The sensitive nerves of the birds were immediately touched, and Kong Qing felt a trace of cold air suddenly emerge from behind, and he met a pair of glittering eyes in the direction.

His colorful feathers trembled on his head and said coldly: "This female crown, what are you staring at me?"

Sang Jue was seen through by him and lowered his head awkwardly. She felt that it would be impolite to ask him for feathers in public, so she shook her head and said it was nothing.

Unexpectedly, Kong Qing rolled his eyelids, shining golden light, and said narcissisticly: "Save it, I won't give you a feather."

Sang Jue was surprised: "How do you know I want your feathers?"

"Looking at your lustful look, I must be interested in my beauty. Humph, I can have dreams, but I can't think of them!" Kong Qing raised his chin proudly.

"?" Sang Jue was puzzled. She just wanted to use it to refine the weapon...

Kong Qing was already arrogant and turned around and stopped showing her the front. Sang Jue felt very disappointed.

"Ahem, asking the Peacock clan for the face-to-face request is a courtship." Sun Baili couldn't stand it anymore and quickly reminded Sang Jue.

Sang Jue: "...Then I'll buy it and refine it..."

"What, buy it? I can't sell it, give up!" Kong Qing was so angry. Whose junior is this? He is so rude.

The bigwigs who had signed the treaty saw this and laughed out loud and called for misunderstandings.

Weishu Daojun stared at Sang Jue coldly, and then explained that her magic weapon refining requires some bird-like demon cultivators to be the basis. She had never seen a powerful demon cultivator before, and she lost her composure for a while...

Everyone drank and talked about it. After a while, the sky became darker, and the waiter brought up rows of white masks, black cloaks and invitations, and asked them to change to the underground to attend the auction.

A colorful maid Pingtingting walked up to Sang Jue and presented a pair of purple masks and black gold-edged cloaks that were different from the surroundings.

"Minister Qing Jing, this was sent by Young Master Helian, please accept it."

Sang Jue dared not to accept it, but he still gritted his teeth and took it down. He turned around and said to all seniors: "Qing Jing had an appointment with someone before, so he dared not to destroy it. Please punish me after returning to the sect."

She could not accept it, but she felt that she should be trustworthy in her words and could not fail to fulfill the previous agreement because of later changes.

"It's the same with us." The family scandals were not revealed, and there were demon cultivators present. The Immortal Sect and the Sword Sect bosses didn't think about getting angry, but just secretly held their breath.

Na Helian Wancheng is really intoxicated, and the female cultivators of his own sect are not doing well!

Wei Shu Daojun said nothing, put on a mask and cloak in silence, pulled up the cloak, and his entire aura disappeared.

The others also dressed in turn and mixed up a little. Except for the familiar people with huge sizes, they couldn't tell who was who was.

The mask and cloak were different from theirs, and Sang Jue was particularly conspicuous, and she couldn't help but suspect that it was someone's intention.

The colorful waiter went out and handed a set of ordinary concealment suit to his master: "Ninth Prince, I have changed the costumes as you told me."

"Very good." A slender and thin man with a white mask on his face and a head taller than an ordinary man, picked up the hidden suit in front of him and put it on his body, quickly hiding into the crowd.

The purpose of coming to the auction is to act secretly, the more ordinary, the lower the key, the better.

Sang Jue was wearing this outfit but it was actually a VIP suit. It was an invisible suit that only the rich and arrogant monk would book...

If sitting in a private room with golden aura is considered invisible...

Sang Jue became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He said goodbye to his senior fellow Taoist in the sect. Following the instructions, he turned around and strode through the misty place next to the hall. He found the right place and kicked open the door, but found that there was no one inside.

"Where are the people here?" Sang Jue asked, catching a nice-looking waiter waiting outside the private room.

The waiter looked frightened and restless. Seeing the distinguished guest's words, he hurriedly knelt down: "Your Highness, there are no one else here."

"Hmm?" Sang Jue was puzzled. She didn't think Xingguan would spend money to open such a special VIP room for her to tease her.

