Skilled in managing a house

200,000!

It's just a joke. Who can have a magic weapon worth 200,000 yuan on his body?

However, Thief Eye has the qualification to be proud now, because what he said is absolutely correct, "Rules are rules, and the rules of the black market will never change for anyone."

Sure enough, the man in blue robe also said: "This distinguished guest, please sit down. This is the rule of our black market. No matter how valuable you are, the black market will not make an exception. If we make an exception, everyone else will do the same in the future. Aren’t the black market auctions in chaos?”

Zhang Yu also knew that it was difficult for the black market to conduct another appraisal, so he did this just for the last chance of survival. After the other party said this, he had no choice but to say helplessly.

"Is he really dying of poison..." The young man kept looking at Zhang Yu. He could see Zhang Yu's loneliness and Zhang Yinling's despair.

The young man then looked at the middle-aged man beside him and whispered: "Master... can you lend him our magic weapon..."

"Huh?" After hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned and said in surprise: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know...why should we lend it to him..." the middle-aged man said.

"I believe that he will definitely pay it back...and he must still have precious magic weapons on him...ask him to count them when the time comes..." the young man said in a low voice.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, looked at the young man carefully, and after a moment, said: "You are my most beloved disciple. Although I don't know why you do this, I believe you!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man opened the suitcase and first took out a string of copper rings. This string of copper rings were tied together with ropes and looked like they could all be worn on the wrist. He then took out a dark golden bone fan. This bone fan was not folded completely, and you could see some colorful butterflies painted on the fan.

The middle-aged man handed the thing to the young man and said, "Take it."

"Thank you, Master!" The young man couldn't help but be moved when he saw the middle-aged man actually giving him the thing.

You know, I didn't tell Zhang Yu's identity. I lent two magic weapons to Zhang Yu, and I didn't know if I could take them back. However, based on his own affirmation, the master actually borrowed it.

This trust is really indescribable.

The young man stood up and walked quickly to Zhang Yu's side. No one left their seats at the scene, and no one expected that a young man would suddenly act like this.

Many people's eyes were immediately attracted to the young man. After the young man came to Zhang Yu, he put the things directly on the table and said, "You kept this with me. Now take it and use it."

"You are..." Zhang Yu was obviously stunned for a moment, because he didn't know this young man at all, let alone a magical weapon stored there.

He stood up immediately, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. But vaguely, Zhang Yu realized that he seemed to know this person. It's just that everyone is wearing makeup, so you can't tell who it is. Obviously, the other party probably recognized him.

"Thank you..." Zhang Yu reacted quickly and said immediately: "Have you appraised these two magical weapons?"

"After appraisal, the total value is 25,000 yuan!" said the young man.

Upon hearing this number, Zhang Yu's heart suddenly went cold. The main thing I can use on my body is the relic. The relic is worth 30,000 yuan. Adding these two magic weapons, it is only 55,000 yuan. Even if I can bring out another magic weapon to offset the amount, it is impossible. More than 70,000 yuan.

However, at this time, the man in blue robe on the stage seemed to have no intention of giving Zhang Yu a chance. After all, in his eyes, rules are rules and cannot be broken by anyone.

"70,000 yuan for the third time!" the man in blue robe shouted.

After a three-second pause, the man in blue robe raised his gavel and shouted: "Deal for 70,000 yuan!"

With a "pop" sound, the gavel fell onto the table.

"It's over..." In an instant, Zhang Yinling's tears fell directly.

"You are really poisoned..." The young man looked at Zhang Yu and said sadly.

"It's nothing." Zhang Yu shook his head and said.

Then, he picked up the two magical instruments on the table and gave them back to the young man, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The young man said.

The two of them stood talking, but no one cared about them. The man in blue robes on the stage just said loudly: "Now it is up to the winning bidder to bring the magic weapon to the stage for the transaction!"

The ruthless eyebrows and rat eyes immediately stood up and carried a large box onto the stage.

Zhang Yu's magical weapons are all in his place, including a soul-binding rope, a black token, and the two magical weapons he had previously used to rotate the Black Iron Vajra. These four magical instruments alone are worth 48,000 yuan together.

When they got to the stage, they sat down at the trading table. They took out the four magical artifacts first, and then took out a magical artifact worth 18,000 yuan and a magical artifact worth 4,000 yuan.

Putting these magic weapons together, they cost exactly 70,000 yuan.

The two parties made the delivery, each took out a 2% risk deposit, then put the things into the box, stepped down and left, returning to their positions.

When he went back, he deliberately looked towards Zhang Yu again, his face even more proud. But at this stall, he suddenly felt suffocated. Then, as if he had no strength at all, he fell to the ground with a "pop".

At the same time, the man in blue robe on the stage had already said: "Now take out the next piece and take a photo..."

However, before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a "pop".

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"...

Almost at the same time, the people sitting in the auction hall fell to the ground one after another. Not only these guests, but also people in the black market fell down one after another. Zhang Yu, Zhang Yinling, and that young man were no exception. Zhang Yu was originally talking to the young man, but he actually wanted to find out who this young man was who took the initiative to help him.

It's just that this suddenness is really unexpected. Zhang Yu felt suffocated, and he fell to the ground without any strength left.

"Uh uh uh……"……

Everyone here seems to be out of breath.

wrong! There were two other people sitting. They sat in the middle of the auction table and looked inconspicuous. But when everyone fell down, these two talents were very conspicuous.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The two men laughed and stood up from their chairs together. The two of them glanced around, as if looking at a group of dead people. Their laughter was full of pride, and it was even worse than their sly looks just now.

These two people looked equally inconspicuous. Judging from their appearance, they were both in their thirties, with ordinary looks. It was unknown whether they wore special makeup. It’s just that their ordinary looks are the kind that would not be remembered even if they were thrown into a crowd.