"The third floor, it won't be specially for the Weisheng family, right?" Qingluan looked through the bead curtain, left and right, and found that many people who didn't seem to be weak were all led into the second floor by the servants, and only the third floor was still empty.

"Yes." Bai Ge nodded, "The four major families have huge roots, and even the upper three sects have to give three points. ”

"So powerful?!" Qingluan glanced at Shen Yanmei on the side, tsk....

"And that's just one aspect." Bai Ge smiled and poured a few cups of teacups for a few people, while saying, "I just found out that the Weisheng family who came to participate in the auction this time is the direct young master Weishengjie. ”

"Amazing?" Qingluan unceremoniously picked up the tea poured by the white pigeon and moistened his throat.

"A great genius." The white dove nodded and smiled softly.

Shen Yanmei snorted and inserted the topic, "Where is he powerful, the young master is a hundred times more powerful than him, no, a thousand times!" "Slightly cool?" Qingluan looked at her, who is this?

"The young master of Wei Shengliang is indeed very powerful." Bai Ge did not deny it, and there was a faint exclamation in his black eyes, "To be honest, although Wei Shengjie is excellent, it is not enough to let the Feng family entertain like this, and the third floor specially set up by the Feng family this time is to see Wei Shengliang's face." ”

"Huh? Micro Cool is also coming? Shen Yanmei was startled and jumped up from her chair.

The white dove nodded.

“！！！！” Shen Yanmei's face suddenly became very strange.

Qingluan looked at her like that, and immediately joked happily, "What's wrong?" Could it be that our little plum has a different feeling about the slight coldness? Oh~ Could it be that ... Secret promise? Before the words fell, Qingluan suddenly noticed that a gaze fell on her.

She tilted her head slightly, but didn't see where the sight came from.

His brow furrowed.

"Qingluan! Don't talk nonsense! Shen Yanmei was so angry that she stomped her feet.

Several people watched the play with great interest.

"Really, isn't it?" Qingluan turned his head and resumed his playful look.

"It's not good!" Shen Yanmei sat down angrily and took a few sips of tea.

Qingluan looked at her appearance and seemed to be smiling, "Then why are you so excited?" "I'm excited for the real people of the cold night!" Shen Yanmei glared at Qingluan, her face flushed with anger, "If Wei Shengliang also came to participate in the auction this time, the real person would not be able to auction the bright moon grass on a cold night." ”

"Huh?" Qingluan held his cheeks.

"Did you know? Wei Shengliang is already an immortal! If you throw it away, it's a baby with fairy energy! Shen Yanmei looked at Qingluan's appearance angrily, and continued, "What are we Immortal Sect going to fight with him!" ”

The incarnation period is only one step away from ascending to immortality.

But this step away is a world of difference.

Qingluan and several people were a little surprised, this micro shengliang had already feathered into an immortal body? Because of the closure of the immortal realm, immortal cultivators cannot fly to the immortal realm, so they cannot be replenished by immortal power, and few people choose to feather immortal body, preferring to suppress their own strength stuck in the bottleneck of the god transformation period.

This slight coldness is so bold... No, so confident?!

"Shangxian.." Mei Xuetian couldn't help but speak, obviously very surprised by this news.

Higher level than "actor"? Qingluan tilted her head, thoughtful.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of a crowd below, and several people followed the voice, and through the beaded curtain, they saw a group of young disciples wearing red and white robes, slowly walking in.

Wearing a noble long sword at his waist, his expression was calm and silent.

The man at the head had a handsome face, his eyes were bright, and he was a little arrogant and conceited. The several young men who followed behind him had a lot of aura on their bodies, and they were obviously masters full of true qi.

"It's a micro-family ......"

There is an undersurge of power.

Qingluan put down the melon seeds, walked to the window in a few steps, and looked around.

"That person is just a little cold." The white dove was beside her, pointing lightly in one direction.