No matter how good the reputation of the Yuxu Sect is now, other sects still feel that these people are just playing house.

There is no elder in the sect to take charge, just a bunch of young people making trouble.

He does know etiquette, but it's really annoying. If something goes wrong when he's out, he won't give anyone face.

But these young people are all very powerful, and no one can compare to them in terms of cultivation.

Palace Master Murong, the only one who might stand in front of everyone and talk behind their backs, also quickly changed sides in a short period of time, acting like a staunch defender of the Yuxu Sect, which was really eye-catching.

The disciples of Xuanyue Palace even added half of the Yuxu Sect's crest on their sleeves. When they chatted with disciples from other sects, it was as if something was pulling at their arms and never letting go.

The other sects racked their brains but couldn't figure it out. They were obviously the two sects most likely to fall out, so how could their relationship become so good?

While they were struggling, Yan Huailiu was accompanied by people from Xuanyue Palace to help them check the formation.

"Sect Master Yan's complexion is getting better and better. I am really envious of you. I heard that you personally guided your disciples in competitions for three consecutive days a few days ago."

Palace Master Murong held his now fatter belly and said cheerfully, "It's a pity I didn't have the good fortune to see it with my own eyes, but my two young disciples happened to be borrowing some books at the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion, and they were so excited."

Yan Huailiu had a stern face and didn't want to respond.

Palace Master Murong came closer and said, "I heard that Junior-Martial Nephew Ling and Junior-Martial Nephew Yu have benefited a lot."

Yan Huailiu threw the talisman in his hand down with force, looked at the flash of fire below and the lighting formation, turned around and walked out: "Okay, the formation is fine."

"Hey, hey, hey, Sect Master Yan, slow down, slow down. I specially prepared a banquet with all the dishes you and Xingyun like."

Palace Master Murong finally got the chance to meet Yan Huailiu, and he was eager to talk to him more and exchange information with him. His side business was so popular thanks to Yan Huailiu.

"No!" Yan Huailiu was still angry and refused so bluntly.

"It's okay if you don't eat. It's okay. How about you take the trouble to take a detour and let my disciples see you? They didn't have the chance to thank you for saving their lives before, and they've been keeping it in their hearts, and their cultivation hasn't been stable."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Huailiu indeed stopped. Although his expression was still grim, his tone softened a lot.

"It's just a small favor. Palace Master Murong doesn't need to keep promoting it. I didn't do anything. The only reason this formation can continue is because you and the elders have carefully maintained it."

"No need to thank me, and please don't put any pressure on those disciples. I don't need them to remember my kindness. I just want to live my life well."

Palace Master Murong waved his hand and said, "How can this be? Although our Xuanyue Palace cannot compare to the Yuxu Sect, I strictly control the character of our disciples. Please let them meet once, otherwise they will think that I, as the Palace Master, am ungrateful and I will have no way to explain myself..."

She spoke pitifully, and Yan Huailiu had no way to refuse: "Lead the way."

The tears that were about to flow from Palace Master Murong were quickly swallowed back: "Hey, please come this way!"

Looks just like a waiter in an inn.

"They've been talking about it for days now. I originally wanted to have them take turns borrowing books from the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion, and then take a look from afar when they have the chance. However, more and more sects are borrowing books, and the queues are very long..."

"I have many disciples, and some of them don't have enough cultivation. If they go, they'll just be wasting their time. Besides, you don't appear often, so we won't be able to meet..."

Palace Master Murong talked a lot, which calmed Yan Huailiu down a lot.

They soon arrived at the place where the disciples of Xuanyue Palace practiced. It was much more lively than their Yuxu Sect.

After all, no one in their Yuxu Sect dares to set up a stall in the place where they practice. How ridiculous!

There are also people setting up stages to perform plays!

What exactly does Xuanyue Palace do?

He was just complaining in his heart when he saw Palace Master Murong wave his hand, almost hitting him on the nose: "Children! Look who's here!"

Yan Huailiu: ...

He shouldn't have followed.

Countless eyes instantly focused on him, and the next second, Yan Huailiu felt like he had fallen into a monkey mountain.

The disciples of Xuan Yue Palace jumped up and down, chattering around him, some expressing their gratitude, some kowtowing to him, some simply praising him, some trying to get close to him, making a lot of noise.

Palace Master Murong was maintaining order nearby: "Hey, spread out! What did I teach you? You can only look but not touch. You don't want the claws anymore, right? Gu Xingyun will be here to beat you up soon."

Yan Huailiu's speechless expression was written all over his face.

He used to be a ghost-fearing person, so why does he need to mention the title of disciple when he comes to Xuanyue Palace now?

Didn’t these young brats feel the momentum of him standing on the rooftop of Xuanyue Palace and cursing in the street?

This group of people were quite perceptive. Less than a minute after they had been lectured, they brought stools to Yan Huailiu, served him fruits and snacks, and lined up, waiting eagerly for Yan Huailiu to speak.

Palace Master Murong sat nearby, cheerfully presiding over the meeting. "Come on, if you have any questions, ask them now. Sect Master Yan has come specially to answer them for you."

Yan Huailiu turned around and gave him an expressionless look. Palace Master Murong twitched the corner of his mouth and turned his head stiffly, pretending not to see it.

In other words, these disciples knew how to restrain themselves, and their questions were not that tricky. They even praised people in various ways before asking. Only then did Yan Huailiu sit down and listen.

On a tall building not far away, Murong Xuanlang handed the paper in his hand to Gu Xingyun: "Here, what you want. I wanted to bring you the brewed wine, but my father drank the last bottle last night."

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