In Yin Xueze's eyes, which were more white than black, the black pupils, which were smaller than those of ordinary people, moved back and forth in the direction in which the two of them were escaping.
He snorted lightly and raised the Black Prison Gun high. The black flames at the tip of the gun exploded and swirled, forming a flame vortex. Immediately, he threw it with all his strength, and the Black Prison Spear trailed a long flame tail, and meteors shot out like a moon, targeting one of the Golden Core cultivators.
The moment the Mo Prison Gun was released, Yin Xueze's entire body had disappeared from the spot, and only black light could be seen passing through the sky, leaving behind a series of afterimages, pointing at another person.
The man looked back in horror, a fist wrapped in black flames reflected in his pupils.
boom!
Yin Xueze punched the opponent's waist and abdomen. The opponent's body twisted and spit out blood that was frozen into scarlet ice slag. Black flames spread over his body, turning him into a burning man in an instant.
At the same moment, the Ink Prison Gun also chased behind the remaining man. The whirlpool of flames consumed the opponent's spiritual power and counterattacked. With the muffled sound of "porphyry", the Ink Prison Gun unstoppably penetrated the vital part of the man.
Yin Xueze withdrew the Black Prison Gun and returned to the flying boat without looking at the two fallen bodies behind him.
When he passed by the owner of the flying boat, the owner of the flying boat subconsciously tensed up and took half a step back.
"Many... many thanks to Fellow Daoist Yin for your help."
The owner of the flying boat stuttered. He seemed to realize something, took out a bag of things, and said, "This is a little thought from me. I hope fellow Taoists don't dislike it."
Before he finished speaking, Yin Xueze snatched the bag and threw it to the pleasant man next to Jing Yingrong.
"Eh? What are you doing for me?"
Yin Xueze took a long step, passed him and returned to his seat, and said casually: "Book a better inn next time."
Several young people looked at each other and understood the meaning of his words one after another, and cheered happily.
"Thank you, Brother Yin!"
"Brother Yin, you are so kind!"
"Brother Yin is the best!"
"Brother Yin is the best in the world!"
Several people gushed and praised, with a tendency to become more and more exaggerated.
The veins on Yin Xueze's forehead jumped and jumped, and he almost shouted angrily: "Shut up!"
Several people covered their mouths in unison, and it was so quiet.
In the silence where everyone dared not breathe, Jing Yingrong suddenly spoke:
"Is "Mingyan Shenwu Baolu" the inheritance of Wan Chengxuan?"
Several young people, including Yin Xueze, were stunned.
The lovable man asked in confusion: "What treasure record? What does it have to do with our Dean Wan?"
After being stunned for a moment, Yin Xueze stared at Jing Yingrong with a falcon-like gaze and asked, "How do you know?"
Jing Yingrong was unmoved by his ferocious eyes, and said without changing her face: "I have seen him create this technique."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people suddenly became strange.
Some people were confused: "Didn't Dean Wan have been incarnate for more than 400 years..."
Jing Yingrong: "Three hundred years. After he faked his death, he wandered around for more than a hundred years before he died."
"Fake death?!" Several people asked in unison in shock.
Jing Yingrong didn't answer but asked: "Is your current dean Song Jibai?"
Yin Xueze: "It's him, he also gave Baolu to me." For some reason, after hearing Jing Yingrong tell about Wan Chengxuan's fake death, the hostility and wariness in his eyes disappeared a lot.
Jing Yingrong: "It seems that he has obtained all the inheritance of Wan Chengxuan. How is Yu Lin now?"
When they heard this name, everyone else looked like they were speechless.
Only Yin Xueze was honest and said bluntly: "About two hundred years ago, when he wanted to compete for the position of dean, he was killed by dean Song."
The reflection in the mirror slightly tilted her head, as if she was not surprised.
There was a hint of scrutiny in Yin Xueze's eyes: "Do you know them two?"
Jing Yingrong: "I've met him several times."
"Huh?" someone said in surprise, "Aren't you at least over three hundred years old? With your cultivation level..."
The man suddenly became silent, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident. Others looked at the mirror with sympathy.
Yin Xueze frowned and said nothing.
The lovable man looked worried as he said, "Why don't you join us in the Taichu Guan's disciple recruitment meeting? If you can join the Taichu Guan, you might be able to break through the realm. In that case, you can extend your lifespan. ”
"Yeah, come with us and try it."
"Everyone knows that Taichu Guan's skills are exquisite. If you can worship at the mountain gate, you will definitely be able to break through."
"That's right, don't give up. There's nothing to lose if you give it a try anyway."
Several people tried to persuade Jing Yingrong with their words, and their tone was very sincere, not hiding the concern in their hearts.
Jing Yingrong looked at the people, she blinked, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and said: "Okay."
"..."
Everyone was stunned.
"Tsk."
Yin Xueze's slightly dissatisfied voice came from behind, pulling the others out of their daze.
The lovable man said quickly: "I haven't introduced you yet, but we are all from Zhenwu Academy. My name is Tang Zhile."
"My name is……"
Several people took turns introducing their names to Jing Yingrong.
"The mirror reflects your face," she said.
Tang Zhile smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Jing, let's take action together from now on."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
Everyone in the Zhenwu Academy originally wanted to laugh and chat with Jing Yingrong, but the violent aura that Yin Xueze exuded made them sit upright with their lips tightly closed.
There were no further incidents along the way, and monks arrived at their destination one after another and left the flying boat. In the end, only Jing Yingrong and the people from the Zhenwu Academy were left on the flying boat.
At the last stop, Chang Huan Mansion, the flying boat descended and the flowing water stairs reappeared.
Jing Yingrong and everyone from the Zhenwu Academy got off the flying boat. Tang Zhile said, "Let's go to the Taichu Temple in Changhuan Mansion first and have a look. Does anyone have any objections?"
Mirror Yingrong: "Hotel?"
"Yeah, you don't know? Haven't you been to Taichu Temple before?"
Mirror Yingrong: "There was no such thing at that time."
"That's it. The hotel is the local office of Taichu Guan in each region under its jurisdiction. Currently, Taichu Guan has more than 300 hotels in total." Tang Zhile explained.
Jing Yingrong said thoughtfully: "It was the original station."
Tang Zhile thought for a while and said: "It seems that it was indeed called a residence in the past, but it was all called a hotel a long time ago. The term residence has been abolished."
Jing Yingrong nodded lightly.
Abruptly, Yin Xueze said, "Are you finished? Leave immediately after you finish speaking."
"Just leave, leave now."
Everyone hurriedly took out their magic weapons and set off on their way.
The mirror-reflecting Yun Luo attracted envious looks from fellow female cultivators, but no one came forward to ask, probably because they were afraid that Yin Xueze would get angry.
After entering the city, everyone collected the magic weapons and walked to Changhuan Hotel.
Before I even got close, I saw a long queue outside the hotel from a distance.
Tang Zhile considered the situation and asked others to wait in a nearby square while he and another companion went to inquire about the news.
