Ascending to the third floor of the Starstream Pavilion, two guards guarded the staircase as soon as he reached the staircase. The two of them were dressed in light blue robes, lined with bright silver chain mail, clearly revealing the momentum of the true realm. Seeing that Deacon Cheng led Meng Tongchen up, he didn't say much, and after one person inspected the jade plate, he pushed open the heavy wooden door behind him and let the two of them in. The whole process is not smiling, and it is solemn.

The roof of the third floor of the Xingliu Pavilion is much higher, and while the seats are arranged in the hall, there are also private rooms on both sides that are half a story higher. It seems that this is where the holders of the so-called second-class or first-class jade medals are located.

However, Meng Tongchen walked all the way, but he didn't see where the stairs leading to the fourth floor were. I don't know what kind of mysterious place this fourth floor can only be climbed by the proprietor and distinguished guests.

At this time, there were already quite a few people in the hall. After finding his seat under the guidance of Deacon Cheng, Meng Tongchen casually looked back at the door.

The heavy door was pushed open again. Half of the people who entered this time were dressed in Taoist robes, their hair was scattered, and they were the monks of Yuhuamen, and the other half were all dressed in a uniform style of blue brocade robes, led by a handsome young man, wearing a golden crown and a hand-cranked folding fan, and he looked good. was laughing beside a young female cultivator in the Feather Gate.

The female cultivator of the Feather Sect had delicate facial features, and her eyebrows were slightly thick, revealing a heroic spirit. At this time, although she had been smiling at the handsome boy on the side, everyone who was watching from a distance could faintly see that she was politely distant.

"Who are these two?" Seeing the group of people ascend to the private room on the left-hand side, Meng Tongchen asked.

"That female cultivator is Chen Lingxuan, the personal disciple of the Zhang Sect Master of the Yuhua Sect, but she became a genius monk at the age of sixteen. Even the disciples of the Netherworld Temple are nothing more than that. Deacon Cheng said with envy. She didn't look to be in her early twenties, but that was because the Nazhen Monk absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and could affect her appearance, and in fact, she was nearly thirty years old before she broke through to the Nazhen realm.

"The male cultivator is Yin Shu, the son of the city lord's mansion. Yin Gongzi has not pursued Miss Chen for a day or two, but unfortunately it is intentional and ruthless. In the last sentence, Deacon Cheng lowered his voice. But seeing that she can say it so easily, I'm afraid this matter has already spread in Starstream City.

Meng Tongchen was not very interested in these rumors, but the fact that he met the Yuhuamen monk here reminded him of one thing, so he asked: "Today, I happened to meet the master of Zhang Men and his party entering the city at the city gate. Could it be that the meeting on the fourth floor of the Starstream Pavilion is also today?"

But the little woman didn't know this. Deacon Cheng smiled awkwardly, "There is no fixed time for the meeting on the fourth floor of the Starstream Pavilion, it is all up to the owner to decide. The little girl was still young in the Starstream Pavilion, and she was not qualified to serve the distinguished guests on the fourth floor. ”

Seeing that he couldn't inquire about anything anymore, Meng Tongchen turned his attention back to the auction catalog. As far as he is concerned, magic weapons and pills will be cheaper to exchange within the sect, and there is no need to buy them outside. However, the materials are different, the spiritual materials in the cultivation realm are all strange, each with its own wonderful use, and it is difficult to have all of them in the treasure house of the sect.

Meng Tongchen and most of the people in the Starstream Pavilion didn't know: the fourth floor of the Starstream Pavilion was actually not on the ceiling of the third floor. This fourth layer was actually a hundred zhang higher than the third layer, and it was located at the top of the Starstream City Guardian Spirit Array, shaped like a small white cloud pavilion. It is one of the eyes of the Starflow City Great Array, and it has its own formation prohibition and cover on weekdays, so the people in the city can't forget this aerial pavilion on weekdays.

At the same time as Meng Tongchen was studying the list of auction items. At the door of the fourth floor of the Starstream Pavilion, a group of monks stood with their heads up, as if waiting for someone. Six of them stood in front of the other monks, five of them were majestic, obviously higher than the rest, and although the aura of the last person was not as good as that of the other five, the sword intent around him was so powerful that it was almost impossible to look at directly.

Soon, beyond the stratus clouds, a thunderous sword roar sounded. In the blink of an eye, a dark red sword light broke through the air. It wasn't until they were in front of the six of them that they put away their brilliance and showed the true face of the person who made the sword.

There were three people on the ground, and the leader was dressed in a black robe, on which gold threads were woven into various images of fierce beasts. His face was handsome, but the cold air between his eyebrows was so heavy that he didn't dare to approach.

Behind him, two men and a woman, dressed in black and white, wore pointed hats and iron ropes around their waists, as if the legendary black and white impermanence, but did not hold a mourning stick, but each held a black sheath sword.

The six monks greeted them together, and the first one smiled and bowed, "Senior Brother Luo, it's been a long time." ”

"City Lord Sun, don't come unharmed. Although the black-robed monk also bowed in return, his tone was cold and biting, and he did not see any politeness.

Sun City Lord has been in charge of Starstream City for many years, and although his face is amiable, he is strict and majestic on weekdays. At this time, he didn't seem to care about the rudeness of the black-robed monk at all, and still greeted him warmly. Led the black-robed monk into the attic.

As for the other people's salutes, the black-robed monk nodded slightly in return. Until there was a person on the very edge, he paused his gaze slightly, and said: "The feather gate does not give up, the sword intent is not bad." ”

Zhang Buqi looks no more than thirty years old, with a white face and a thin body. At this time, in the face of the black-robed monk's appreciation, he bowed his hand and thanked: "Thank you, Lord Immortal, for your appreciation." "Although his cultivation is a big realm behind, his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, and it is much better than that of City Lord Liu.

The black-robed monk didn't care, and strode into the pavilion. He sat down on the main seat, followed by black and white impermanence, standing on either side of the seat.

After the six monks were seated, the black-robed monk said coldly, "Are you sure it's where it is?"

"Absolutely. City Lord Sun replied as he looked at a monk beside him.

The man hurriedly got up and took out a pale cyan metal bead. His hands were placed in front of the black-robed monk.

"Yin Xian found this sword pill there. Senior Brother Luo's sword intent is proficient, and he must be able to see the law better than Senior Brother I. City Lord Sun introduced with a smile.

The black-robed monk took the sword pill in his hand and rubbed it slightly. Suddenly, there was a clear sound of "Zheng", and I saw a clear light blooming on the sword pill. The brilliance changes, and suddenly it turns into a rain of light, drizzle, but it gives people a very condensed and sharp feeling.

The rain flew upwards and exploded suddenly, with a faint aura, like clouds and mist, and the slightest ray of thunder flickered in the meantime. Suddenly, it condensed into one, and in an instant, the lightning was bright, and the room was white.

As soon as the lightning flashed, it still turned into a pale cyan sword pill and fell into the hands of the black-robed monk. It's just that his eyes are hot at this time, and he no longer feels cold and hard before.

"Sure enough, it's the sword intent. Where's that ruin?"