Beast

In the hall on the first floor of Jiabaozhai, hundreds of monks seemed crowded, and there were still monks walking in. As soon as they entered the door and saw the situation, they couldn't help but be startled. Why were everyone looking straight at one place, and they couldn't help but walk softly.

Find an open space and look up.

Ai Lao turned his withered palms and looked at all the fragments that looked like the tip of a knife. The old voice did not waver and said, "Looking at its shape, it is four inches long and about two inches wide. It is very similar to the tip of a single sword in the world."

Immediately, the tone remained unchanged, but the topic changed: "However, its material is not gold, silver, copper and iron."

"It should be a kind of ore," Ai Lao said uncertainly.

Everyone was the same, but Yang Qing was very confused. The tip of the knife seemed to be so smooth that the surface of the fragments was smooth. From the texture, one could not tell that the material was made of minerals, but he did not question it.

Most of the ores that can be used to refine weapons contain metals, such as cold iron ore. If you want to use this to make weapons, you need to refine the raw cold iron ore into cold iron, and then use the cold iron to refine magic weapons. I have not heard of this method.

Weapons are forged from minerals. He doesn't know how to refine weapons, so he doesn't dare to speak nonsense.

"The blade is sharp, but it is only comparable to low-grade swords."

"The surface is as smooth as a mirror, with no patterns engraved on it, and the pattern of the break here is difficult to determine."

Yang Qing was a little dissatisfied. The old man said that the fragment was worthless, but he could not give a reason to refute it.

Ai Lao said this, his wrinkled eyelids were slightly closed, his dry palms glowed with cyan light, and the light flowed like water, wrapping the fragments like the tip of a knife, and the water-like cyan essence flowed along the lines and merged into it.

The vein-like holes at the break.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the knife seemed to be shaken by fragments, and white light flashed slightly. The cyan essence retreated and disintegrated like a savage beast. In the blink of an eye, not a trace of essence was attached to the tip of the knife, and Ai Lao's expression became weird.

Ai Lao's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was thinking, and no one said anything to urge or disturb him.

Yang Qing had seen that shimmering white light once before, and that time it knocked him down.

"I have appraised countless things in my life, but I can't see through this. I have some speculations for you," Ai Lao said calmly, raising his eyelids.

"I hope Mr. Ai can give me some advice!" Yang Qing cupped his fists and said gently. He was not too entangled in the fragments in his heart. After all, no matter what his predecessor was, it was just a fragment at this time and of little use.

"It is difficult to determine whether there are formation patterns engraved on the inside of this fragment. This is because there are too few remaining patterns. The white light that appears is not caused by the patterns."

"If this fragment is the tip of a knife, then before it was damaged, the knife must have been a top-grade magic weapon, or even a spiritual treasure," Ai Lao said with a little pity.

As soon as these words came out, many monks were already in a panic. Not to mention the Lingbao, no one could see the high-grade magic weapon. The Lingbao had only been heard about. This was far beyond Yang Qing's expectation, and he couldn't help but panic.

He asked, "Ai Lao, why are you so sure?"

Ai Lao waved his hand slightly to signal him not to make any noise. After everyone stopped talking, he said calmly, "I once identified the fragments of the middle-grade magic weapon. Although it is stronger than the high-grade magic weapon, it is all due to the array pattern. It is difficult to make it different due to the material.

Not corroded, not damaged, not manipulated.”

Ai Lao's tone was calm, but there was still shock in his words.

"Ai Lao, does this blade tip have other uses?" Yang Qing said eagerly with a hint of unwillingness.

He didn't believe that magic weapons or spiritual treasure fragments could be so useless!

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If it is a magic weapon or a fragment of a spiritual treasure, it is because there are too few formation patterns engraved on the tip of the knife and its power is not as powerful as a lower-grade magic weapon. It can be used as a defensive magic weapon, but it is too

It’s a little too small.” There was ridicule in Ai Lao’s regretful tone.

Many monks burst into laughter, and 'Brother Guang', who had been identified by Yang Qing before, laughed the most happily. The loud laughter was filled with inexplicable relief.

Yang Qing was not angry because of the laughter. Although he was slightly disappointed in his heart, he knew this fact a long time ago. At this time, he just shattered the luck in his heart and said in a dull voice, "Ai Lao,

It may be possible to identify the value of this object."

Ai Lao's wrinkled lips were slightly raised, he smiled lightly, and said leisurely, "Don't worry, little friend, I haven't finished what I said yet."

Yang Qing was slightly stunned, thinking to himself, "You old boy, you can't fool me", but it didn't show on his face, and he said gently, "Ai Lao, please speak."

Many monks were also waiting quietly. The thin monk behind Yang Qing, who looked slightly anxious, was waiting patiently with his hands firmly pressed on his clothes, while the young man with strong physique was holding his right arm tightly.

Then he weighed his head and tilted his head, waiting to see the joke.

"To say that it is the tip of a sword is just based on the shape. There is no trace of the weapon refining techniques in the fragment itself, and there are very few sword-like magic weapons and spiritual treasures. This is because the shape limits the carving of its formation patterns. Therefore.

, the possibility that this fragment is a magic weapon or a spiritual treasure fragment is very small."

Yang Qing rubbed his left arm gently and said to himself, "You old boy really did this to embarrass me." His face couldn't help but darken.

The heat and unfairness in the expressions of many monks disappeared.

"Little friend, do you think this fragment looks like a pen?" Ai Lao asked with a slight smile.

"Bi Feng?" Yang Qing was confused, not knowing what he meant, and his calm expression softened slightly.

