Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 322: The Punishing Pill

Gangjing Pills: After taking the pill, the person will gain a body of steel and can resist 50% of the damage from any force. Side effects: Please protect your mouth, it will refute all the words of the people around you at any time and place, and attract hatred, and the damage to the mouth will be fed back to the body tenfold.

The spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness was punching and kicking the bottle.

Han Yu looked at the pill carefully, as if he could see a flower in it, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything wrong with the pill.

The time limit is still seven days.

He was a little bit unconvinced that Pingzi was really broken. In the beginning, he had played with himself so hard that he took one pill a day just to recover as soon as possible.

You can't forget your roots just because life gets better, right?
Han Yu still felt that something must have happened during this sleep and he didn't know about it yet.

On the other side, the weapon spirit seemed to be tired of fighting, and lay down as if it had lost its soul, looking extremely aggrieved.

If Pingzi really had to take one pill every three days, it would be even more difficult for it to form a complete spirit body.

It is not possible to meet a lucky person or someone gifted with supernatural powers every time. To survive in the long run, you have to rely on the pills in the bottle to share the profits.

Han Yu took one last look at the pill and licked his lips.

The pills are really good.

But you eat what I suggest, and I don’t eat what I give.

Outside Pingyang City, because of the Luoxing Sect, the flow of people today is obviously a lot more.

There were ordinary warriors or civilians coming into the city in groups of three or two, as well as young monks with various levels of cultivation who had just set foot in the Shenquan realm.

There is a checkpoint at the city gate. If you want to go in, you have to line up in two rows and register one by one before you can be allowed in.

Dozens of palace guards with golden swords stood on the side, while the clerks in charge of writing on the left and right were busy as hell.

A few ordinary warriors were stopped immediately when they stepped forward to cut in line.

"What are we doing? We are here to participate in the Luoxing Sect's recruitment of disciples."

This big man was tall and strong, and the fat on his face swung when he spoke. Even the minor clerks looked at him with disgust.

You're a monk with this stuff?
He almost couldn't help but want to persuade the other party to go to southern Xinjiang. With his character, he should just join the evil sect.

The other three behind the big man didn't look like good people either.

Soon there was a quarrel and several palace guards came out with frowns on their brows. They were already annoyed enough by having to guard the gate these past two days, and now these ruffians dared to make more noise.

One of the palace guards patted the long sword on his waist, and a wave of true energy blew several people to the ground before he shouted, "If you don't want to follow the rules, get out of here. If you keep making noise, you will be locked up in the government jail for three days."

With the intervention of the palace guards, this group of people finally became silent and retracted their heads and ran to the back to line up obediently.

"Name……"

The clerk kept writing as the crowd moved forward, and soon they reached the big men.

At this time, another palace guard came out hurriedly with a large stack of maritime arrest warrants. He brought these things under the order of Du Nanyuan to prevent criminals from sneaking into this group of people and trying to get away with it.

Further back, the clerk was registering while he was comparing the documents with the portraits.

As expected, as soon as this trick was used, some people in the team looked unhappy and secretly left the team.

The guards who had been guarding the gate for a long time suddenly became much more energetic at this kind of merit that came right to their doorstep.

"stop!"

Some palace guards had already shouted to stop them.

"Only a fool would stand."

The big man just now spat, overturned the table and ran away.

For a moment, the entire outside of the city was in chaos, with constant sounds of cursing, shouting, and chasing.

It was the first time that Han Yu witnessed such a lively event. He hid in the crowd and watched quietly.

A group of monks can easily capture a group of mortals.

Soon, all the escapees had their legs broken and thrown together. The palace guards took the documents and compared them one by one, their faces twitching.

"Good fellows, they are either bandits or thieves, and some are murderers."

Are you really planning to take advantage of the situation and get away with it?

"What are you doing? I came to join Luoxing Sect, you can't arrest me."

The only one who was still making a fuss at this moment was the bandit, who was still shouting at the palace guards in defiance.

He had been hiding from place to place for more than a year, and finally heard that there was a sect that was looking for disciples, so he came here from afar.

Trying to protect himself through the monastic sect.

The palace guard in charge of guarding this group of people could not help but sneer, and slapped the man's face hard with the back of his knife.

"Do you think you can escape the law by becoming a cultivator? You think too much. As long as you break the law, even if you join a sect, you will still be dragged out and chopped to pieces."

Just as the palace guard finished speaking in such a tough manner, a burst of angry rebuke suddenly came from the air.

"What a loud tone."

Everyone looked up and saw an old man in his sixties falling from the sky angrily.

Afterwards, a group of monks flying swords followed. There were quite a few of them, numbering several hundred.

It looks like a dark mass, leaving aside the level of their cultivation, the aura is real.

Xiahou Jie was already angry because he was dissatisfied with Pingyang Prefecture's actions. Unexpectedly, not long after, a disciple came to report that Pingyang Prefecture was arresting the candidates who came to participate in the opening ceremony.

This made him very angry. It was really too much.

It would have been fine if it was just a report for the opening ceremony, but detaining the examinee had already upset him, and now they were arresting his future followers.

These people who came here because of his reputation will all be his disciples in the future, and the vital force of Luoxing Sect.

As soon as he landed, he sneered and said to the cultivator, "When did you, the garrison, become so tough? You said that even if you enter my sect, I will still capture and kill you, right?"

As he spoke, an aura of great perfection of the spirit-peeping state vibrated out, trying to subdue the other party.

The palace guard is indeed a tough guy. With the cultivation level of a mere Other Shore Realm, he still holds on with great grit and teeth despite crossing two major realms.

Xiahou Jie frowned when he saw this situation. He really couldn't figure out where these people got the confidence from.

He didn't like the attitude of Pingyang Prefecture being on an equal footing with him. If a palace guard dared to do this, what about that bastard Du Nanyuan? Now he dared to ride on his face and piss.

"I will guard the place for you and teach you well."

As he spoke, Xiahou Jie had plans to establish his authority.

If we don't teach them a lesson, who will come to Luoxing Sect in the future?

He naturally understood what kind of people could come to the sect, but he didn't care.

Since it is difficult for a sect to develop, we can make up for it with numbers.

He actually did so. The Luoxing Sect relied on the number of more than 2,000 cultivators to advance from a third-rate sect to a second-rate sect in one fell swoop.

If we only count the number, the number of monks under his command is no less than that of the Nine Sects.

Seeing that the other party was already thinking about taking action, another group of palace guards also surrounded them.

“It doesn’t matter how many come.”

Xiahou Jie sneered and stretched out his hand. As he mobilized his true energy, a freezing wind blew all around. The guards around him could still barely hold it in, but the civilians and young monks in the queue couldn't stand it anymore. They kept rubbing their hands and breathing out.

It was a bright sunny day, but it felt like the coldest time of winter.

"It doesn't matter how many times you say it, right?"

Just as he was about to make a move, a group of people in the city quickly walked out in neat steps.

(End of this chapter)