Just as the white-bearded old ghost was on his way to the appraisal room, a person was already taking the lead in appraising the items in front of the appraisal window.

The appraiser is a monk who looks extremely old, but this monk actually has the cultivation level of the integration stage. Although it is only the early stage of integration, it is quite rare for an appraiser to have such strength.

After carefully examining the several magic weapons on the table, the appraiser raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Situ, the value of these auction items is not particularly high, but it is not bad. In the past two days,

It should be auctioned off."

"Okay, you can arrange these yourself."

Situ Shaofeng smiled leisurely.

Although Lin Dasheng did not come to participate in the auction, which made him feel very unhappy, it did not affect his ability to make extra money.

Nowadays, the status of the Weihai Gang is rising in the entire Xihua City. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Weihai Gang is the leading force in Xihua City.

As the young gang leader of the Weihai Gang, Situ Shaofeng also became more and more aggressive.

He was quite a playboy before, but compared to now, he pales into insignificance.

These magic weapons were all collected by Situ Shaofeng from the monks who came to join the Weihai Gang. Those monks were also happy to bribe Situ Shaofeng. One was willing to beat and the other was willing to suffer. Now Situ Shaofeng only had his own personal assets.

It has reached nearly 100 million low-grade spiritual stones.

Now that the auctions are all organized by the Weihai Gang, for Situ Shaofeng, handling fees do not exist at all.

Thinking that he would receive a large amount of spiritual stones in the next few days, Situ Shaofeng was in an especially good mood.

After stretching, Situ Shaofeng walked out leisurely.

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

When the two of them met each other, they were both stunned.

After the white-bearded old ghost was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly changed. He never expected that Situ Shaofeng would appear here.

Thinking of that day of Xunhuanju, the white-bearded old ghost began to feel frightened. He now hoped that Situ Shaofeng would not remember him. After all, he was just one of the hundreds of monks.

"We haven't seen each other for more than a month. He, the majestic young leader of the Weihai Gang, shouldn't be so interested in me, a young cultivator in the transformation stage, right?"

The white-bearded old ghost thought in his mind, but did not speak. He lowered his head and hurriedly walked towards the appraisal window.

Situ Shaofeng glanced at the old ghost with white beard thoughtfully. Situ Shaofeng vaguely felt that he had seen the old ghost with white beard somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Shaking his head, Situ Shaofeng felt that he might be too sensitive. He saw so many monks on a daily basis. How could he remember such a small person one by one?

Seeing that Situ Shaofeng didn't notice him, the white-bearded old ghost felt a big stone falling to the ground in his heart. He laughed to himself, walked to the window, and sent the high-grade magic weapon he planned to consign for appraisal.

The appraiser raised his eyelids: "Leave it here and leave a message slip. I will notify you if it is auctioned."

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. The auction house's consignment rule is within twenty-four hours. If no one bids,

The seller will be notified to come and take back the consigned items.

As long as someone participates in the bidding, 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 spiritual stones as liquidated damages.

What the white-bearded old ghost is auctioning this time is a top-grade magic weapon or a treasure armor. This kind of thing is even more popular in the market than the magic weapon Flying Sword.

Therefore, regardless of the final bidding result, the white-bearded old ghost must stay in Xihua City for twenty-four hours, unless he does not want the money after selling the magic weapon.

For some reason, the white-bearded old ghost always had an ominous premonition, but now that he had chosen to sell it on consignment, if he suddenly regretted it at this time, I am afraid that the old man in charge of the appraisal would not agree.

Thinking of this, the white-bearded old ghost knew that he had no choice. He secretly told himself that there was nothing wrong and he must be overly worried.

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

Many monks greeted him along the way. After all, the white-bearded old ghost was a frequent visitor to Xihua City. He was also relatively old and had decent strength. The most important thing was that his facial features were very obvious, so a large number of monks knew him.

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

After a hurried greeting, the white-bearded old ghost came to the inn, gritted his teeth, took out a medium-grade spiritual stone, and opened a nice upper room.

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

The headquarters of the Weihai Gang has now been moved to the location where the Zhenhai Gang used to be, so it's not that far away from the auction.

On the way, a monk's eyes lit up when he saw Situ Shaofeng. He quickly ran over and said respectfully: "Master Situ."

"Um."

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

"Is something wrong?"

Situ Shaofeng asked calmly.

"That's it, young master. I am from the Weihai Gang. Gang Leader Lu captured a monk before. His strength... Well, in the late stage of becoming a god, he was the one who used to do a performance business for demon girls in Xunhuanju. What's his name? With..."

The monk rubbed his head and thought.

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

"Yes, that's him!"

The monk patted his head and said.

"Haha, good, good work, receive the reward."

Situ Shaofeng laughed twice and threw a storage bag to the monk. There were about a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones in it, which was considered a small fortune for this monk who was only at the Nascent Soul stage.

Situ Shaofeng, on the other hand, couldn't wait to rush towards the Weihai Gang headquarters.

However, not long after running out, Situ Shaofeng suddenly stopped.

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

It seems that that day, in Xunhuanjuli, the old man with white beard was also present.

And... I helped that Great Sage Lin speak.

Situ Shaofeng originally didn't believe in friendship. In his opinion, the only relationship between monks was interests.

But after seeing the relationship between Zhang Xiong and others and his father Situ Bo, the thought in Situ Shaofeng's mind has faded a little, but he still firmly believes that if he hadn't had a fateful relationship with the kind of monk, he would never Help each other.

"This monk's name is White Bearded Old Ghost. I remembered that that day he helped the monk Lin Dasheng speak. It probably means that the relationship between the two is very good. If..."
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