Chapter 143

Style: Heros Author: Bao Bao XinWords: 2253Update Time: 24/01/18 17:48:22
The spikes on the gloves lit up with a cold light, and the spiritual energy condensed into a shadow of the gloves and struck the mirror.

Although the man's voice was fierce, everyone present could see that he had not killed anyone.

Jing Yingrong did not dodge or attack. She watched with a calm expression as the opponent rushed towards her.

But he screamed and fell to the ground instantly.

The man was rolling in pain, wailing from his mouth, and blood was flowing down his wrists and from his gloves.

Jing Yingrong raised her steps, paused for a moment, raised her skirt slightly, and then calmly stepped over the man.

She walked away without looking back.

The others recovered from their shock and gathered around to check on the male disciple.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked. The sharp spikes on the outside of the man's gloves somehow turned into the inside of the gloves, and all pierced into the man's finger joints.

After everyone worked together to help take off the gloves, everyone could not help but shudder as they looked at the bloody holes on the man's hands. They subconsciously looked towards the direction where Jing Yingrong left, showing fear and fear.

Jing Yingrong came to the registration office. After completing the registration, she received a storage bag issued by the sect.

The storage bag contained two sets of inner disciple uniforms, a map of Yingyu Island, and some jade slips.

The elder on duty at the registration office said to Jing Yingrong in a routine manner: "The service must be kept well. We must wear it on important occasions. If you lose it, you can use your contribution points to buy it. Look at the map carefully, and remember clearly what is in the jade slip." Go to the Chengdao Hall to redeem the subsequent parts of our skills."

Jing Yingrong nodded to show his understanding, and the elder added: "One thing must be remembered: the inner sect allows private combat with force, but no one is allowed to die, otherwise the result will be that the cultivation level is abolished and expelled from the sect. Except In addition, you are not allowed to poison or assassinate, you are not allowed to fight more or less, and you must compensate for the sect's facilities and property damaged in the fight. The rules in this regard are written in the jade slips, you can read it yourself."

"good."

After coming out of the registration office, Jing Yingrong stood outside the gate.

Ji Yanzhu: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Jing Yingrong: "That person just now may find someone stronger to take revenge on me."

Ji Sha Jian: "You seem to be familiar with this routine?"

Ji Jie Bi: "Isn't this how Li Chengkong's powerful enemies came to be? He defeated the weak ones to become stronger."

Jing Yingrong: "Some are."

Ji Jie Bi: "What are the other ones?"

Jing Yingrong: "I fought the strong one from the beginning."

Ji Jie Bi: "He is really good."

Jing Yingrong waited for a while, but when he saw no one came, he stopped waiting and left for Chengdao Hall.

Chengdao Hall is also located on the top of the mountain, not far from the registration office.

No matter which part of Taichu Guan's cultivation techniques it is, the outer disciples can only get the first part. If they want to get the subsequent parts, they must be promoted to the inner sect or even personally taught.

The elder on duty at Chengdao Hall was drawing. When he knew someone had come in, he pointed at the left and right walls with his pen without raising his head, and said: "You can get whichever one you want to exchange, just put the token on it."

In the center of the wall is a pattern composed of white jade squares. Each square has the name of the technique outlined in spiritual patterns, and the number of contribution points required for redemption is marked under the name.

As a representative technique of Taichu Guan, the number of points required for redemption of "Xuanhong Dao Tu" is undoubtedly the highest.

But Jing Yingrong did not redeem the "Xuanhong Dao Diagram" first. Instead, he walked to the left wall and put the token on the top left square.

The spiritual pattern on the square lighted up and made a slight "click" sound. Then the square flipped around and pushed out a purple jade slip.

Jing Yingrong caught the jade slip, returned the square to its place, and continued to affix the token to the next square.

Click, click, click...

The elder finally noticed the rhythmic sound. He stopped writing slightly dissatisfied, and was about to ask a question, but was stunned when he looked up and saw Jing Yingrong's behavior.

The mirror Yingrong was pasted one square after another from top to bottom, left to right, and the falling jade slips of the martial arts were caught by Yun Luo one by one.

Elder: "What are you doing?"

Jing Yingrong: "Exchange the technique."

The elder hesitated for a moment and said in a warning tone: "There are restrictions on the jade slips of the martial arts. They can only be used by the person who redeems them. If they are used by others, they will be found out."

Jing Yingrong: "I know."

Elder: "You can redeem whatever you learn. What's the use of redeeming so many?"

Jing Yingrong: "Look."

Elder: "..."

The elder picked up the pen again and continued to paint while muttering "waste".

Jing Yingrong finished exchanging all the jade slips, and his spiritual sense penetrated the token to check the remaining contribution points.

Ji Sha Jian: "How many are left?"

Mirror Yingrong: "Five hundred."

Ji Sha Jian: "You are poor."

Jing Yingrong: "..."

Ji Jie Bi was amused: "Get something to redeem, redeem more, it seems that the inner sect has a great demand for contribution points. Last time you killed the puppet ancestor and his men, you didn't see the storage ring you got, right? ? Check and count everything when you have time, and exchange whatever you don’t need.”

"Um."

Before leaving, the elder suddenly stopped Jing Yingrong: "Hey, wait a minute, come over and take a look at my painting."

Jing Yingrong walked over and looked at the work the elder had just completed.

There was a look of pride on the elder's face that could not be concealed: "How is it?"

Jing Yingrong was silent for a moment, with a hint of confusion in her expression.

"What did you draw?"

The elder pointed to the door: "Get out."

"oh."

Jing Yingrong left Chengdao Hall, found a restaurant opened by the sect, and sat down in an empty seat on the second floor.

She ordered two dishes at random, then took out the map of Yingyu Island and looked at it.

"Is it a big change?" Jijiebi asked her.

Jing Yingrong: "A few more cities."

Jijiebi: "It doesn't look like it's big."

Jing Yingrong: "The four pavilions have gone out separately."

Jijie Pen: "No longer on the island?"

"Well, it hangs outside the island and is connected to the island by the Hongqiao."

"That's good. Although the disciples of the Fourth Pavilion are equal to the disciples of the inner sect, they are not good at fighting and will easily suffer losses if they stay on the island."

After reading the map, Jing Yingrong then looked at the jade slips containing the rules of the inner gate.

"When you are in a private fight, you must not take the initiative to attack a disciple who is one level below yourself." She read in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Sha Jian: "Has this changed?"

Ji Jie Bi: "Yes. The rule back then was that you were not allowed to take the initiative to attack someone who was a big difference from yourself."

Jiyanzhu: "In other words, people with low cultivation levels can now challenge people with higher cultivation levels by one realm or more without restriction?"

Ji Jie Bi: "Yes, but the party with higher cultivation level is allowed to fight back after being attacked."

Ji Sha Sword: "It means that no one can stop a weak person from seeking death."

Jijie Pen: "Pfft."

Jing Yingrong and Sanling were discussing the rules of the inner sect, when the monks at the table next to them suddenly started arguing.

They were two inner disciples, a man and a woman, and they seemed to have had a dispute over something. In anger, the nun slapped the table, causing the entire table and dishes to scatter.

The male cultivator was also furious and directly sacrificed the magic weapon.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I'll show you the real deal!"

"I'm still afraid of you!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them started fighting on the second floor.