The gate of Qingyun Daozong Mountain.

Several dilapidated temples stood tall, and the paint on the walls of the temples had fallen off a lot.

Outside the main hall, there is an incense burner, and a lone incense flame is burning, full of a kind of poor acid all the time.

Today, Su Changyu got up early.

As the senior brother of the Qingyun Dao Sect.

Naturally, it was his turn to do this kind of thing.

Of course, it is a trivial matter to welcome the return of the master, and the focus is on how to fool himself, a new junior brother, at the beginning.

He has already arranged for the other junior brothers and sisters to let them do their own things, and it is best not to have too much contact with the junior brothers in the early stage.

Keep it mysterious.

Of course, the most important thing is the first impression.

Su Changyu knew very well how important first impressions were.

It is precisely because of this that Su Changyu even put on his own robe, and the Qingzhou splendid robe issued by the top 500 in the Qingzhou sword test was issued.

Wearing a robe, the temperament of the whole person has also been greatly improved, especially with a three-foot Qingfeng, which makes him look like a peerless sword immortal.

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Su Changyu had some emotion.

He is so handsome and good-looking, but why is he a mediocre person?

He couldn't help but sigh, after all, with this appearance, many people did mistake him for a master.

But the paper can't hold the fire, it's easy to deceive one or two times, and if you can't get the real ability, it will be debunked sooner or later, so Su Changyu doesn't like to go down the mountain very much, and it's quite happy to be a senior brother quietly in Qingyun Dao Sect.

It was at this time.

Su Changyu put down the bronze mirror.

Calculating the time, it is already noon, and the head is estimated to be back soon.

Thinking of this, Su Changyu walked out of the door.

Outside the mountain gate, Su Changyu stood quietly on a small hillside, his gaze became very calm, and his handsome face looked unfathomable.

The three-foot Qingfeng sword was suspended in front of him, and the whole person stood with his hands in his hands, his posture had already been set, just waiting for his little junior brother who had never met before to take the bait.

That's it, less than a stick of incense.

Two figures slowly came into view.

At this moment, Su Changyu was a little nervous, but soon he stabilized his emotions and showed his unique temperament to the fullest.

Qingyun Daozong Mountain.

Ye Ping, who was hiking up the mountain, was already a little out of breath.

Climbing a mountain is a physical job, and for a mortal who has not practiced martial arts or cultivated immortals, the winding mountain road is more tiring than moving bricks.

If it weren't for the full will to cultivate immortals, Ye Ping would have given up a long time ago.

Ye Ping has a lot of beads of sweat on his forehead, and he is a little uncomfortable walking in the mountains, but on the other hand, the Taihua Taoist people still look extremely light, and there is no dust on their bodies, which shows the fairy style to the fullest, and also makes Ye Ping envious.

It was also when Ye Ping was full of envy.

Soon, a figure caught his eye.

Not far away, on a hillside.

A man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old stood with his hands in his hands.

The man was handsome, wearing a jade crown and a brocade robe, with a three-foot Qingfeng sword suspended in front of him, and his eyes were as deep as containing stars.

"Sword Immortal?"

This word involuntarily came to Ye Ping's mind.

The figure not far away satisfied all Ye Ping's fantasies about the Sword Immortal.

Handsome and chic, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, rich and handsome, like a supreme sword immortal.

Especially those eyes, indifferent to everything, as if everything in heaven and earth is nothing more than this in the eyes of this person.

Ye Ping froze in place.

To be honest, before joining this sect, Ye Ping felt that this Qingyun Dao Sect should be a very poor sect, otherwise a spiritless cultivator like himself would be admitted?

But when Ye Ping saw this young man.

Suddenly, Ye Ping felt that he might be thinking wrong.

Maybe this sect seems to be an unpopular sect on the surface, but in fact, it is a hidden sect, and all the people in the sect are big guys, and any one of them can take off with him.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but get excited.

At this moment, Ye Ping couldn't help but speak slowly.

"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and you must lower your eyebrows when you meet me."

His words came from his heart, because only this sentence could be worthy of the man in front of him.

Only this sentence can describe the temperament of this peerless sword immortal.

Ye Ping's whole person couldn't help but be excited.

And Su Changyu couldn't help but be stunned.

He could hear Ye Ping's voice.

This poem made him slightly stunned.

There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and I must lower my eyebrows when I meet them.

That's kind of interesting.

It's good, it's enough to beep, and this sentence is mine from now on.

Su Changyu was happy in his heart, he didn't expect to come out to greet the master, and he actually prostituted such a beep verse in vain.

Good, very good, very good, this little junior brother is on the road.

But soon, Su Changyu retracted the joy in his heart, and his face remained calm and indifferent, but at this moment, he looked at the Taihua Daoist, and then respectfully said.

"The apprentice has seen the master, and welcomes the return of the master."

The voice sounded, warm as jade.

"Yes." Taihua Daoren nodded, this scene was in his eyes, Ye Ping's every move, including every change in expression, he watched it carefully, and naturally knew that Ye Ping was bluffed.

However, despite the joy in their hearts, the Taihua Dao people still tried their best to maintain their composure.

After all, acting has to be done in full, is it like talking?

"Changyu, what are you doing here?"

Taihua Daoist slowly opened his mouth and asked Su Changyu.

The latter grasped the sword and spoke.

"Returning to the master, the apprentice is here to comprehend the sword path of heaven and earth, and also come by the way to welcome the return of the master."

Su Changyu opened his mouth, and he was not ashamed, and his opening was to comprehend the sword path of heaven and earth, which made the Taihua Daoist slightly stunned.

Although he sent a letter and asked them to pretend to be peerless, there is no need to pretend to be like this, right?

Come out to greet you, and you can still get involved in the sword path of heaven and earth?

However, after seeing Ye Ping's expression even more shocked, Taihua Daoist breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Ye Ping is willing to believe it, it's okay to exaggerate, the focus is to retain people, and it doesn't matter what other means are.

"Since that's the case, then you should take a good look at the Great Dao of Enlightenment here, Ye Ping, this person is your senior brother, Su Changyu, you go and have a visit."

Taihua Daoist spoke.

Ye Ping came to his senses at the moment, then took a few steps forward, and then bowed to Su Changyu.

"Senior Brother Ye Ping, meet Senior Brother."

Ye Ping opened his mouth and also bowed, looking extremely respectful.

"Senior brother is polite, not only was selected by the master, but also proves that you have some talent, and the senior brother doesn't have any long things, so I will give you a chance to create, you have a good understanding."

As he spoke, Su Changyu waved his hand, followed by a gust of breeze.

In an instant, Ye Ping felt relaxed and happy, as if his whole person had been sublimated.

The Taihua Dao people on the side were even more amazed.

Poor is poor, and playing a breeze can be said to be an opportunity for creation, I really didn't expect that my big disciple would be so good at pretending to beep?

It's a pity that such a good talent for pretending to be a beep.

"Thank you, brother."

Ye Ping didn't know what this method was, as a traverser, this kind of immortal spell seemed to him to be a miracle.

It doesn't matter if it's a chance to create or not, anyway, this senior brother is definitely a master!