Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Sheng Shike's hands hidden in her sleeves squeezed together tightly, her eyes glowing with dark green cold light, staring at the white pigeon dozing on Feng Qingran's shoulder.

How could Zhuoyan regard a waste as his master?

Feng Qingran is not strong enough. If the steward can kill Feng Qingran, it will definitely cause severe damage to Zhuoyan. At that time, it will take action to capture Zhuoyan...

Feng Qingran's hands felt itchy as she looked at the sword blade attacking her. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have a sword and couldn't fight these people.

The Qianxun Needle given by Fourth Senior Brother is too powerful and not suitable for use here.

Feng Qingran raised her hand and turned over, dodging several sword blades like a swimming dragon or a startling giant.

Feng Qingran's aura suddenly changed, she was dressed in light cyan, floating to the ground, like a fairy from Lingxiao, standing proudly alone.

When the man in black saw this, the contempt in his eyes disappeared and his face became embarrassed.

A refining qi man could easily dodge their attacks, which was like a slap in the face of Nascent Soul.

They no longer hesitated and stabbed Feng Qingran with their swords again.

Feng Qingran raised his hand, and a dagger suddenly appeared.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes showed no signs of timidity, and the fight across the ranks was just enough to stabilize her realm.

She had reached the second level a year ago, and it was Mo Jinghong who asked her to stop advancing and consolidate her realm.

Wait until after the sect competition, then go into seclusion to advance, and then you can gain a lot of experience.

Now that a group of Nascent Souls came to her door to give her some training, she was naturally happy.

Feng Qingran had obviously forgotten that in the eyes of others, her cultivation was only at the ninth level of Qi training.

Her body was as light as a swimming dragon, and her aura was like a rainbow. She faced the attacks of a group of Nascent Souls calmly.

The onlookers' jaws dropped in shock.

"It's unheard of for a little girl at the ninth level of Qi refining to be able to withstand Nascent Soul's attacks..."

"The ninth level of Qi Refining! Wait, we seem to have overlooked something. She is only fourteen years old, right? The nineteen-year-old Qi Refining Level is an absolute genius!"

"Her identity is definitely not simple. Her temperament is a bit more noble than Miss Sheng!"

……

The steward looked at Feng Qingran's figure, shuttled among a group of Nascent Souls, but was not injured at all, and was trembling with anger.

How is it unreasonable to openly challenge the auction house just because you have a background and a magic weapon?

Today, the auction house is full of distinguished guests. If the master of the pavilion knows these things...

The steward's figure trembled. He had to deal with Feng Qingran quickly. The steward had his mind set on calling the Transformation God to deal with Feng Qingran.

Sudden--

"Stop! Back off!" came a sharp shout.

The men in black stopped and flew away.

Tu Liufeng Qingran was confused, he was fighting well, why did he stop?

I saw a man with an elegant face walking out of the crowd and coming to Feng Qingran.

He saluted respectfully with both hands, "I'm Qian Feng, the deputy master of the Shumo Auction House. The people in the cabinet didn't know the rules, so they bumped into the girl, and I hope the girl will respect her."

"Hello, Pavilion Master Qian, I don't know about you?" Feng Qingran didn't say what he said next, but Qian Feng understood it.

Qian Feng explained, "It was the young master who sent a letter, saying that his junior sister is coming to attend the auction and asked our pavilion master to entertain her. We have prepared a first-class private room and have been waiting for the girl for a long time."

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes were slightly bright. The person Qian Feng was talking about should be the sixth senior brother.

Qian Feng felt relieved when he saw that Feng Qingran's eyes were clear and showed no anger.

Qian Feng looked at the pale steward beside him, with murderous intent in his eyes, "You still haven't apologized to Miss Feng!"

The steward walked tremblingly in front of Feng Qingran.

Plop! ——

The steward knelt on his knees and said, "I beg the girl to spare her life. I am too young to see the mountains. I hope the girl will spare my life."

The manager seems to have great glory, but his life is like a piece of cake.

He could only place his hope in Feng Qingran. As long as Feng Qingran was willing to forgive him, the deputy pavilion master would definitely not pursue his mistakes again.

Who knows!

Feng Qingran moved to the side to avoid the steward's kneeling. She would not plead for the steward.

Everything that happened just now would have killed anyone else on the spot.

Monks have no chance of reincarnation, and their souls after death will slowly dissipate between heaven and earth.

Of course, there are some powerful monks who can seize other people's bodies, but very few can succeed.

Qian Feng saw Feng Qingran's actions and understood.

Qian Feng raised his hand, and in an instant, a man in black flew forward and took away the frightened steward.

"Miss Feng, please come with me." Qian Feng nodded respectfully and asked Feng Qingran to go to the auction house.

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A quarter of an hour later.

Auction on the top floor.

Qian Feng opened the door and walked into a luxurious room.

"Pavilion Master, we've settled in." Qian Feng's face was full of respect.

"How about that girl?" Baili Yuan silently played with the box in his hand.

"Pavilion Master, I apologize, but the contact time was too short and I didn't see anything very useful." Qian Feng lowered his head, not daring to look at Baili Yuanmo.

Baili Yuanmo's fox eyes flashed with interest, "She has the top-notch guest tokens from Tongwen Pavilion and Kunxuan Pavilion. My stupid nephew also gave her the token from Shumo Auction House..."

Qian Feng suddenly raised his head, with surprise flashing in his eyes. A fourteen-year-old girl held three orders in her hand. How could this be possible?

Baili Wenyue lent the guest order of Shumo Auction House to Feng Qingran, but what about the other two pavilions?

No wonder Feng Qingran had the Hidden Breath Talisman attached to her body to hide her cultivation and appearance.

Baili Yuanmo's eyes were dark, "I tested Liniang, but she kept silent. Why did she give the guest order to Feng Qingran? But I guess it is probably related to the Tianyuan Fruit."

"As for Kunxuan Pavilion, why are they willing to believe in a little girl? It's worth pondering."

Baili Yuanmo's red lips were slightly raised, and he held the top guest order in his hand, which meant that Feng Qingran had the same rights as the master of the pavilion.

Each pavilion only has one top guest order, and it is usually given to someone who can help the development of the pavilion.

What help can a little girl in the Qi refining stage bring to Tongwen Pavilion?

Unless the senior brother behind her has huge resources.