Ye Sheng did not return to the space station, and directly let Haoyue teleport to the next plane.

When he first arrived, the soul and body had not yet fully merged, and his sense of hearing became more sensitive between the ups and downs of consciousness.

I just felt that there was a lot of hustle and bustle all around.

Noisy and noisy.

Every inch of breath feels fresh and refreshing, making people feel refreshed and comfortable all over.

The boredom caused by the noise has been dispelled a little.

"Immortal Venerable"

"Qingyun Immortal Venerable"

"Clear Cloud ......"

The woman who was called Qingyun Immortal Venerable closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't help frowning when she heard this, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then a pair of blue waves were revealed on her beautiful face, as if they had been soaked in water, clear and translucent eyes without a trace of dust.

The original owner was just sitting down, and Ye Sheng didn't feel any discomfort when he came over, thinking that the body was used to such a serious and dignified posture.

"Immortal Venerable." The man's tone was a mixture of reverence and awe, and when he saw the woman looking at her, he involuntarily straightened his chest, as if a child had unconsciously behaved well in the presence of his husband.

"Is there anything wrong with the election?"

Hearing this, Ye Sheng took this opportunity to glance at the audience, the audience was densely packed with young men and girls wearing Taoist uniforms and combing their hair in buns, and looked excitedly and curiously at the hundreds of people standing in the center who were divided into two factions, the one standing at the front was only about a dozen people, and the rest were all standing obediently in the back.

And the place where she was now was on a high platform, and there were four people sitting side by side, and a man who was full of energy in middle age sat in the main seat, with an awe-inspiring momentum.

On his left hand side is an elder wearing a Taoist robe, with gray hair and dusty temperament, like an elder who is about to drive the crane west at any time, but his eyes are sharp and translucent, and there is no turbidity at all.

On the right hand side of the middle-aged man, there was a young man with outstanding appearance and good clothes, and his clothes fluttered in the breeze, like a fairy in the Nine Heavens who had fallen into the mortal dust.

On the other side of the immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world, Ye Sheng is sitting, and there is a small round table at hand, on which are placed a few transparent and moist glass teacups.

The woman quietly picked up one of the cups and handed it to her lips, her lips opened lightly, and every move of the beauty was like a fairy in a painting, which was carefully outlined and depicted by the painter.

Taking a sip, the sweet and refreshing fragrance of tea instantly swept her entire taste buds, and the muscles and veins of her whole body seemed to be warmed and moisturized by the tea flowing into her throat, and the blockages accumulated over the years of cultivation were faintly showing signs of being opened.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Receiving the woman's response of cherishing words like gold, the middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense emotions were slightly relieved, but he still didn't dare to relax completely, and looked at the fairy for help.

The latter received the gaze, shook his head helplessly, and turned to look at the woman beside him gently, and said gently: "But what's the discomfort?" ”

Ye Sheng frowned lightly again, vaguely feeling the residual emotions of the original owner, and felt that this person's expression and demeanor were so intimate that she felt a little uncomfortable.

However, she hadn't received the plot at the moment, so she had to be patient and go back along the current scene: "No, just look at this group of newcomers." ”

It's obvious that something is being selected at the moment, and the original owner has clear ears and eyes, and he can even hear the conversation of those sitting in the audience.

Hearing this, the dignified middle-aged man showed a look of excitement and surprise on his face, and secretly wondered if there were particularly good seedlings this year? Or did they step on some shit luck and were lucky enough to get the favor of Qingyun Immortal Venerable?