"It turns out that Old Monster Feng and Old Ghost Xiang have arrived, and they have also brought a distinguished guest. What kind of person can get such attention from these two seniors?"
Hu Qinglei's slightly yellow face showed a trace of doubt, but then he turned his palm and the flame went out automatically.
"Could it be Senior Feng from Tianwai Island and Senior from Xiling Mountain?"
When the blue-robed scholar heard Hu Qinglei's soliloquy, he couldn't help asking in shock.
The expressions of other male and female monks also changed suddenly.
"Besides these two seniors, who else can be there? But judging from their words, it seems that they also brought a stranger."
"I am quite interested in this. Now that they have arrived outside the palace, I naturally want to go and greet them in person."
Hu Qinglei sneered.
"Then let's go and meet the two seniors together."
The big man in brocade robes stood up in a hurry and said.
The other monks did not dare to neglect and agreed one after another.
The old man with wooden crown nodded calmly, then stood up slowly and walked out of the hall.
The other monks followed closely and walked out of the hall together.
The entire Motuo Mountain was shrouded in an extremely violent ice and snow storm, and after passing through this storm, there was a huge yellow light curtain that covered all the palaces below.
Although the line of sight is a little blurry through this light curtain, the general scene can still be seen clearly.
At this moment, somewhere above the light curtain, three figures were stagnant. Two old men and a young man floated there calmly, motionless.
It was Yan Yun, Old Monster Feng, and Xiang Zhili.
After a brief smile, Xiang Zhili didn't say much. Because at this moment, a team of monks flew out from the palace complex below and headed straight for where they were.
Although Yan Yun didn't speak much along the way, he was concentrating on observing the front at this moment. With just one glance, he accurately judged that the leading old man Mu Guan was a monk in the god transformation stage.
However, when his eyes passed over the monks behind him, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry of surprise.
"Junior Brother Yan, do you recognize someone among them?"
Xiang Zhili turned to look at Yan Yun, looking quite surprised.
"There is indeed a person who we met once."
Yan Yun quickly withdrew his gaze and replied calmly.
"That's it." Xiang Zhili nodded thoughtfully.
At this time, the old man with wooden crown had already flown behind the light curtain, clasping his hands and muttering something in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the light curtain in front of Yan Yun and the other three people flickered and opened a gap on its own.
Xiang Zhili and Old Monster Feng didn't hesitate and immediately rushed into the light curtain with rapid strides.
After Yan Yun hesitated for a moment, he turned into a green light and followed closely. Afterwards, the yellow light curtain returned to its original state.
After a while, the three people's escaping light gradually disappeared and appeared in front of the old man Mu Guan and his team.
"Brother Xiang, fellow Taoist Feng, it seems that you are here a little late this time. I have learned the news a few days ago and know that you have already set off."
"Why have I just arrived here? Did something happen on the way?"
When Hu Qinglei saw Xiang Zhili and the other two, he first smiled slightly, and then asked lazily.
"Brother Hu's prediction was indeed correct! The two of us did encounter something on the way, which delayed our trip."
"However, we will discuss this matter in detail later. Before that, I would like to introduce a new friend to Fellow Daoist Hu. This Fellow Daoist Yan is about to join us and become one of us."
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Xiang Zhili laughed loudly, then pointed to Yan Yun and began to introduce.
Among the many monks behind the old man Mu Guan, one of them suddenly showed an expression of astonishment after seeing Yan Yun's face clearly.
"Join us?"
After hearing this proposal, the old man Mu Guan's expression changed. His slightly narrowed eyes instantly widened a lot, and he stared at Yan Yun in silence.
"I, Yan Yun, have met Brother Hu!"
Yan Yun looked calm, cupped his fists with his hands, and bowed respectfully.
His behavior is neither humble nor arrogant, as if he interacts with everyone on an equal footing.
This scene caused the blue-robed scholar and others to open their eyes one after another, and for a moment they all closed their mouths and stopped talking.
"Hmph! Old Ghost Xiang and Old Monster Feng, are you all confused? How can a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage be qualified to join a team like ours?"
Hu Qinglei's face darkened and he asked mercilessly.
"Haha, Xiang has a profound meaning in making this decision."
Xiang Zhili's expression remained unchanged, he smiled softly, then moved his lips slightly and began to talk through sound.
