Many people also gathered in the square. The Zhenwu Academy occupies an area with Yin Xueze as the center. Everyone is either meditating and resting, or walking further away to chat, or taking out food to eat and drink. Yin Xueze was leaning against a statue, his eyes closed, his face calm, as if he was asleep.
Jing Yingrong sat down close to Yin Xueze. Those who originally wanted to talk to her were deterred after seeing the Shura.
Not long after, Tang Zhile and another person arrived. He said, "Let's go to the inn and settle down first. I will explain it to you in detail later."
The inn Tang Zhile chose was very luxurious. He said to Yin Xueze as if he was taking credit for it: "Hey, Brother Yin, is this okay? I specially picked a quiet room for you."
Yin Xueze said "hmm" in a moderate tone and walked straight to his room. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Jing Yingrong: "Do you have enough spirit stones?"
Jing Yingrong: "Enough."
After saying that, she went to book a room alone, and then took out a top-quality spiritual stone for Tang Zhile.
Tang Zhile didn't answer, and said blankly: "Why did you give me the spirit stone?"
Jing Yingrong: "I'll be with you, count me in everything."
Tang Zhile was still hesitant when he heard Yin Xueze say impatiently: "Take it."
Tang Zhile then took the spirit stone and muttered: "There's no need for so many..."
"Long-winded."
Yin Xueze dropped the two words full of disgust and slammed the door.
Tang Zhile didn't take it seriously and said to Jing Yingrong: "These people let me manage the accounts for convenience. I remember everyone's individual expenses, including yours. When we separate in the future, we will refund more and make up for less." .”
Jing Yingrong nodded: "I understand."
"Go and rest first. I'll call you later."
"Um."
Everyone's rooms are on the third floor. The lobby on the first floor is a place for eating, and the second floor is also used for accommodation, but the room quality is slightly worse than that on the third floor.
After a while, Tang Zhile called everyone to gather downstairs and ordered a large table of dishes at the same time.
"I have inquired clearly. We do not need to rush to Taichu Temple to register. We can register at the hotel. At that time, a preliminary screening will be carried out on the applicants. Anyone below the Nascent Soul stage, as long as they have not already joined other sects, or have a notorious reputation. Anyone can pass the primary election."
Tang Zhile described the registration process in detail, and then said: "Ten days later, Changhuan Hotel will send those who have passed the preliminary selection to the residence of Taichu Temple, which is at the foot of Taiyue Mountain. By then, not only Changhuan Hotel will , all hotels will send people to them, and Taichu Guan will conduct entry selection and assessment."
After listening to Tang Zhile's words, everyone discussed for a while, only Yin Xueze and Jing Yingrong were eating silently.
Yin Xueze was very quiet while eating, with his eyes half-closed and his expression focused. Even his sitting posture was upright and almost obedient. The sinister look in his eyebrows seemed to have never existed before. His outstanding appearance attracted the attention of many female nuns in the lobby, covertly and covertly.
"Hey, kid, you just said what you need to prepare for registration. Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
Suddenly a rough voice sounded from the side, and a burly man was seen standing next to the table at some point. His muscular body was intimidating.
The big man stared at Tang Zhile with his bell-like eyes, his expression extremely rude. His cultivation level was on par with Tang Zhile's, but he didn't take anyone in the Zhenwu Academy seriously at all.
Jing Yingrong stopped her chopsticks and watched quietly. The person next to her whispered: "It's physical cultivation."
Tang Zhile frowned and said, "Your Excellency, this doesn't seem like you're asking someone for advice."
"Ask for advice?" The big man's eyes widened, and he slapped the table with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, "Which of your ears heard that I was asking for advice?"
When the big man slapped the table, the table did not move at all, but the dishes and cups on the table were shaken up to a foot high and then fell down with a clanging sound. Food and wine spilled all over the table, making it a mess.
Yin Xueze raised his chopsticks halfway and stared at the spilled dishes in front of him, his expression a little confused.
Tang Zhile said angrily: "You..."
His words stopped suddenly, as a cold and piercing murderous intent swept through the hall.
The big man was still looking for the source of this murderous intention, when suddenly an afterimage passed before his eyes, and then he felt severe pain in his hand.
He took a closer look and saw that his hand slapping the table was pierced vertically by a pair of chopsticks, along with the thick tabletop underneath.
"ah--!"
The big man screamed in pain and pulled out the chopsticks, but saw blood spattering and a bloody hole in his palm. He was shocked and angry. He stopped bleeding and looked around: "Who! Who did this! Get out of here!"
"It's so noisy!"
The black shadow flashed, and everyone heard a loud "bang" sound and saw the big man's entire body sunk into the wall. In front of him stood Yin Xueze with a stern face.
The big man was dizzy and had stars in his eyes. He finally came back to his senses. He vomited blood and said to Yin Xueze: "You, you... uh..."
He said "you" to you for a long time without saying anything. Yin Xueze became more and more impatient, grabbed him by the collar and said: "Pay up!"
The big man was completely stunned, and then he became furious and punched Yin Xueze with his huge fist: "You bastard, you are looking for death!"
The veins on Yin Xueze's forehead twitched. He struck out like lightning, then struck first, holding the big man's elbow joint with his palm, using his long and slender fingers to exert force flexibly, making a clever move.
The big man's punch suddenly lost all its strength, his forearm hung limply, and his muscles and meridians were all twisted.
Yin Xueze grabbed the big man's collar with one hand and pushed the big man against the wall, and punched the big man in the waist and abdomen with the other hand.
He punched him one after another, but the big man had no power to fight back, and his painful expression was even more frightening.
What's even more weird is that a layer of frost crystals gradually formed on the big man's body, but Yin Xueze clearly didn't use any spiritual power.
"Uh! Stop, stop...uh! I, uh, I'll compensate!"
The big man struggled to say the words of begging for mercy, and Yin Xueze finally stopped. He let go of his hand and let the big man slide from the wall to the ground, looking down at the other person.
The big man didn't dare to delay, so he tremblingly took out a bag of spiritual stones and handed it over. Yin Xueze grabbed the bag and threw it to the innkeeper who turned pale with fright. Still staring at the big man, he asked: "Is the compensation enough?"
The shopkeeper, Little Chicken, pecked at the rice and nodded: "That's enough, that's enough, there's more."
Yin Xueze: "Serve the table again."
Shopkeeper: "Okay, okay, I'll serve it to you right away!"
Yin Xueze once again grabbed the big man by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and threw the man's mountain-like body out of the inn door like a torn sack.
Everyone in the lobby focused on Yin Xueze, but he turned a blind eye and walked straight upstairs.
Tang Zhile shouted: "You don't want to eat?"
Yin Xueze didn't look back: "I won't eat."
Everyone in the Zhenwu Academy changed tables and continued eating. Tang Zhile sat next to Jing Yingrong and asked with concern: "Didn't I scare you just now?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head: "No."
Tang Zhile smiled, pointed downstairs, and whispered: "He has this temper, but he has no bad intentions. If you don't recruit him, it will be fine."
Jing Yingrong nodded slightly and looked at Yin Xueze's room, her eyes a little dark.