"The tip of the pen is like a knife!" Ai Lao stopped asking, but said with a slight solemnity, "I think this fragment is not the tip of the knife at all, but the tip of the pen."

Ignoring everyone's surprised looks, Ai Lao said to himself, "A monk who has cultivated to the heavens has unimaginable magical powers. Not only can the sky collapse and the earth shatter with every move he makes, but he also has the ability to turn decay into miraculous things."

"It is very likely that this fragment is not a magic weapon, a fragment of a spiritual treasure, or even a magic weapon, but the strokes of a word, a pen edge!"

There was no coldness in Yang Qing's face, and he was as shocked as the other monks.

"I guess that an enigmatic monk carved a word on the rock wall, and the fragments are the rocks peeled off by the pen." Ai Lao said loudly, clearly he was equally shocked.

This wild guess makes people shocked, but they don't really believe it. The shape of this fragment is similar to a knife-like pen, but what kind of rock has such magic, and what kind of monk has such strength.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is possible that this fragment has no array patterns, only veins and vein-like holes, and Ai Lao judged that its material seems to be ore.

Yang Qing stared straight at the fragment in Ai Lao's hand, his head was a little dazed, and he came back to his senses after a while. Then he thought again, whether it is a fragment of a magic weapon or a spiritual treasure, or a single stroke of writing, it cannot change the fragment and it is of no use.

He secretly laughed at himself and asked calmly, "Ai Lao, how much is this fragment worth?"

Seeing Yang Qing regain his composure so quickly, Ai Lao's eyes flashed with surprise. He stroked his snow-white beard and said sternly, "The fragments have no research value. As for monks, few are good at collecting and enjoying them. Only its independent defense has value.

However, the shape is too small, so it cannot be recognized as the master, nor can it be used as a weapon. Holding it with the palm of your hand will cut your skin, and it is worth about a hundred spiritual stones."

"In Luoji City, there won't be higher prices," Ai Lao said with certainty.

The "hundred pieces of spiritual stone" obviously surprised many monks. It was the price of a medium-grade magic weapon. These fragments were so precious. They couldn't help but feel jealous and jealous again.

"Thank you Mr. Ai for the appraisal. This thing belongs to my friend. I cannot trade it with Jianbaozhai." He was very satisfied with the value but could not sell it, so he said calmly.

He did not feel any apology for refusing to trade, and said again, "Ai Lao, how much is the appraisal fee?"

"It doesn't matter, the fragments are useless when they arrive at Jianbaozhai. I have no intention of acquiring them, so there is no need to pay for the appraisal," Ai Lao said nonchalantly.

This made Yang Qing feel embarrassed. Before, 'Brother Guang''s appraisal seemed to be too much, but even if he checked it carefully, the result was almost the same. And Mr. Ai even conducted the appraisal himself, which made Yang Qing more confident about Jianbaozhai.

The dissatisfaction has disappeared.

It is a rule to pay a spiritual stone after appraising the treasure, but with Ai Lao's identity, it is not easy for him to give out a spiritual stone.

"Haha, little friend, if you are in trouble, just follow the rules. My disciple of Zhai Baozhai was careless first, and I made it up for him. In this way, the treasure appraisal will cost one spiritual stone." Ai Lao smiled slightly and said calmly.

Yang Qing secretly praised Ai Laoming's reasoning, thinking that he had a villain's heart before, so he turned over his hand and took out a spiritual stone, bowed and presented it with both hands.

Ai Lao took the spirit stone and put it on the table. He turned around and held the stairs, climbed up the steps, and said lightly, "Be careful when appraising treasures. Don't smash the signboard of Jianbao Zhai."

No matter what they thought in their hearts, the treasure appraisers in the hall all responded respectfully, and the monks present all showed respect for Mr. Ai.

Yang Qing glanced at 'Brother Guang', whose face was neither red nor white, retrieved the fragments and put them into the Xumi gourd. He watched Ai Lao walk into the second floor, and then walked towards the door. The purpose of this trip had been achieved, even though it was fragments

The origin is getting more and more confusing, but the value is already clear.

The originally suspended treasure appraisal resumed, and just when Yang Qing reached the threshold, there was another quarrel in the hall.

Yang Qing had no intention of watching the excitement, but when he heard the sound, he became interested. He turned around and leaned against the door frame to watch the two people arguing.

The two monks who were arguing fiercely were no one else. One was the strong young man who pushed Yang Qing's shoulder, and the other was the thin monk behind Yang Qing. The two were similar in age, and the quarrel became louder and louder.

The bigger it is, the more you can tell the reason as soon as you hear it.

It was for no other reason than that the strong young man wanted to jump in the queue and appraise the treasure first because of his acquaintance with 'Brother Guang'.

The thin monk would not have had the same experience as him in the past. But before, he saw a strong young man being knocked away by Yang Qing. If he gave in now, he would look very cowardly in comparison.

They started quarreling with him.

The strong young man was quite arrogant. He jumped in line without any reason. If 'Brother Guang' hadn't scolded him coldly, he would have hit him with his hand.

Many monks looked on with cold eyes. Only the person behind the thin monk was dissatisfied and complained.

"You two leave quickly and treat the Treasure Appraisal Studio as nothing. You are so rude. I will never appraise treasures for you two again." 'Brother Guang' scolded him angrily. This kind of thing happens all the time. I would just turn a blind eye in the past.

Close one's eyes and rarely try to stop it. After all, as long as one party gives in, everything will be fine.

But it's different today. His behavior has already caused Ai Lao's dissatisfaction and he can no longer cause trouble.