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"But... it didn't reach 10,000 yuan..." the little girl said with a flat mouth.

"A whisk worth 10,000 yuan..." The man in blue robe shook his head and said: "It is rare to see a whisk worth more than 5,000 yuan. If you want a whisk worth over 10,000 yuan, then it is estimated that the material of this whisk must be a rare item... …The material on your whisk is still not up to standard…”

With that said, the man in blue robe returned the fly whisk to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu was also disappointed in his heart, but he also knew very well that, as the man in blue robe said, a whisk worth more than 5,000 yuan is already rare. To make it more precious, light years are not enough, you must also Consider the material of the container.

The materials for my four magical instruments worth over ten thousand yuan are all relatively expensive, which is where the value lies. But the material of this whisk is not precious.

In fact, the main material of whisk is, to put it bluntly, horse tail. What kind of horse tail can be priceless, obviously there is no such thing, unless there are other auxiliary materials. But in this world, no matter whether it is metal or anything else, it is impossible to make a whisk. Perhaps some precious silk threads can be used instead. However, expensive silk threads are often used to make cassocks. Who would make a whisk?

Zhang Yu said: "Thank you both for your appraisal..."

Then, he picked up an iron sword.

To be honest, Zhang Yu no longer has much confidence in this iron sword. Because of the black market, the iron sword is not a rare magic weapon and is rarely worth more than a thousand, just like a whisk. This is also the reason why the man in blue robe questioned before.

But Zhang Yu was very curious about the value of this iron sword.

Although the appraisal fee was 400, he decided to give it a try.

Zhang Yu handed the iron sword to the chief steward. After the chief steward took it, he only looked at it a few times and couldn't help but be speechless.

"It's not ordinary... It's really extraordinary..." The chief steward followed up with praise.

"Is this iron sword the same as a whisk..." said the man in blue robe next to him.

"Yes, it is indeed extraordinary..." the chief steward said, handing the iron sword to the man in blue.

The man in blue robe took it and looked at it for a few times, and couldn't help but nod his head. He further said: "This iron sword is also a magical weapon from the Song Dynasty... The spiritual energy on it is rich and extremely rare... But for the same reason, the material of this iron sword is Generally, the estimate I can give is 4,000 yuan."

This price also made Zhang Yu and the little girl a little disappointed.

The little girl pursed her lips and could only look at Zhang Yu's other magical artifacts, hoping that there would be a few more valuable ones among them.

However, many things often backfire.

Among the remaining magic weapons, there were also money swords, Bagua mirrors, steel whips, and Sanqing bells. Zhang Yu asked two men in blue robes to appraise them one after another.

These four magical weapons are similar to the previous two. The materials are average, but the spiritual energy is strong, so the value is discounted. That's a few thousand dollars a year, and none of them are worth more than ten thousand dollars.

Even so, it has already surprised the two blue-robed stewards. After all, ordinary materials can be refined into this extraordinary magical weapon, which shows the skill of the person who refines the weapon.

When the little girl saw that none of the six magical artifacts were worth more than ten thousand, her disappointment was palpable. She knew that Zhang Yu needed precious magical weapons to save his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to exchange for the panacea with what he had on him.

The man in blue robe returned the last Sanqing Bell for identification to Zhang Yu, and then said: "Do you have any other magic weapons that need to be identified?"

"I...I still have..." The little girl saw that everything in the suitcase was taken out. In desperation, she simply reached into her arms and prepared to take out her dragnet.

"No need!" Zhang Yu naturally knew that the little girl only had such a magic weapon, so he quickly raised his hand to stop her.

Because Zhang Yu knew very well that Zhang Yinling's dragnet must be very valuable. If this is confirmed, the little girl will definitely use it to save his life. Zhang Yu did not want to use Zhang Yinling's magic weapon to save his life.

He grabbed the little girl's wrist with his hand, took Zhang Yinling's hand and put it down gently.

The little girl flattened her mouth and said in a low voice: "Our magic weapons are not of high value...just look at mine..."

"I have something else..." Zhang Yu said, letting go of Zhang Yinling's wrist, then reaching into his arms and taking out a small, delicate box.

Zhang Yu gently opened the box, which contained a round bead. The bead was completely white and emitted a soft light.

The little girl's eyes had already been fixed on the box. When she saw the beads in the box, she asked curiously: "What is this?"

Zhang Yu pretended to be mysterious and just smiled, then handed the box to the chief steward in front of him and said, "Please identify this."

The chief steward had already noticed that this thing was unusual. After taking the box, he carefully took out the beads inside.

There is no aura on the beads, only a solemn aura.

"This...this is...the relic of a Buddhist monk..." The chief steward couldn't help shouting.

"Relic..." When the man in blue robe next to him heard this, he couldn't help but exclaimed. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to take the ball from his companion's hand and take a closer look. .

But he still stopped his hand and said with a slight stutter: "Are you...are you sure...it's really the relic..."

"That's right! It's indeed a relic!" the chief steward said in a positive tone.

Then, he put the relics into the box and handed the box to the man in blue robe.

The man in blue robe took the box and carefully took out the relic. He held it in his hand and measured it for a long time, his face full of solemnity.

Finally, he nodded and said: "It is indeed a relic..."

"You two great stewards, don't you know how much my relic is worth?" Zhang Yu asked.

"It's hard to say!" the man in blue robe said seriously.

"It's hard to say...how hard to say..." Zhang Yu said in confusion.

"The relic is a priceless treasure of Buddhism. It is not a magic weapon. It seems that the Buddhists only use it for worship. As for... what it is used for, I think only the Buddhist monks know... We have never traded this in the black market. He grows things, so it is difficult for people to give him a valuation..." The man in blue robe said seriously.

"Then there can't be no price... We will participate in the auction tomorrow..." Zhang Yinling said anxiously.

"Although I can't give it a correct price, this kind of treasure is naturally for auction... whatever the price it can fetch is what it's worth..." the man in blue robe said.

"Even if it's an auction, there should be a reserve price, right..." Zhang Yu said.

"This is the lowest price..." The man in blue robe hesitated for a moment, and then said after a moment: "I will report this relic to the superiors. Please don't worry, I will definitely give you a suitable lowest price..."

"That's good, I'll thank you, the two great stewards." Zhang Yu said.

"You're welcome." The man in blue robe returned the relic to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu put the box away and said, "None of my six magical instruments are worth less than 10,000 yuan. According to the regulations of the black market, each item must pay a secret appraisal fee of 400 yuan. Where can I pay this money?"

"You don't have to hand it over." The man in blue robe said calmly.