The man in white robe took the mourning stick handed over by Zhang Yu, but didn't care much about it. In fact, everyone present just thought that this magic weapon was a bit special, and didn't think so.

After all, everyone has discovered that there seems to be more than one magic weapon in Zhang Yu's suitcase. Usually, the first ones to take out are the best.

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

There were two thin men in the crowd, which was not obvious. These two guys, one with a doll mask with a smile on his face and the other with a mournful face.

There are actually not many makeup items and masks in the cabin. It is really hard to explain why the two chose this one. Is it just to save trouble?

At this moment, the thin man with a smiling baby mask suddenly took a breath, then looked at the thin man with a crying baby next to him, and then whispered: "It seems that no one in China uses this guy anymore."

"It's definitely not something else." The thin man in a crying face said almost in a sure tone.

"Then where did the mourning stick in this guy's hand come from?" said the thin smiling doll in confusion.

"Who knows this..." The thin man in the crying face doll whispered: "Look at how the people in the black market identify them first."

"Okay." The smiling thin doll nodded slightly.

The two of them immediately fell on the mourning stick in the hands of the man in white robe.

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

Everyone present saw his face change, and suddenly became energetic. Some even couldn't help but mutter, "What's going on? This mourning man seems to be a little wrong. It seems that this is the case. The black market manager's face has changed. Could it be that this mourning stick is a powerful magic weapon? Is there anyone in China who uses this magic weapon? I haven't heard of it?"...

Although many people are very puzzled, some people's eyes also change drastically.

It was like two people I had met with Zhang Yu on the stairs before. One of them was a middle-aged man and the other was a young man. Now the middle-aged man suddenly took a breath.

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 Impermanence..." the middle-aged man whispered.

"Black and White Impermanence..." The young man was stunned for a moment, then whispered in confusion: "Isn't Black and White Impermanence a character in myth... Isn't there really a person..."

"According to the book, hundreds of years ago, about the Ming Dynasty, there was an evil organization called the King of Hell. There were two masters under the King of Hell, namely the Black and White Impermanence. There were countless righteous masters who died under the two... The two acted mysteriously and would never fail whenever they took action..." The middle-aged man whispered.

The young man couldn't help but be shocked and said, "So amazing, how did they do later?"

"Later, it disappeared... Even if the King of Hell was killed by the Zhengyi Sect, the two of them were not mentioned... This is the magic weapon of the two..." The middle-aged man whispered: "But ten years ago, someone had a murder case in Hangzhou. It is said that it was a black and white impermanent work, but since then, I have never heard of similar news again..."

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

"That's natural... If it's true... maybe it's the successor of Black and White Impermanence back then, maybe..." the middle-aged man whispered.

"If you say so... the legendary black and white impermanence died in Zhang..." The young man said this and suddenly vaguely, "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 it wrong. I'm talking about guys..." the young man said quickly.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It is very likely that he died at the hands of this guy. Even if it is not, it should be related to the people around him... No matter what, this person can have such things, he is definitely not an ordinary person... The black market hides dragons and tigers, and no one knows the true identity hidden under the mask... It seems that the arrogant boy is also unlucky. When he encounters a slut, his cassock will be really going to give up someone..."

The young man smiled 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. Except for his change in his face, he didn't say anything.

After a while, he turned to look at the blue-robed man Tang Qixuan and said, "Master, this mourning trick is a weirdo... I can tell the difference..."

Tang Qixuan had long discovered something was wrong. If it were an ordinary magic weapon, the man in white robe could give the result at a glance.

Tang Qixuan stood up and took two steps forward. The man in white robe presented 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 before he said, "This mourning stick is a long time ago and is a magic weapon from the Ming Dynasty. According to the evil spirit contained on it, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the magic weapon left by Bai Wuchang in the Black and White Impermanence of the King of Hell in the Ming Dynasty."

"The magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty. Where did this... such a magic weapon come from... This, this magic weapon, how much is it worth... Yes, how much is it worth..."...

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

Especially the young man and the old man around him were a little confused. The two looked at Tang Qixuan with their eyes curled up, hoping that Tang Qixuan could give a price less than 7,000 yuan.

Tang Qixuan faced the eyes of everyone, his face calmed down and said slowly: "This magic weapon is, to be precise, an exclusive magic weapon. Ordinary experts may not be able to control it. But for those who can control this magic weapon, it is a priceless treasure... So, based on the difficulty of controlling this magic weapon, the price I marked is 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 was in full swing.

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

The young man and the old man were already stunned. The young man said hurriedly: "Master, are you mistaken? How could this magic weapon be worth ten thousand yuan? Our robe is only worth seven thousand yuan, which is a magic weapon that can both defend and attack! This broken stick is just an offensive magic weapon!"
Chapter completed!