Hu Qinglei's face looked a little gloomy at first, but after listening to a few transmissions, his eyes showed surprise, excitement, and even ecstasy.
He was shocked at first, then became extremely excited, and finally nodded in agreement.
"It turns out that Jushi Yan has a close relationship with Linglong Demon Concubine, and he also played an important role in the demon-killing campaign in Kunwu Mountain."
"It's a shame that all the events that have happened in Yinluo Sect recently were all written by layman Yan."
"It's really unexpected. Before, I thought it was the work of a monk in the transformation stage. Master Yan is so powerful that he can compete with our peers."
After Xiang Zhili finished transmitting the message, Hu Qinglei's eyes gradually softened when he looked at Yan Yun.
"I'm already familiar with Brother Hu's name. I'd like to thank Brother Hu for this rash visit."
Yan Yun smiled slightly and answered equally politely and thoughtfully.
"Master Yan is a prodigy in this world, and Hu is naturally happy to get to know him. In addition, you two must have heard about the fellow Taoists who came to congratulate you this time, right?"
Hu Qinglei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then turned to Xiang Zhili and said.
The Nascent Soul stage monks standing behind the old man Mu Guan, their original shocked expressions became more solemn when they heard that Yan Yun was actually related to the Yin Luo Sect they had just discussed.
Then he saw that the old man Mu Guan seemed to be interested in discussing friendship with Yan Yun's peers, and he couldn't help but express his surprise.
At this moment, after hearing what Hu Qinglei said, everyone had the opportunity to step forward and salute Xiang Zhili and Old Monster Feng. However, these two people waved their hands repeatedly, indicating that there was no need to be polite.
However, after one of them paid a visit to the two old monsters, he suddenly bowed his hands to Yan Yun and said with envy:
"Congratulations to Brother Yan. We haven't seen each other for a long time, but now we have successfully advanced to the later stage."
This man was wearing a green robe, with silver hair, and a face like a young man. He was the old man from Kuzhu whom Yan Yun sent to fight the humanoid puppet for the Black Phoenix Feather.
Now he is still stuck at the peak cultivation level of the middle Nascent Soul. It seems that after a long time, he has still not been able to break through the bottleneck of the later stage. I am afraid it will be difficult to go further in this life.
"Yan did not expect to meet Daoist Kuzhu again here. My promotion is just a fluke."
Although Yan Yun didn't have a deep impression of the old man Kuzhu, his black phoenix feathers provided a great help to him in refining the Three Flame Fan, so he responded with a smile.
After hearing this, the old man Kuzhu coughed a few times awkwardly. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Hu Qinglei interrupted impatiently:
"Okay, this is not a place for conversation. Why don't you fellow Taoists follow me to the temple to take a rest?"
Hearing the suggestion from the old man Muguan, the old man Kuzhu had no choice but to swallow the words he was about to blurt out, smiled at Yanyun and said nothing.
So the group of people flew downwards, aiming directly at the magnificent palace that Hu Qinglei and others had just left.
Entering the main hall, everyone sat down according to order.
Hu Qinglei gave the order, and many maids immediately started to change the banquet.
Yan Yun, Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai were placed on the seats next to Hu Qinglei, and their status was obviously different.
Naturally, other monks would not be surprised that Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai can enjoy the same treatment as Hu Qinglei and other monks in the transformation stage. However, Yan Yun is a Yuanying stage monk.
He actually received the same courtesy as them, which made the monks present full of doubts, and they began to secretly speculate on Yan Yun's true background.
Every monk here, no matter how prominent their status is in the world of immortality, although they have some complaints about it in their hearts, they still maintain a calm expression on the surface.
However, a monk next to the old man Kuzhu seemed particularly curious and quietly asked about Yan Yun's origins.
Although the monk's voice was extremely weak, with the cultivation of the experts in the hall, they could naturally hear it clearly.
However, the old man Kuzhu only knew Yan Yun once, so how could he possibly know the details of Yan Yun.
Therefore, most practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage are quite disappointed with the response from the old man Kuzhu.
Yan Yun was always sitting calmly in his seat, his expression unwavering, as if he didn't hear anyone talking about him at all.
