Li Zhaoyuan didn't bother to pay attention to these little people and little ants, and these clowns couldn't arouse Li Zhaoyuan's interest. He gave them a cold look, sneered and turned to leave.

He hasn't reported yet. He didn't want to expose his strength too soon. This group of beam-jumping clowns is not worth his shot. He was afraid of getting his hands dirty.

He had just turned around and left, when an outer disciple with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks said loudly: "Boy, if it weren't for the fact that you were a newcomer. I'm afraid that others will say that we bully the weak, and Lao Tzu will teach you a lesson a long time ago. ”

Li Zhaoyuan stopped in his ears like a fart, but he just sneered and didn't look back, and walked away.

Behind him, there were bursts of teasing and provocative words from the group of stupid people who couldn't help themselves, which was unbearable.

Li Zhaoyuan was extremely angry in his heart, but he kept comforting himself in his heart: "Pay attention to your demeanor, and you will talk about it." Hehe, there's still a long way to go. We are not in a hurry for a momentary pleasure. They don't deserve to be my stepping stones. ”

Li Zhaoyuan quickly turned a corner and left the sight of the group of outer disciples.

At this time, Lin Xiaohong didn't know where to go. Although Li Zhaoyuan was able to find him with his divine sense, he and Lin Xiaohong were only one-sided, so there was no need to bother others.

Now Li Zhaoyuan thinks that he is still a newcomer, and he wants to hide his strength, make people happy, and can't fly in the air. But the speed of his fast walking was not slow, the power of yin and yang urged, twisted his body and unfolded Ling Bo's slight steps, and shot towards the reception room of the outer disciples.

According to the three-dimensional map in his mind, Li Zhaoyuan quickly found the door of the reception room for the outer disciples. Because there is a big sign hanging at the door of the gate, which reads in black on a white background - Xianqiao Outer Disciple Reception Office.

"Damn! It's already in the sect, do you still use a platform that is written so clearly?" Li Zhaoyuan felt novel in his heart.

The reception room is said to be a room, but there are several rooms, and it is a square courtyard.

Its doors were wide open and unguarded. As far as the eye could see, the stone-covered courtyard was empty, and there was nothing, let alone people.

However, the doors of several rooms inside were locked, and they were all locked from the outside. It can be seen that most of them are also unattended.

Li Zhaoyuan looked left and right, up and down, and all of them made a round. I didn't see anything, and muttered in my heart: "I'm sorry! Isn't it time for them to go out to eat?

"Hey, is there anyone? Is there anyone? Is there a senior brother and sister here?" Li Zhaoyuan shouted several times in a row, but still no one appeared.

"Could it be that he rolled off the roof like Senior Brother Li?" Li Zhaoyuan looked up.

But no, as he had imagined, no one came down from the roof. But the stone slab on the floor in front of him suddenly shook a little. Then it moved again, twice, three times, and finally the whole slab went up. Beneath the slate appeared a short, gray-haired, silver-bearded old man.

The old white-bearded man had the slate on his head, covered in mud and plaster, and his face was dirty, very funny, as if he were performing acrobatics. Although his face was dirty, his white hair and white beard were clean.

"Haha, is this the one?" Seeing this gray-faced old man, Li Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "This Xianqiaomen is too interesting." Why is there everybody? Today I met a senior brother who likes to climb the roof of the house, and now he is an old man who likes to drill into the ground. Could it be the father-in-law of the land?"

The old white-bearded man threw the slate above his head to the ground. Then he got out of the hole again, and the hole quickly returned to its original state, as if no one had ever come out of it. The old man with the white beard was about a foot into the air, and the stone slab he threw on the ground moved itself to the old man's feet and returned to its original position. In this way, the floor of this courtyard house has returned to its original quiet appearance, but there is just one more old man.

Li Zhaoyuan sorted out his emotions, held the bowl with both hands and saluted and asked, "Hello." Excuse me, this land public ...... Oh, no, may I ask this old man, are you the person in charge of the reception of the outer disciples?"

"What land, what old man, am I very old?" asked the white-bearded old man, blowing his beard and glaring.

"Huh?" Li Zhaoyuan was thundered by this old man, and couldn't help but be stunned: "This is not old, how can it be considered old?" But of course, these are Li Zhaoyuan's psychological activities, of course he will not say it.

The white-bearded old man didn't pay attention to Li Zhaoyuan, and took care of his own appearance. I saw his right hand use the spell to gently stroke his head, and immediately a white light began to scan down from the top of his head.

Everywhere the white light went, the sludge and dirt were gone, revealing a baby's rosy and white skin. If it weren't for his white hair and a lot of white beard on his mouth, he could have pretended to be a teenager.

This white-bearded old man did not use small spells such as dust avoidance and purification techniques used by ordinary monks to tidy up his clothes and body, but used his own unique spells, which were obviously more simple and practical than those small spells.

In an instant, the dirty old man took on a new look, and he had the appearance of an old fairy who was refreshed for a spirit.

Li Zhaoyuan was asked by this old man, and he was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to speak.

This white-bearded old man, who already looked like a fairy, was wearing a yellow Xianqiaomen robe. Judging from the style of the robe, he should be the true disciple of Xianqiaomen.

Looking at his cultivation again, he has indeed reached the early stage of the foundation building period. According to common sense, monks who are already cultivating in the foundation building period should not be guarding the temple here. After all, this is just a small reception room at the outer door.

With this old man's cultivation, although he can't mix smoothly among the true disciples, he can also have a place in the inner gate. How did he come to this place where there were only such remote outer disciples?

Li Zhaoyuan also felt strange. But it doesn't have much to do with him. He just came to report and pick up some utensils for the outer disciples.

The white-bearded old man looked at the embarrassed Li Zhaoyuan and asked, "Boy, what are you doing there?"

"Well, this senior brother, the junior brother's new outer disciple, is here to report for duty. Li Zhaoyuan hurriedly replied.

"Oh, you show me the token. The white-bearded old man's tone was unceremoniously.

Li Zhaoyuan hurriedly took out the outer disciple token inserted on his belt and handed it to the white-bearded old man's senior brother.

The father-in-law of the land took the token, glanced at it, threw the token back to Li Zhaoyuan, and said, "Senior Brother Li, come with me." ”

Without waiting for Li Zhaoyuan, he turned his head and walked directly to one of the rooms in the courtyard. Li Zhaoyuan hurriedly followed behind him and asked, "This senior brother, what do you call it?"

This time, the white-bearded old man did not make a score, and replied, "I don't remember the name for many years." Senior Brother Li, you just call me White-headed Immortal. He had already known Li Zhaoyuan's name from the outer disciple token.

"Yes, Senior Brother Bai. Li Zhaoyuan responded, and secretly thought in his heart: "White-headed immortals? ”

Senior Brother Baitou Xianbai walked to a locked room, took out a key, inserted the keyhole, opened the door, and said, "Senior Brother Li, this is the robe room. Pick a dress you like. ”

Li Zhaoyuan entered the room and saw that the whole room was indeed covered in blue robes. In addition to the single color of blue, the clothes come in a variety of styles, both for men and women. For men, it is a robe, brocade dress, and a strong dress, and for women, it is a variety of dresses. All float neatly in the air of the room.

These robes are all vestments. Although all of them are just low-grade magic robes, only the big factions with deep resources will have such a skill. A medium-sized sect has such a strong resource strength. Li Zhaoyuan thought to himself, I don't know what kind of family background those real ten sects should have?