Just as the white-bearded old ghost was on his way to the appraisal room, one of them had already taken the lead in identifying items in front of the appraisal window.

The appraiser is a monk who looks extremely old, but this monk actually has a merger period of cultivation, although it is only the early stage of merger, but as an appraiser, it is quite rare to have such strength.

After carefully examining the few magic weapons on the table, the appraiser raised his head, and his voice was hoarse: "Young Master Situ, the value of these auction items will not be particularly high, but they are not bad, and they should be auctioned off in the next two days." ”

"Okay, you can arrange these yourself. ”

Situ Shaofeng smiled leisurely.

Although Lin Dasheng did not come to participate in the auction, he was very unhappy, but it did not affect him to make extra money.

Nowadays, the status of the Weihai Gang is rising in the entire Xihua City, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the Weihai Gang is the leader of Xihua City.

As the young gang leader of the Weihai Gang, Situ Shaofeng has also become more and more intensified.

In the past, he was good enough, but compared to now, he is a small thing.

These magic weapons were all scavenged by Situ Shaofeng on those monks who came to join the Weihai Gang, and those monks were also happy to bribe Situ Shaofeng, one was willing to fight, the other was willing to suffer, and now Situ Shaofeng's personal assets alone have reached nearly 100 million lower grade spirit stones.

Now the auctions are all from the Weihai Gang, and for Situ Shaofeng, there is no such thing as a handling fee.

Thinking that he would have a large amount of spirit stones in his account in the next few days, Situ Shaofeng was in a particularly good mood.

Stretching his waist, Situ Shaofeng walked out leisurely.

Just as he was about to reach the door, the white-bearded old ghost walked in.

As soon as the two looked at each other, they were stunned for a moment.

The white-bearded old ghost changed his complexion abruptly after being slightly flustered, he never expected Situ Shaofeng to appear here.

Thinking of the incident of Xunhuanju that day, the white-bearded old ghost began to be frightened in his heart, he now hoped that Situ Shaofeng did not remember him, after all, he was only one of the hundreds of monks.

"We haven't seen each other for more than a month, so the young gang leader of his dignified Weihai Gang shouldn't be so interested in me, a little god-stage cultivator, right?"

The white-bearded old ghost thought in his heart, but he didn't speak, lowered his head and hurriedly walked towards the appraisal window.

Situ Shaofeng glanced at the white-bearded old ghost thoughtfully, for the white-bearded old ghost, Situ Shaofeng vaguely felt as if he had seen it from somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Shaking his head, Situ Shaofeng felt that he might be too sensitive, he usually saw more monks, how could he remember all such a small person?

Seeing that Situ Shaofeng didn't notice him, the white-bearded old ghost only felt that a big stone in his heart had landed, laughed at himself, walked to the window, and sent the top-grade magic weapon he was going to consign for identification.

The appraiser raised his eyelids: "Let it go, leave a communication jade slip, if the auction goes out, I will notify you." ”

The white-bearded old ghost knew that this was a normal process, in the past, every time he came to auction something, he would stay in the city for a few days, and the auction house's rule for consignment was twenty-four hours, and if no one bid, the seller would be notified to come and take back the consignment item.

As long as someone is in the auction, it means that he will not know the result until the twenty-four hours are over.

During this period, if you want to cancel the items you auctioned, you must pay a very high amount of spirit stones as liquidated damages.

The things auctioned by the white-bearded old ghost this time are high-grade magic weapons or treasure armor, and this kind of thing is even more popular in the market than magic weapons flying swords.

Therefore, no matter what the final bidding result is, the white-bearded old ghost must stay in Xihua City for twenty-four hours, unless he doesn't want the money from the sale of the magic weapon.

For some reason, the white-bearded old ghost always has an ominous premonition, but now that he has chosen to consign, if he suddenly regrets it at this time, I am afraid that the old man in charge of the appraisal will not agree.

Thinking of this, the white-bearded old ghost also knew that he had no choice, and secretly told himself that there was nothing to do, and he should be too careful.

Leaving the auction house, the white-bearded old ghost walked all the way to an inn that he used to frequent.

There were many monks along the way to greet him, after all, the white-bearded old ghost is also a frequent visitor to Xihua City, and he is relatively old, his strength is quite passable, and the most important thing is that his facial features are very obvious, so a large number of monks know him.

And because of the white-bearded old ghost's bold personality, many monks are willing to befriend him.

After hurriedly saying hello, the white-bearded old ghost came to the inn, gritted his teeth and took out a medium-grade spirit stone, and opened a good upper room.

At the same time, after Situ Shaofeng left the auction house, he went to the headquarters of the Weihai Gang.

The headquarters of the Weihai Gang has now been changed to the location where the Zhenhai Gang was before, and it is not far from the auction.

Halfway through, a monk's eyes lit up when he saw Situ Shaofeng, and he hurriedly ran over and said respectfully, "Young Master Situ." ”

"Hmm. ”

Situ Shaofeng nodded, and was about to continue walking, but saw that the monk had no intention of leaving.

"Something?"

Situ Shaofeng asked lightly.

"It's such a young master, I'm from the Weihai Gang, and the Lu Gang Master caught a monk before, and his strength is ...... Well, in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, it is the one who used to do the performance business of demon women in Xunhuanju before, what is it called......"

The monk thought to himself, touching his head.

Situ Shaofeng's eyes lit up: "Donghua Immortal Master?!Did you catch him?"

"Yes, that's him!"

The monk patted his head and spoke.

"Haha, good, meritorious, reward. ”

Situ Shaofeng laughed twice and threw a storage bag to the monk, which contained about a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, which was a small fortune for this monk who was only in the infancy stage.

But Situ Shaofeng was a little impatient to rush to the headquarters of the Weihai Gang.

However, as soon as he ran far, Situ Shaofeng suddenly stopped.

He suddenly thought of the white-bearded old man he had just met at the auction house.

It seems that on that day, in the Joy Hunting House, the white-bearded old man was also present.

And...... I helped that Lin Dasheng to speak.

Situ Shaofeng originally didn't believe in any friendship, in his opinion, there was only a relationship of interest between monks.

But since seeing the relationship between Zhang Xiong and the others and his father Situ Bo, this idea in Situ Shaofeng's heart has only faded a little, but he still firmly believes that if it weren't for the kind of monks who had a fateful friendship, they would never help each other.

"This monk's name is the white-bearded old ghost, I remember, that **** helped Lin Dasheng to speak, it is likely to mean that the relationship between the two is excellent, if it ......"

Situ Shaofeng thought to himself, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.