Chapter 2495 Twenty Thousand Yuan Treasure

A mourning stick is worth 10,000 yuan, which is really hard to believe.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Tang Qixuan, wanting to see what the chief steward had to say.

Tang Qi It’s better to feel it for yourself first.”

Obviously, Tang Qixuan could see that the young man was not very capable, and it was this old guy who really had the strength.

Seeing Tang Qixuan say this, the old man nodded slightly and took the mourning stick.

In just a moment, the old man's expression changed and he said in surprise: "This evil spirit is really evil..."

Tang Qixuan said slowly: "Not everyone can control this mourning stick, which makes it different from other magical weapons and has limitations. However, no one can deny its value. Let's talk about the materials for making this mourning stick first. It is not an ordinary material for refining magic weapons. It is neither gold nor silver nor copper nor iron. Even I can't tell what kind of material it is made of... Then let's talk about the evil aura on it. The weirdness in it is even more... It’s hard to describe... The Black and White Impermanence of the King of Hell Sect was so powerful back then that it made people frightened. If this magic weapon didn’t have some mystery, I’m afraid it would have been killed long ago..."

At the end of the sentence, he looked at the old man, stretched out his hand, and said calmly: "So you think the valuation I gave should be fair..."

"Justice!" The old man nodded helplessly and returned the mourning stick to Tang Qixuan.

Even the old man himself now recognized the value of the mourning stick after appraising it. Naturally, everyone present knew that what Tang Qixuan said was absolutely correct.

Many people really couldn't believe that a magic weapon that Zhang Yu took out at random was worth ten thousand yuan.

"It's really worth so much." "Good guy, this is too awesome." "He also has a magic weapon in his suitcase. One magic weapon is enough to qualify for the auction house." "Isn't it? , I don’t know how much the other magic weapons are worth.” “I guess they shouldn’t be worth much. Maybe they took out the most precious ones when they came up.” “It’s also possible.”…

Everyone was talking a lot, but the little girl Zhang Yinling could no longer contain her excitement. Excited, she clenched her pink fist, her body trembling a little. When the old man personally admitted the value of this mourning stick, Zhang Yingling was so excited that she almost jumped up.

The little girl looked directly at Mr. Xiangsheng and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "I just saw you playing the harp, now you know how powerful it is! You deserve to play the harp for me! Bring me the cassock quickly!"

After seeing that the old man recognized the value of the mourning stick, the young man's face turned green and white. Now that he heard Zhang Yingling's words, he almost lost his breath.

He gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhang Yinling, and said bitterly: "You...you..."

"What am I!" the little girl said with high spirits and curled her lips: "Hurry up and bring me the cassock. There are so many people testifying at the scene, and the people in the black market are also notaries. Don't even think about defaulting on your account!"

"Who am I looking down on if I'm a deadbeat..." The young man gritted his teeth again, and then shouted: "Sissy, let's have another bet on whether you are good enough or not!"

"Just bet, who's afraid of whom? I'm just afraid that you don't have anything valuable!" Zhang Yingling was so proud that he spoke without thinking. This is also because, in her eyes, Zhang Yu can definitely win.

When everyone present heard that they wanted to bet, they became more energetic. Everyone wanted to see what the bet was this time and whether the young man could come up with a more valuable magic weapon. Everyone understands that since you dare to gamble, it means that the value of this magic weapon must be at least more than 10,000 yuan, otherwise, you are not qualified to gamble at all.

The young man said sternly: "I have another magic weapon here. It's still a bet to see whose value is higher. If I win, you return the cassock to me. If I lose, this magic weapon will be lost." For you guys!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man beside him immediately said: "Master, you can't gamble anymore! Give him the cassock!"

"No..." The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he never expected that the old man would ask him to hand over his cassock. The young man said eagerly: "Give him the cassock. How will we explain to my father when we go back?"

"I'm willing to admit defeat and give it to him!" This time, the old man said seriously.

His eyes were fixed on the young man, and his tone did not allow for disobedience.

Seeing the old man like this, the young man felt a sudden shock in his heart and said reluctantly: "Okay, okay...give it to him, give it to him..."

The old man made a gesture to the middle-aged man under his command. The middle-aged man understood what it meant. If you make a bet in the black market and ask people from the black market to be witnesses, you can't cheat. If you lose, you can only accept it as bad luck. .

The middle-aged man took out the cassock and presented it to the old man. The old man threw the cassock on the counter with displeasure and said immediately: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he walked directly out of the crowd.

The young man and the two middle-aged men just followed him away, but the faces of the young man were still full of reluctance and hatred. But Zhang Yingling still looked at him triumphantly, curled her lips and said with a smile: "You deserve it, I make you squeal... Be honest this time..."

Everyone saw the unhappy faces of the four old men. When they came over, they all moved out of the way to let the four people pass by.

The four of them didn't go to the appraisal stand for the upright magic weapon. They just walked outside. This is true, after losing such a big person, there is no intention to conduct appraisal again.

When he was almost reaching the stairs, the young man said bitterly: "What do you mean, why don't you let me gamble with him anymore? As long as we take out this thing, we will definitely win!"

"We will definitely win, how do you know? What if we lose?" the old man said.

"How could we lose..." the young man said unconvinced.

"I'll tell you the truth, that mourning stick has an ancient aura on it and is definitely a magical weapon from the Ming Dynasty!" the old man said seriously.

"I know this, so what? Is it more valuable than ours?" The young man was still dissatisfied. "When I left home, my father made a stock price, and it was worth at least 20,000 yuan!"

"I know..." the old man said calmly.

"You knew it and you still stopped me?" the young man said dissatisfied.

"Because we are not sure of victory, and we cannot afford to lose this thing!" the old man said seriously.

"How could there be no winner for me... I can't afford to lose, but I will definitely win..." the young student said strongly.

"Do you think he only has such a mourning stick? Let me tell you, this kind of magical weapon with hundreds of years of history will never appear at all. If it does appear, there will be piles of it!" The old man said seriously! : "It's like copper coins in unearthed cultural relics. Once unearthed, there are several baskets of them..."