I have to say that this feeling is quite good, although Xu You is calm on the surface, he is very useful in his heart, after all, who doesn't want to be noticed and respected.

But there are also drawbacks, Xu You has become one of the five Nebula Sect disciples who received the visiting disciples of the next sect, this errand seems to be impossible to escape, and now Xu You only hopes that among the people who came from the Cold Sword Sect this time, there are no familiar faces at the beginning.

But then again, there is still a slight difference between Xu You's clone and the body, and it is estimated that even those who are familiar with Xu You may not dare to recognize it.

After all, there is too much difference between the two of them just in terms of cultivation.

Master Bo Xi obviously thought that Xu You had given him a face, so he had a hearty drink with Xu You that day, and talked about various experiences when he was practicing outside, and he always talked about the dawn of the next day.

As a result, Xu You was so drunk by that special spirit wine that he slept for two or three days before he recovered, and at this time, there was only one day left before the arrival of the disciples of the lower sect.

A hundred miles away from Xingyunmen Mountain, eight monks dressed in gray cloth are resting in a post station, eight monks are bald and plainly dressed, each of them is carrying a prayer bead, walking like riding the wind, not touching the ground, obviously all of them are advanced monks.

Strange to say, these eight monks obviously came all the way, but their clothes were as clean as if they had just been washed, especially these eight people looked young and handsome, although they were bald monks, they were more eye-catching than those ordinary sons and brothers.

In the post station, there were originally some people resting, and at this moment, they saw eight monks coming, and they all looked at them.

"He is a monk of the Pure Clothes Gate, and he really lives up to his name. Inside the inn, a man sitting on a chair resting spoke, this man was quite old, but he had a young face and a very strong life.

"It turned out to be Lord Xie Shi, the little monk is advantageous here. Among the eight monks, one of the monks in the lead spoke, this monk's eyes were like stars, he didn't look very old, but he had a special momentum, and there was an eight-edged Dharma seal on his eyebrows, like the sun, which was obviously different from the other monks.

The person who spoke at the beginning smiled, and his body moved, and he actually moved from the second floor to the downstairs in an instant, and then looked at this person, he was not tall, but he was dressed in Taoist clothes, his hair was gray, and he was tied up with a dead wood root that seemed to be a dragon.

Just by looking at the supernatural means that he moved down from the second floor in an instant, he knew that his cultivation was not ordinary.

"Master Yaori, you're polite, I haven't seen you for many years, but your face is still the same. Lao Dao also said politely, originally on the second floor, several monks standing respectfully looked at it at the moment, and one of them whispered: "The head of the family knows the little monk?"

"Shut up!" At this time, a middle-aged monk next to him hurriedly whispered, and then hurriedly said: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, that is not a little monk, he is the head of the Pure Clothes Sect, Master Yaori, and like our head, he is a master of the Jiedan Realm." ”

The man who spoke just now turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Who would have thought that the little monk who didn't seem to be very old would actually be a master of the Jiedan Realm.

With this, there were monks from the lower sect coming one after another in the post station, even if it was the master of the Yudan Realm, they flew in the sky, but in this post station realm, they had to fall down obediently, and then walk up the mountain.

There is no other reason, this is the respect of the monks of the lower sect for the Ping sect, and it is also the rule.

This post station is also opened by Xingyun Gate, although its appearance is not good, but there is a lot of Qiankun inside, even if it is hundreds of people, it may be able to sit down, and the tea and snacks on it are also Xingyun Gate's special spiritual tea and food, ordinary people, even ordinary monks can not eat and drink.

The best one around the table, at the moment there are already four people seated.

Including the short old man before, Master Yaori, and two others, these two people, one is a burly man, and the other is a woman in red.

Those who can sit at this table are all the heads of the lower sect.

Naturally, they are all monks of the Yudan Realm.

"The Pure Clothes Gate, the Tibetan Sword Sect, the Divine Fist Gate, the Red Clothes Pavilion, and the four major lower sects are all here, and there is still a cold sword gate left, I don't know when this cold sword gate will come. ”

A Nebula Gate monk standing at the door of the post station opened his mouth and said, since he is a Nebula Gate monk, he naturally has his arrogance, so even if his cultivation is not high, he will feel superior in front of the next sect, so his tone also has that unique pride.

At this moment, several more people walked in the distance.

"The monks of the Cold Sword Sect are here. Seeing this, a person next to him spoke.

The person who came was none other than a monk from the Cold Sword Sect.

Naturally, an old Taoist who walked in front was Su Ji, the head of the Cold Sword Sect, and behind him was the monk brought this time, with the first peak and a few real elite disciples.

"Master Su is here. "The head of the Red Pavilion, the woman in red got up and smiled at this moment, and several other people also got up, after all, this Su Ji is not ordinary, among them, the cultivation is higher, the four of them are only in the early stage of the Dan, Su Ji is already in the middle of the Dan, and in terms of qualifications, Su Ji is also older.

"Fellow Daoists, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your demeanor is still the same, and your cultivation is diligent. Su Ji also said politely.

The five heads sat down, drank tea and chatted, and were not in a hurry to leave.

Because according to the rules, they are guests, and it is already okay to walk here, and then there will be a monk from the Nebula Gate to greet them and take them up the mountain.

Although the Xingyun Sect is a Ping Sect, in terms of etiquette, it will not neglect these heads of the lower sect.

The five heads of the lower sects naturally talked about this exchange, the so-called younger generation of disciples are the disciples who have entered within ten years, and in ten years, most of the disciples are unlikely to build a foundation, so they are basically in the Qi refining period, and what they brought this time is the disciple with the best potential of each sect within ten years.

"I heard that Master Yao Ri accepted a disciple five years ago, born with a wise root and excellent understanding, I don't know who it is?"

Master Yaori's expression was flat, and he said, "Yunhua, come out to meet the four seniors." ”

As soon as the words fell, a little monk who looked fifteen or sixteen years old walked out, this little monk had red lips and white teeth, a white complexion, and plain clothes.

"That's right, the ninth layer of qi refining, it takes five years to reach this realm, it's indeed extraordinary. The other four heads glanced at the little monk and nodded again and again.

"Master Xie Shi, you Hidden Sword Sect heard that there is a disciple who can use the Heavenly Xuanzi Mother Sword, can he come today?" Master Yao Ri asked at this time.

"Haha, Master Yaori is well-informed, Guanru, I haven't come to meet your seniors yet. The short old man said a word, and saw a young man with two swords on his back approaching.