Three poles in the sun.

The young man in black clothes stood in front of the bamboo forest, crossing his arms with a frosty face.

"What time has it been? Where is she?"

He was pacing back and forth.

There was a clear impatience floating between his eyebrows.

Fugui stepped forward, slightly bent towards the young man in black clothes, and softly comforted him:

"Master has not arrived yet, so he must be busy with business. My dear fellow immortals, please wait for a moment."

As soon as he spoke, the flesh on his face trembled, and his eyes were like black grapes, which was particularly pleasing to look at.

Many female cultivators have taken a second look at wealth because of this.

But soon.

He turned his attention back to Shen Yan and Lin Mubai.

They are hot and cold.

The appearance is really too good.

Once you take one look at it, you won't be able to look away.

"Who are you?"

The young man in Xuanyi glanced at Fu Gui, his eyes full of disgust.

Is there actually such a lowly disciple in Youxian Pavilion?

He also gained a lot of fat.

I feel disgusted just looking at it!

"I am the second disciple of Youxian Pavilion."

Not seeing the disgust on Xuanyi's face, Fugui still smiled and continued to talk to him in a good-tempered manner:

"Fellow Immortal, there is no need to be polite, just call me Fugui."

"Wealthy?"

The young man in Xuanyi smiled, his expression even more arrogant.

"What name is this? Who gave it to you? How come you are like a mortal butcher of pigs, with no sense of self-cultivation at all!"

While he was talking, he didn't even look at Fugui.

I only missed it out of the corner of my eye.

It was as if he was afraid that seeing wealth would hurt his eyes.

Fugui was stunned for a moment, realizing that many monks around him had heard these words. He suddenly became anxious, but still said quietly:

"It's Master..."

As soon as he spoke, another deep voice followed immediately.

"Since it is named after my master, it is the best in the world."

The young man in black clothes looked towards the direction where the sound came from, but unexpectedly he ran into a pair of eerie black eyes.

"It's you?!"

He recognized the owner of these eyes, and his heart suddenly became a little more angry.

What's going on with the people in Youxian Pavilion?

None of them have high cultivation level.

Quite brave!

"So what?" Shen Yan stepped forward slowly, passed through the monks, walked to the young man in Xuanyi, and said, "What do you think about the name my master gave me?"

There was a smile on his lips.

His face still had a warm color.

The voice is also flat and gentle.

There was no trace of anger.

However, the young man in Xuanyi once again sensed a strange sense of crisis from Shen Yan.

It felt like being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Very uncomfortable.

But Shen Yan's cultivation is not very advanced.

He is just the most mediocre disciple.

Forcibly suppressing those ridiculous emotions, the young man in Xuanyi raised his head, but his tone of voice dropped a lot unconsciously.

"It doesn't matter who picked it up, it's just as bad as it sounds!"

"It's not your turn to judge the name my master chose!"

Beiyang came to Fugui at some point, glared at the young man in Xuanyi, and said:

"Doesn't your name sound so nice?"

"My name is Long Xiaochen." The young man in Xuanyi smiled with a smile on his lips, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time and finally got the chance to answer, "How?"

Shen Yan chuckled lightly, "Vulgar."

Beiyang glared at him first, and then answered with a stern face, "That's all!"

As soon as they finished speaking, even Fang Yunmeng also spoke.

The misty pink-dressed fairy shook her sleeves and said softly:

"shallow."

Lin Mubai stood a long way away and said expressionlessly: "Shameful."

All the senior brothers opened their mouths for him. Fugui looked moved, but he opened his mouth and thought for a long time before holding back a sentence.

"Mediocre... mediocre!"

"you..."

Long Xiaochen's eyes widened.

He didn't expect it, it was just a comment.

actually attracted all this hostility.

Not only Shen Yan and others, but also young monks from other immortal sects also cast disgusting looks at him.

This person...

Are you a fool?

Long Xiaochen was extremely angry and wanted to speak again, but before his voice came out, he saw a brightly colored shadow walking towards him from afar.

"What's the fuss about?"

Yingqian yawned, with a dejected look on his face as he was about to go to work.

What great weather.

Get some sleep.

Have a drink.

Not flattering?

I just want to come over and be a nanny.

She sighed, looked up and saw Long Xiaochen's dark face, and couldn't help but sigh:

"You are really young, so energetic early in the morning."

"Master is not very old either."

When she saw Ying Qian, the smile on Shen Yan's lips became more genuine.

He turned his palm and sent the wine bottle to Yingqian's hand.

Yingqian didn't have time to praise him for being sensible.

A mouthful like a throat.

It almost didn't spray out directly.

Damn it.

Where is the wine here?

Sweet.
To be continued...