Wang Mo, who didn't know that Yang Shan'er was troubled, was following a maid to a window at this time.

"Steward Zhang, this gentleman wants to buy a demon core!" the maid bowed to the middle-aged man.

The steward waved his hand to let the maid retreat, and said to Wang Mo: "I don't know what level of demon core the guest officer needs?"

"Below the fourth grade, the more the merrier!"

"Uh!" Steward Zhang glanced at Wang Mo in surprise, although the other party's cultivation was a threefold qi refining and a fourth-grade demon core that was just right, but the dress was too ordinary, and the more he opened his mouth, the better, which had to make him feel a little suspicious.

But as a manager of a trading firm, his professional ethics are still quite good, and he immediately said: "It's good to say, the third-grade demon core is each a hundred lower grade yuan stones, the second-grade demon core is each fifty lower grade yuan stones, and the first-grade demon core is ten lower grade yuan stones each!"

Wang Mo looked at the other party's expression, his brows furrowed slightly, he naturally understood what the other party meant, and after a little thought in his heart, he took out something from his arms and handed it to Steward Zhang.

When Steward Zhang saw the card-like object, his pupils immediately shrank, and he bowed his hand and said, "Please sit down inside and fetch it for you right away!"

Seeing that Steward Zhang was in a hurry to leave, Wang Mo didn't say anything, and the difference in Steward Zhang's attitude before and after was obviously that the card played a role.

Steward Zhang was anxious at this time, of course what was the card he recognized, it was a VIP card of a trading firm, not an ordinary VIP card.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been so nervous, because he remembered that a few months ago, his own lady had ordered that if the stewards saw a special VIP card, they would have to receive their master and report it immediately.

As an old man in the bank, he recognized it at a glance before, and that it was Miss Feng Yiyi's order to pay attention to, of course he didn't dare to slack off.

After about a cup of tea, the door opened again, Wang Mo's brows furrowed tightly, and he looked at the person who came.

An old man with a white beard looked at the man in his thirties in front of him with a slightly surprised expression, although his appearance was completely different from his impression, but as a veteran appraiser, he believed that his eyesight would never go wrong.

The person who came was none other than Chai Zhonghui, who had a relationship with Wang Mo, an appraiser of a trading firm!

Although the other party's face and body shape have changed, he recognized it at a glance, and the man in front of him must be the man who sold a batch of high-grade magic weapons to him in Jiyang City a few months ago, claiming to be Mo Cang.

Although I don't know why the other party has changed his appearance, the old Chai Zhonghui will naturally not expose it, and said to the steward behind him: "You go down, I will entertain this little friend!"

Watching Steward Zhang leave, Chai Zhonghui closed the door at this time, turned around and smiled slightly: "Hehe, Mo Xiaoyou, I haven't seen you for many days, it's good lately!"

When Wang Mo saw the other party open his mouth, he called out his identity, and he no longer covered it up at the moment, and said calmly: "Chai Laohui's eyes are like torches!"

"Hehe, I heard that Xiaoyou is here to buy demon cores?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it to lead Chai Lao out!" Wang Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking about it before and after, he didn't expect that a VIP card would expose his identity, so the other party didn't seem to have any bad intentions.

Chai Zhonghui smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe the storage bag, and the light flashed one after another, and he saw three more black wooden boxes two feet square on the table.

Slowly opened, he felt a strong vitality coming from the surface, and Wang Mo saw that it was exactly what he needed for this trip, and each box contained about 100 pieces.

Wang Mo stretched out his hand and handed the ring to Chai Zhonghui, but the other party didn't take it, just looked at him playfully.

This made Wang Mo feel quite uncomfortable, he was stared at by Qiong Ya, who was more beautiful than a woman, and was scrutinized like this by an old guy.

In desperation, Wang Mo had to reach out and wipe the storage bag, and saw that there were suddenly more than a dozen magic weapons of different colors and styles, but emitting a fiery aura on the table.

Chai Zhong would look at the soldiers, and in his eyes, he could naturally see that these were high-grade magic weapons, and they were also the best of the high-grade magic weapons.

Gently picked up one of the long knives and stroked it carefully, then smiled at Wang Mo and said, "Hehe, Mo Xiao's friendly means!"

Hearing this in Wang Mo's ears, it has an inexplicable meaning, I don't know if this old guy is praising his casting skills, or if he has other intentions.

If it's okay to praise the craftsmanship, if he guesses something else from it, then it's...

After handing over the Yuanshi, Wang Mo left the auction house with an inexplicable thought, and he had no intention of participating in the upcoming auction conference.

......

"Second Miss, this is what that man sold!" On the top floor of the auction conference, in a luxurious room, Chai Zhonghui said to a beautiful woman with a respectful face.

"Uncle Chai, how many times have you said it, you watched me grow up, just call me Yiyi!" Feng Yiyi took the ring, and her tone was slightly coquettish.

"Etiquette can't be abolished, old slave back then..."Chai Zhonghui waved his hand one after another.

