Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Qingyun Prefecture, prefecture city.

Almost overcrowded.

As soon as Feng Qingran stepped into Zhoucheng, she felt pressure coming over her, and several visiting eyes fell on her.

In less than a moment, no less than a hundred people had checked her cultivation.

After discovering that she was only in the Qi refining stage and not a threat, the visiting eyes disappeared.

boom! ——

A man collided with Feng Qingran.

The man immediately apologized, "Little girl, I'm sorry, there are so many people on the street..."

"Thief... thief... steal the storage bag..." Zhuo Yan pretended to be a parrot and interrupted the man.

The man looked panicked and turned around to run away.

"The thief... wants to run... chase..." Zhuo Yan's voice got stuck one after another.

Feng Qingran's lips curved into a smile, her jade hand raised slightly, and a dagger flew over the man's head and lay across his neck.

The man stood stiffly, not daring to move.

People on the street stopped to watch the show.

This man actually dared to commit a crime against the wind and did not know whether to live or die.

In the past few days, there have been an increase in the number of powerful monks in the city. On weekdays, there have been a lot less people crowing about chickens, dogs, and thieves. They are all afraid of accidentally offending the nobles.

Feng Qingran walked up to the man and said, "Who asked you to come?"

The man's eyes shrank, he felt guilty, and chose to remain silent.

Anyway, Feng Qingran was a little girl, so she didn't dare to do anything to him. He only had to muddle through and get a hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

"My storage bag is worth medium-grade spiritual stones, and there are low-grade spiritual stones in it. In total, it's worth low-grade spiritual stones. I'll give them all to you."

When the man heard Feng Qingran say this, his eyes flashed, "Are you telling the truth?"

Feng Qingran nodded, "Yes, I'll give them to you, but you have to answer a few questions from me."

The man had a flattering smile on his face, "You ask?"

The people on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "Little girl, this person's words are not trustworthy. I suggest you send him to the City Lord's Mansion!"

"That's right, little girl, don't be fooled again. A few questions are worth more than a thousand spiritual stones!"

"Little girl, this man has a sharp face and monkey cheeks. He is not a good person at first glance. If you let him go, he might take revenge on you later!"

……

Everyone spoke up.

An elder disciple of a sect only earns a few hundred spirit stones a month. A few questions can be worth more than a thousand spirit stones, plus a storage bag.

No matter how you look at it, Feng Qingran is at a loss!

Feng Qingran thanked the person who reminded her, but insisted on asking for the spirit stone to ask questions.

"The first question I ask is, is the person who stole my things about the same height as me? Does he have a royal blue Fuyao on his head?"

The man thought for a moment and nodded. This was not a betrayal of his employer. Feng Qingran had guessed it himself.

Feng Qingran raised her hand to take back the dagger and waved her sleeves to let the man leave.

She continued walking toward the auction house.

"Idiot... taken advantage of... stupid..." The burning on her shoulders continued to recite words like a parrot.

Feng Qingran raised his hand and pulled a feather from Zhuoyan's back.

The white feathers suddenly turned into gold.

Seeing the feathers being plucked, Zhuo Yan roared angrily: "You stinky girl, give me back my feathers!"

Every feather represents a piece of power!

"Zhuo Yan, aren't you a white dove? Why are your feathers golden?" Feng Qingran looked at the golden feathers in his hand and marveled.

Nothing about Seventh Senior Brother is simple.

"Hmph! If you want to take care of me, you stinky woman, give me my hair back."

"Give it back to you, but you can't put it back." Feng Qingran seemed to be playing with the feathers, but in fact he was inquiring about the surrounding situation.

Su Yanran was definitely hiding in the dark and staring at her.

The blue Fuyao is a possession of the Tianjian Sect and was obtained by Su Yanran in the book. Because it is a defensive weapon, it is also very beautiful.

Su Yanran couldn't put it down and took it with her wherever she went.

"But... you pulled out my feathers!" Zhuo Yan said hesitantly.

Feng Qingran looked stunned. Feathers are usually used by birds to court mates. She immediately returned the feathers to Zhuoyan and was kind enough to glue them on with something.

"I'm sorry, don't worry, I will definitely find you a beautiful pigeon in the future." Feng Qingran vowed.

Zhuo Yan is even more angry. He has the blood of Yuan Feng, how can he be worthy of a pigeon?

Snapped! ——

A talisman was affixed to Zhuoyan's head.

Zhuo Yan was silent:? ? ?

"You may need to calm down for a while." Feng Qingran didn't want to be targeted again because of Zhuoyan's mouthful.

There was one more person she needed to meet before the auction started.

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An elegant wing.

Liniang pushed a jade slip towards Feng Qingran, "This is the information you want."

Feng Qingran picked up the jade slip with her white hands and after reading the information on it, her eyes were condensed, "Why don't you kill him as agreed? Do you have to let him kill so many people?"

"I'm sorry for my negligence." Liniang's charming eyes flashed and she said calmly.

"Where is the person?" Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes became sharp, and her unparalleled appearance gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Liniang, who is a virtual god, is also a little surprised. She actually feels pressured by a little girl who is building a foundation!

Liniang's pretty face was startled, a little less charming and a little more solemn, "I'm sorry, I didn't hit him at that time and let him escape."