Food: I ascended to heaven in the world of cultivation by setting up stalls!

The disciples of Lingtian Sect looked back in disbelief, and looked at Yan Zhiyin with admiration.

After all, in their eyes, Yan Zhiyin was just someone with a slightly higher level of cultivation who could cook magical food.

But in their eyes, Long Zhongtian is definitely of higher status!

So they couldn't believe it and found it incredible.

"Senior Sister Yan, Senior Sister Yan..." The cultivator in the front spoke in a low voice.

Yan Zhiyin looked up: "What's the matter?" She spoke in a low voice unconsciously.

"Senior Sister Yan, you really don't know who that person was just now?"

Yan Zhiyin shook her head honestly: "I don't know."

"Senior Sister Yan, aren't you from Lingtian Sect?" The disciple felt something was wrong when he saw Yan Zhiyin's reaction. If she was a disciple of Lingtian Sect, how could she not know who the leader of their Lingtian Sect was.

"Yes, I am indeed not from Lingtian Sect, so I really don't know who he is."

The man was stunned for a moment and then continued: "Let me tell you, the man just now was the leader of our Lingtian Sect. Fortunately, our leader is not a cruel person, otherwise Senior Sister Yan..."

Although the rest of the words were not finished, Yan Zhiyin understood what he meant.

"Okay, I got it. Thank you for your reminder." Yan Zhiyin's heart warmed slightly. Many people would not dare to do so. Most of them just watched the fun.

But Yan Zhiyin also knew that this was human nature, so she didn't feel disappointed. It was also beyond her expectation that someone would remind her.

So Yan Zhiyin was very happy, and secretly gave two more kilograms to the junior brother who reminded her, as the other party originally only wanted three kilograms.

The man looked at the obviously many more crayfish and asked, "Senior Sister Yan?"

Yan Zhiyin shook her head and smiled at him.

The man immediately understood: "Thank you, Senior Sister Yan."

"You're welcome!"

I don’t want others to know that it was Yan Zhiyin because I’m afraid some people will deliberately find fault with me, so I just keep it quiet, there’s no need to tell others.

Originally, that person wanted to ask whether to call the headmaster back, but Yan Zhiyin didn't show any reaction.

He didn't care about it anymore. Senior Sister Yan didn't seem surprised at all about the Sect Leader's identity. He was confused as to whether Senior Sister Yan knew about it or not.

Finally, I shook my head and stopped thinking about it.

Yan Zhi didn't care. Even if the leader of the other side's Lingtian Sect did something wrong, the leader of their Lingyun Sect still had to line up.

Uh! Seeing this, Yan Zhiyin suddenly remembered that she had never met the head of Lingyun Sect.

But Old Man Xiao and the others didn't just line up, they used some tricks behind the scenes.

Yan Zhiyin is selling crayfish as usual.

But it was hard for the disciples who stood before and behind Long Zhongtian.

Especially the disciples in front, all of them wanted to take the position of the head sect leader but the head sect leader said no, which made him very difficult and caught in a dilemma.

And as time passed, Long Zhengtian became more and more impatient. When had he ever suffered such anger? If he had known earlier, he should have let the little girl give it to him directly.

Just as Long Fangyu was about to go forward, he saw his father in the crowd, which shocked him.

"Father, why are you here?" Long Fangyu, this fool, had a loud voice. The air became strangely quiet and the disciples around him didn't dare to make a sound.

Why on earth?

Why?

He was just queuing up, why was he in front of the leader? He really wanted to die.

He wants to give in but can't, and if he doesn't, he'll feel conflicted.

Long Zhengtian was already in a bad mood, and Long Fangyu just happened to run into him: "What do you think I'm doing here?"

Long Fangyu looked up and then at his father: "Dad, you are queuing? Why? Why not just go to the front?"

Obviously, Long Fangyu took it for granted that he didn't need to queue.

Besides, he knew Sister Yan! Why did he need to queue?

………………

Yan Zhiyin could only say, "Don't get involved."

Long Zhengtian: "How could I give birth to a son like you? All the disciples in the sect are lining up, how dare you cut in line?"

The word "queue-cutting" was coined by the little girl just now. He himself cannot cut in line, let alone his son.

"Father, I'm different from you. Junior Sister Yan and I met yesterday. She must still remember me!"

"Hmph!" Long Zhengtian snorted coldly!

That little girl didn't even take him, the sect leader, seriously, let alone Fang Yu.

But Long Fangyu is particularly confident in himself.

So Yan Zhiyin looked up again speechlessly: "Who are you?"

"What? Junior Sister Yan, you actually forgot who I am?"

Long Fangyu's startled look made Yan Zhiyin look like a bad woman.

Those disciples started to watch the fun again!

"Why should I remember you? I don't know you!" Yan Zhiyin was not completely without impression, after all, it was this person who had been barking there yesterday.

But what is going on today? Moreover, Yan Zhiyin thinks that the person in front of him looks quite similar to the leader of Lingtian Sect.

After thinking about it, Yan Zhiyin knew that this person should be the son of the headmaster.

"You, you, how could you not remember me." Long Fangyu felt aggrieved, how could he not remember him!

"What do you want? Don't interfere with my business here. If you want to buy crayfish, go to the back and line up. Don't get involved with Pan here. I won't give you a back door."

Yan Zhiyin really didn't want to see the other party feeling aggrieved, so she directly refused with righteous words.

Then, Long Fangyu returned to the back of the team dejectedly.

Of course, we also saw Long Zhongtian on the way.

Long Zhengtian looked at his son who had returned, and his heart was finally at ease. If he had to queue up but his son didn't, wouldn't that be a slap in his face?

"Fang Yu! You're back!" Long Zhengtian looked at his own son with gloating expression.

Long Fangyu's originally dim eyes immediately brightened up when he heard this voice: "Father, can I cut in line here?"

Long Fangyu looked at Long Zhongtian happily, thinking that her father couldn't just ignore her!

"Impossible!" Long Zhengtian blew his nose and glared. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Father, I am your own son! How can you ignore me?" Long Fangyu looked at his father in disbelief.

"Stop acting, hurry up and line up in the back, otherwise there will be more and more people behind you." Long Zhengtian looked back and saw that there were a lot more people behind him.

When Long Zhengtian looked over, the disciples lowered their heads one after another, hoping that the master would not notice them.

Long Fangyu looked conflicted, but in the end he had no choice but to queue up at the end.

Fortunately, Long Fangyu's influence was not as great as Long Zhongtian's, so he was not that nervous and even chatted and laughed with Long Fangyu.