Below, two monks, the old man Mu Guan and Xiang Zhili, were chatting enthusiastically, and other Nascent Soul stage practitioners were also chatting with each other.
Since none of the three spiritual transformation practitioners took the initiative to mention Yan Yun's background, others naturally did not dare to ask questions rashly and had to pretend to have no knowledge of the matter.
After waiting for a period of time, the blue-robed scholar glanced deeply at Yan Yun, then suddenly stood up, bowed his hands to Yan Yun and said:
"Fellow Daoist Yan, I just heard what Senior Hu said. Many recent events in Yinluo Sect seem to be related to you. I wonder if this is true?"
After Yan Yun heard the other party's question, he was not surprised at all. He just nodded calmly:
"The affairs of Yin Luo Sect are indeed somewhat involved with Yan. Is there any connection between Taoyou and Yin Luo Sect?"
"I am a casual cultivator and have nothing to do with Yinluo Sect. However, my Taoist friend from Yinluo Sect has met me several times. I just asked you casually."
"Is the death of Taoist friend Fang also related to Taoist friend?"
The blue-robed scholar's eyes kept flickering, and his face gradually became serious.
After hearing this, the other Nascent Soul Stage practitioners in the hall held their breath and concentrated, wanting to hear how this mysterious Yan Yun would answer this question.
The old man with the wooden crown above also stopped talking with Xiang Zhili and others, and turned here with a sarcastic smile.
"Since this fellow Taoist really wants to know about this matter, Yan will no longer hide it. The master of Yinluo Sect was indeed beheaded by Yan."
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the Confucian scholar for a moment, and then replied calmly.
As soon as these words came out, the Nascent Soul Stage practitioners on both sides instantly became commotion with different expressions.
"That's it. Thank you Brother Yan for clearing up my doubts."
The blue-robed scholar was suddenly filled with horror deep in his heart. On the surface, he just smiled slightly, returned to his seat, and never mentioned the matter again.
This reaction surprised Yan Yun, but he immediately smiled and said nothing.
When Hu Qinglei saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneered. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a woman in palace clothes walking outside the palace door, came to him lightly, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
After hearing this, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect flashed in his eyes, stroked his beard, and said:
"Previously, before Brother Xiang and the other three arrived, all fellow Taoists had already expressed their wish to have a glimpse of the three concubines I am about to marry."
"I have also agreed, and now they are waiting outside the hall, waiting for me to call them into the hall, and offer a glass of thin wine to all fellow Taoists."
"Haha, when the time comes, you might as well display your congratulatory gifts first. See if you can win the favor of the three of them."
"Especially the gifts given by Brother Feng and Brother Feng must not be too simple. If they are surpassed by these juniors, I'm afraid they will lose face."
Hu Qinglei laughed again and again!
"Hmph, since I met you, I have given you countless treasures in your magic palace because of your concubinage time and time again. I have really given you an advantage in vain, old guy."
Old Monster Feng snorted a few times, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face, but in the end he still spread his palms.
An exquisite small wooden box suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand and was placed gently on the table in front of him.
Xiang Zhili also took out an exquisite jade box with a slight smile, but did not say any words.
"Ha, I have absolutely no intention of keeping the treasures you have given me as my own."
"Giving a treasure to a beautiful woman is a beautiful thing in the first place. Why do two Taoist friends have to be so fussy about it?"
"According to the scale of your wealth, these precious items are just a drop in the bucket. They are more valuable than winning a smile from a beautiful woman."
Instead of being angry, Hu Qinglei laughed loudly, showing a somewhat triumphant expression.
Many monks below also took out the congratulatory gifts they had prepared from the storage bags they carried, including rare weapon refining materials and sparkling ancient magic weapons.
Yan Yun had already carefully selected the gifts before coming to the banquet, so he took out two bottles of elixirs from the storage bag.
This gift used to enhance the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage monks can be said to be quite generous and practical.
While Yan Yun was staring at the precious gifts presented by others, footsteps sounded outside the window.
Then came a group of beautiful maids in colorful tasseled palace attires, accompanying three extremely beautiful female cultivators as they walked into the hall in a dignified manner.
In an instant, all the monks in the hall focused their eyes on these three women, and then a sound of admiration came from all around.
As expected, each of these three women is a beauties of unparalleled splendor and captivating the country! (End of chapter)