The bald man looked a little rustic in his clothes, and there was a hint of nervousness on his face. He seemed reluctant to open the cloth bag he was holding.

At this time, the fat man in luxurious clothes said, "Are you going to sell it or not? If so, take it out quickly. Everyone here is worth over a billion. Who could possibly be short of such a small amount of money?"

The bald man's eyes swept over everyone, lingering on Ye Qingxue's face for two seconds. Then he lowered his head and said, "This thing of mine is very valuable... You... are not allowed to keep looking at it. Just a few glances will be enough!"

As he spoke, the bald man placed the cloth bag on the eight-immortals table and then opened it.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the cloth bag.

As the first layer of cloth in the bag was opened, another layer of cloth appeared inside.

Keep opening, the third floor...

Long Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

As soon as the third layer was opened, everyone could feel a sudden chill, as if someone in the room had turned on the air conditioner.

Finally, the bald man opened the last layer of the cloth bag.

A blue bead only the size of a palm appeared in front of everyone.

There is a faint halo on the beads.

"This is……"

Ye Qingxue looked at the beads, her expression was a little confused at first, and then she suddenly woke up.

"Is this a magical weapon!?"

The bald man did not answer.

Master Chen, who was sitting next to Ye Qingxue, nodded and said, "No... This is not just a magical weapon, it's also an antique!"

"What a good thing! A magical instrument... I haven't seen one in a few years."