As he spoke, he saw a jade-like young man with a jade crown and a red robe walking in first.

Behind him stood two monks, both of whom were cultivators.

The young man is Li Yu, the master of the Chilian Sect.

It's just that I didn't expect that the little master of Chilianmen came this time, and he only brought two people, and the pomp was really not big.

Everyone saw all this, and their hearts were full of thoughts.

Li Yu didn't care about these shrimp-like ghost cultivators in his eyes, and left straight away under the leadership of the palace woman who came to pick him up.

"By the way, it seems that none of the people from the Chilian Sect came this time?"

"Yes, I also remembered what you said, I originally thought that the disciples of the Chilian Gate were jumping up and down in the Youquan Valley, and I thought that many people would come to this dinner, but I didn't expect to see no one today. ”

"That should be, the only people who came from the Red Training Sect this time must be the little master and those two seniors from the Red Training Sect. It's impossible for them to have a bigger shelf than the small master of the Chilian Sect, so they won't come tomorrow, right?"

"Makes sense. ”

The other side.

At this moment, Fang Yan and his party had already passed through a courtyard again under the leadership of the woman in palace costumes.

Most of the people sitting in this courtyard are Yuanying monks.

However, the woman in the palace costume did not stop at all, but took Fang Yan and them all the way through this courtyard and came to the last courtyard.

This courtyard is much smaller than the first and second, but it is more delicate and gorgeous, and there are already more than 100 people seated here.

The lowest cultivators led by these people are all in the manifestation period, and there are about 20 or so cultivators in this way.

In addition, there are some people who are cultivating in the Tongxuan period, and there are about eight or nine people, and these people are already the top cultivators in the world.

As for the Cave Monks, even if they go, they can't come with their real bodies, and there are no such people here.

And people like Fang Yan and them who have cultivated lowly, there are a lot of them here, and I think that like Fang Yan and them, they are all people who are favored by their own parents, so they can be qualified to sit here.

At this moment, they all looked at Fang Yan and the others with curiosity.

People with sharp eyes have already recognized Zheng Jie, but their faces have not changed, because Zheng Jie has never liked to make friends with these colleagues.

There were only one or two Xuan Ghost Cultivators, and after nodding politely to Zheng Jie, they withdrew their gaze.

Zheng Jie didn't care about this, and took Fang Yan and them to a vacant place and sat down.

Fang Yan and his group of five people, plus Zheng Jie, Yu Shuo and Kong Rui and his wife, a total of nine people, occupied a table.

Although there was still a vacant seat, no one sat down uninterestingly, so Fang Yan and the nine people occupied a table.

Fang Yan felt very fortunate in his heart, but he didn't show it in the slightest.

Just as Yu Shuo was quietly transmitting the sound and introducing Fang Yan to the high-level monks on the field, Li Yu from the Red Training Sect had already slowly entered here with two Tongxuan monks.

When Fang Yanzheng was listening carefully, he suddenly heard Yu Shuo's voice, and said in his mouth: "This is Li Yu, the little master of the Chilian Sect." ”

Hearing this, Fang Yan and the others looked curiously, and found a jade-like young man in a red robe walking with a flat face.

Fang Yan still remembered that Yan Xiu and Chen Shuying had met a team of elite disciples of the Chilian Sect who were active in the Youquan Valley before, and they were surprised when they learned that this little sect master seemed to be related to zombies during their conversation.

Now that they see real people, they naturally look at Li Yulai secretly.

Li Yu's appearance looked very normal, and he didn't have the slightest characteristics of a zombie, but Fang Yan still kept an eye on it.

Looking at Li Yu, Fang Yan couldn't help but think of the old Dao in the Red Gate, its corpse pill was now in the hands of himself and the others, and it would be presented to the Ji Ghost King as a congratulatory gift.

In all fairness, Lao Dao was the most powerful zombie Fang Yan and they had ever seen, but the red door disappeared not long ago, and I don't know where Lao Dao went.

In the middle of his thoughts, Li Yu had already sat down in his seat under the guidance of the woman in palace clothes, and the two Tongxuan period monks behind him sat beside him one on the left and one on the right, showing a protective posture.

One of the two monks of the Tongxuan period was a bald monk, and unlike the high monks of Wuxiang Temple, he did not have any holy aura on him, but had a cold temperament.

The other person was an extremely ordinary-looking monk, if it weren't for his cultivation of the mysteries, this would have been a very unnoticeable existence.

After taking all this into his eyes, Fang Yan withdrew his gaze.

She didn't have anything to do with the Chilian Sect, if she had to say it, she had just met a few Chilian Sect disciples, but those people had all fallen now, so Fang Yan didn't pay too much attention to it.

Regarding the arrival of the master of the Chilian Sect, there was a commotion on the field for a while.

Except for a few ghost cultivators, the other ghost cultivators all stood up and saluted Li Yu, and some monks also had juniors behind them, and they couldn't wait to let the juniors leave a good image in Li Yu's heart.

These people probably fell in love with the prestige of Chilianmen and wanted to climb here.

Zheng Jie and Yu Shuo were naturally not among them, and like the few other monks, they were not here, so they were not so enthusiastic.

Although Li Yu is the master of the Chilian Sect, he is not arrogant, he smiled kindly at the people who came to pay his respects one by one, and he was not angry at the monks who did not take the initiative to come forward to talk, but smiled slightly and nodded to them.

In this way, even those monks who were still sitting upright could not afford not to give this face, and the atmosphere on the field became more harmonious after smiling back.

Zheng Jie naturally accepted Li Yu's kind smile, although he didn't smile back, he also nodded to Li Yu.

The corners of Li Yu's mouth were hooked, and after his gaze crossed Fang Yan and the others, he retracted his gaze thoughtfully.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the time is approaching.

Looking at the only vacant table, Fang Yan knew that it was most likely from the Yongshou Ghost King.

It seems that the guests who are qualified to come here have almost arrived, and the Yongshou Ghost King should be the last honored guest.

At this moment, a beautiful woman who had cultivated into the Xuan Dynasty stepped into the courtyard, followed by a young man eight feet tall and a handsome face.

A white robe was worn on the young man's body, which did not bring out the slightest dusty atmosphere, but a trace of gloom came from the young man.

The young man's face was pale, but there was an indescribable majesty.

This person is the Yongshou Ghost King.

Fang Yan and the others had seen the Yongshou Ghost King by chance, and they recognized his identity at a glance.

It's just that in Fang Yan's memory, it's not because of Ji Wuyu's silhouette that they have seen the Yongshou Ghost King, but for other reasons.

Behind the Yongshou Ghost King, there was only a pale-faced woman, whose cultivation was not under the Tongxuan, and it seemed that it was even more infiltrating than the Yongshou Ghost King.