Just now, she walked all the way and found that these VIP rooms were not for ordinary people. At this time, she felt even more shocked when she saw the waiter.

The waiter said timidly: "Your Highness, this is a special area for the imperial royal family, how dare anyone else come?"

"The Royal Family Special Area?" Sang Jue found that he seemed to have gone to the wrong place and hurriedly retreated, but after turning around, he confirmed repeatedly that the place where the hidden suit pointed to was indeed here.

She couldn't figure it out, so she asked the waiter to ask for a regular set of clothes, changed it and walked towards the hall.

Unfortunately, everyone was wearing the same hidden clothes. She couldn't find the Sword Sect and the Immortal Sect and the Star Temple Demon Cultivators for a while, so she had to find a seat to sit down.

"My fellow Taoist, are there anyone around you?" A black shadow appeared beside Sang Jue and asked.

Sang Jue shook his head, somewhat surprised that this man was outstanding in appearance. Although he could not see his appearance in a black robe at this time, his figure was straight and tall, as if he was standing out in a flock of chickens. Looking briefly, if this man was not an alien in the demon cultivator, he would probably be half a head taller than an ordinary tall man.

Logically speaking, the aliens appear frequently in the world of immortal cultivation, and height is not a problem, but this person's aura invisibly highlights this temperament, which makes people unforgettable.

The tall man sat down, and Sang Jue found that he was just reaching his chest, and he was sitting there. Why was the difference so big?

Sang Jue, who had been fooled by Xingguan, felt even more unhappy.

"Thank you. My name is Bixu. Bixu, who is 'Xiangzhu and Qingjing, Huachi is Danbixu', is very happy to meet with fellow Taoists." The man's voice was very low, as if there were endless, like quicksand and gently circling.

Sang Jue was a little surprised: "What a coincidence, my name is Qingjing."

"Is that so? It's pretty good."

Sang Jue thought the man had to say something, but he just sighed slightly and sat upright and watched the auction.

Sang Jue really wanted to remind him that you are so tall that you are blocking the people behind you.

Fortunately, all the people here are monks, and all those who can come here are clever eyes.

Before the auction began, monks began to whisper.

Whispers are false, they are deliberately heard by others, and the truth is often transmitted secretly.

There was no one around Sang Jue who knew, so he had to simply set up a sound insulation array, then remove the sound transmission mirror from his waist, and prepare to find someone.

As soon as she took it out, she received a message from Xingguan: "Where have you gone?"

Of course, Sang Jue would not tell her that she was lost, and replied angrily: "Of course, from the side of his own sect, thank you for your invitation, goodbye!"

After she said that, she extinguished Lingyin, closed the ban, hesitated for a moment, and contacted Weishu Taoist Lord.

She knew that Wei Shu Daojun must be very angry, otherwise she would not leave without saying a word and leave. She must be very disappointed with herself, alas!

"Where are you?" Wei Shu Daojun did not block her voice transmission, "I just saw that you were not there on the old demon Helian."

Sang Jue was moved when he heard this and hurriedly said, "I was fooled by that devil, and I am now in the hall on the third floor."

"The third level is generally open to local monks of the Zhoutian Empire. Be careful. If you have any likes, don't hurry to shoot and send a message to me." Wei Shu Daojun vaguely felt that there was something wrong with it, but he couldn't explain it clearly, so he had to tell her not to expose herself and act in a low-key manner.

Sang Jue nodded quickly, and then thought that he seemed to have said the Taoist name, so he reported it to Weishu Taoist Lord.

"There is no such coincidence? Others think you are lying to him. Let's relax, don't be too scared, you can also try to listen to some news, and send a message to buy if you are interested." Wei Shu Daojun thought that she must be afraid of being alone in a strange place, so he couldn't help but comfort her, and repeatedly reminded her not to believe in the devil again in the future. Demon cultivators are all degenerate bad guys, so they don't have to foolishly tell her about their trust.
Chapter completed!