"Miss Firmament, Elder Wang's status is definitely second to none in the empire, refining master, how can you refuse......"

At this moment, even Zhuge Duhan was dissatisfied with Leng Meiying's words, in the imperial capital, even the pig basket beast knew how much benefit it would be to be a closed disciple of Wang Lao, how could she refuse.

"Yes, yes, Miss Firmament, those who want to worship Wang Lao as a teacher can line up from the East City Gate to the West Street, what an honor, how can you refuse? Hurry up and kowtow! ”

For a while, everyone looked at Leng Meiying as if they were looking at aliens.

"Hehe, the young master laughed, this girl's refining level is on par with mine, no, at least I can't refine such a high level of space equipment, how can I be qualified to be this girl's teacher, but I want to ask the girl about the refining techniques of this space equipment......"

The kindness on Wang Lao's face is not the kind of seniors who take care of the younger generations at all, but like the kind of professional exchanges between peers.

Wang Lao's words fell in the eyes of Zhuge Duhan and others, but they were another flavor.

The three major refining sect masters of the Imperial Refining Guild, the highest worship of the Zhuge family, and the first person in the appraisal world, Wang Lao would actually admit that he was not as good as a young girl's refining level!

It was like a depth charge, which shook everyone speechless at first, and after half a bang, everyone either marveled or fell to the ground.

God, is it Lord of the Rings? Or is everyone dreaming?

It took half a sound for everyone to recover from the shock, and at this time, Leng Meiying's black figure became unfathomable in their eyes.

Master Hong's face was as pale as he was, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

Thinking of Leng Meiying's rude behavior before, and looking at her indifferent demeanor, it turned out that it was not that she couldn't refine things, but that she didn't want to be like herself at all.

It's just that when he thought of speaking ill of this master who was inferior to Wang Lao and sneering at him, Master Hong couldn't help but shudder.

"Wang Lao has a good reputation, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall of graffiti."

Leng Meiying replied calmly, the little face under the mask was not shocked, with the reserve and arrogance of a master, but at this time, this kind of answer seemed to others to be a normal performance, after all, even Wang Lao admitted that his attainments were not as advanced as her.

Zhuge Duhan regained his composure after a short period of distraction, took the ring from Wang Lao's hand, and stared at Leng Meiying.

"Miss Firmament, are you planning to auction this ring?"

After getting Leng Meiying's affirmative answer, Zhuge Duhan said with a straight face: "Well, today happens to be an auction once every half a month, and we can sell this thing as a finale treasure." ”

Leng Meiying breathed a sigh of relief, and at that moment, under the guidance of Zhuge Duhan and Wang Lao, he left the living room and entered the VIP hall of the auction hall instead.

As soon as the three of them left, Master Hong fell to the ground softly and couldn't get up, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

And none of the other Guardian Martial Artists who had been bothering him went up to help him, not even to talk to him.

This idiot actually dares to offend a top refiner, he simply doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!