magical weapon from the Ming Dynasty. According to the evil spirit contained in it, if nothing unexpected happens, this should be the black and white impermanence of the Yama Sect in the Ming Dynasty. The magic weapon left behind.”

"A magic weapon from the Ming Dynasty." "Where did this...such a magic weapon...come from..." "This, this, this magic weapon, how much is it worth..." "Yes, yes, this magic weapon is worth How many……"……

For a time, there was not only some commotion at the scene. In addition to being shocked, everyone began to care about the value of this magical weapon.

Especially the young man and the old man beside him were a little confused. The two looked directly at Tang Qixuan, hoping that Tang Qixuan could give a price lower than 7,000 yuan.

Tang Qixuan faced everyone's gaze, his face calmed down, and he said slowly: "This magical weapon, to be precise, is an exclusive magical weapon, and ordinary masters may not be able to control it. But for those who can control this magical weapon For those who use magical weapons, it is a priceless treasure... Therefore, considering the difficulty of controlling this magical weapon, I put the price at 10,000 yuan..."

"Ten thousand yuan!" "This mourning stick is worth ten thousand yuan!" "It's worth so much!" "Oh my God!"...

In an instant, the scene exploded.

No one would have thought that this mourning stick could be worth ten thousand yuan!

The young man and the old man were dumbfounded. The young man hurriedly said: "Boss, are you mistaken? How can this magic weapon be worth 10,000 yuan! Our cassock is only worth 7,000 yuan. It is a magic weapon that can be used for both defense and offense! This broken stick is nothing more than an offensive magic weapon!"

After hearing this, many people at the scene nodded, feeling that it made sense. If I had to choose one, I would definitely choose the cassock that can be used both defensively and offensively. How can a mourning stick be worth so much?