"Hey!" Feng Yiyi saw this, and she didn't say much, she also knew what happened back then, although it was her father who saved Chai Zhonghui, who was hunted down by the enemy, but the other party worked hard for decades in his own business house, and took care of several sisters, so the relationship was naturally very close.

But Chai Zhonghui has never regarded himself as an elder, and still calls himself a slave, Feng Yiyi and the sisters have mentioned it many times, but they have all been rejected, and the sisters can't get down, so they can only get it.

Feng Yiyi leaned into the storage bag according to his divine sense, took out more than a dozen magic weapons one by one, and carefully observed them, and then said with a serious face: "Chai Bo, are these high-grade magic weapons really cast by that ink cang?"

"Yes, according to what the old slave has seen, the aura of these magic soldiers is quite novel, and the techniques and skills are the same as those of a few months ago, but they are more superior, it can be seen that during this period of time, the method of the Mo Cang refining weapon has entered the country!" Chai Zhonghui explained in detail, obviously very important to Wang Mo.

"If that's the case, then this person's mastery of the casting method and his own skills are probably not under the casting hall. Feng Yiyi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her face showed an incredible expression.

"What the second lady said is good, I look at the age of this son, I'm afraid it's between thirty and twenty, and this time he will hide his face, if it weren't for the mask he wore on his face, he had passed through my hand, it's really hard to be sure!" Chai Zhong will tell him what he knows.

"Oh, could it be him?" Feng Yiyi exclaimed in surprise when she heard this.

Seeing that Chai Zhonghui was puzzled, Feng Yiyi told her little sister Feng Linglong what had happened.

"It seems that it must be that person!" Chai Zhonghui listened to it, thought for a while, and then affirmed.

When Feng Yiyi heard this, she nodded slightly, thinking of the previous reunion with her little sister, the appearance of the other party she described, coupled with what Zhang Xunyu said, connected before and after, and guessed the matter.

But the faces of the people described by several people were all young men, and this time he took out more than a dozen high-grade magic weapons, and the two identities of the foundation building monk and the caster were added, and the weight represented was not as simple as a family.

I really don't know how the other party cultivates, but at this age, two ordinary people, not even if they are talented, can't achieve such an achievement at the same time, it's terrifying to think about!

Thinking of this, Feng Yiyi continued: "Uncle Chai, no matter what, since the other party hides his face, he must have his own intentions, we have no grudges and hatred with the other party, and we have a life-saving grace for the fourth sister, we must not expose their identities, at this time, Xia Jing is in an eventful time, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble!"

"Miss, don't worry, the old slave is provincial!" Hearing this, Chai Zhong said respectfully, and then turned to leave.

But Chai Zhonghui didn't know that in Feng Yiyi's heart, there was a bigger conjecture.

As a trading firm all over the country, it naturally has its own intelligence system, for more than a month, it has been rumored in Xia Jing that the Zhuo family and the Chi family, the two main cities of Tianwu County, have been tragically destroyed.

And Xia Jing also sent a lot of good hands to investigate, but it was also in vain, this matter was spread throughout Xia Jing after that, and for a while, it was actually a matter of being intercepted and killed halfway by someone who overshadowed the Casting Hall in the early stage of the conference!

Feng Yiyi, as a descendant of the Feng family, naturally knows all about this information, coupled with the events of four years ago told by her third sister, a flash of light crossed her mind like a lightning flint.

Feng Yiyi, who was a little distracted by her guess, unconsciously reached out to cover her red lips, and it took a while to come to her senses, but there was no one else here, otherwise, this scene was seen by outsiders, and I don't know how many men would be killed.

Feng Yiyi slightly cleaned up her mood, suppressed what she thought in her heart, and went out, but the top priority at this time was to preside over the auction.

I have to say that this Feng Yiyi is talented and intelligent, just from a little bit of information, he guessed Wang Mo's origin eight or nine inseparable, if Wang Mo knew what Feng Yiyi was thinking at this time, I don't know if he would also be shocked by the intelligence he showed.

......

When he came out, he looked left and right, and found that no one was following, so Wang Mo rushed to his residence with confidence.

The things that have happened in recent days have made Wang Mo sigh in his heart, first he was entangled by the mysterious man Qiongya, and then he met Yang Shan'er and Qin Sulan, who he hadn't seen for many years, and then he was recognized in the auction house.

Although it is not his original appearance, this series of events has made Wang Mo have a bad premonition in his heart, although this feeling has no reason at all, but Wang Mo is faintly uneasy in his heart.

It wasn't a matter of intuition, but pure instinct, emanating from the bottom of his mind.

Despite this, Wang Mo has no intention of leaving Xia Jing, after all, there is a beginning and an end to doing things, this has always been Wang Mo's heart code, if he retreats in distress, then what else does he ask for the road of the strong, the road to freedom?

Back in the courtyard, feeding the purchased demon core to the potatoes, Wang Mo looked at the screaming potatoes, let out a long breath, and under the thought of it, Wang Mo found that his realm had improved slightly, and his divine sense had also increased a lot, as if he was about to break through.