Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1512 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Advanced Level
  Because when we were detecting in the crowd before, there were a lot of people with high cultivation here, and they could easily blend in. If they deliberately suppressed their cultivation, it would easily arouse suspicion.

Zhang Yan nodded and reached out to reach for the spirit stone. As soon as he put his hand on it, the spirit stone emitted a dazzling light, first red, then yellow, orange, and finally golden before stopping. Zhang Yan didn't understand what level this color divided, but he believed that his deep spiritual power could withstand the test. Looking secretly at the guard next to him, his face was still expressionless, so Zhang Yan felt relieved.

Zhang Yang just wanted to take back the spiritual power, but a huge suction force came from the spiritual stone, and the direction was different, and the spiritual power sucked was swaying around. It seems that this is a test of the ability to control spiritual power. Zhang Yan concentrated on controlling the spiritual power carefully. Immediately, the long and thick spiritual power stabilized, standing firmly in the huge suction vortex.

After a few moments, the spirit stone dimmed completely, and the test was over. The guard said: "It's over, let's go."

The two returned to the open-air registration office outside. The guard whispered to the young registrant for a moment. A gleam of surprise flashed in the young registrant's eyes. Then he looked at Zhang Yan, took out a wooden sign and handed it to Zhang Yan, "Give you Inject your spiritual energy into it, and you can leave after finishing it."

Zhang Yan did as he was told and injected a bit of his spiritual power into it. The young registrant nodded after seeing the changes on the wooden sign, indicating that Zhang Yan could leave.

So Zhang Yan took the wooden sign and turned around and left. Zhang Yan said to Xiao Yan in his heart: "Xiao Yan, since I have already signed up, I will definitely participate in the competition seriously. Don't worry, after all, the registration fee cost me several yuan of good spiritual stones. In order to compete, You should help me more with forging."

Xiao Yan was unmoved and said calmly: "I have taught you all the techniques, and you already know them."

"This is different. I don't have actual combat experience. This can't be done by just relying on my brain." Zhang Yan retorted.

"..."

When he didn't get a reply, Zhang Yan knew that Xiao Yan just didn't want to talk to him, so he stopped talking and walked into an inn. The waiter came over enthusiastically and said, "Sir, would you like to stay at the hotel or at the top?"

"Staying in a hotel, I want a room." Zhang Yan said.

"Okay, there is one upper room left, three ordinary rooms, and ten lower rooms. Which one does the guest want to live in?" asked the waiter.

"Just an ordinary room." Zhang Yan has always not valued these things, not to mention that in his state, he doesn't need sleep at all. In fact, the same is true for many people in this inn. They want a room just to have a good night's sleep. It's just a closed and independent space.

"Okay, sir, please come this way!" The waiter made an inviting gesture and took Zhang Yan to his room.

"Sir, that's it. You have a good rest. If you need anything, just come to me downstairs. I won't disturb you anymore." The waiter closed the door and retreated.

Zhang Yan sat on the bed, waved his hand, added various restrictions to the room, and then took out the wooden sign issued when registering. He did not miss the flash of surprise in the young registrant's eyes.

Zhang Yan looked at the wooden sign, which had his name and level on it, "Rogue Cultivator—Zhang Yan—Senior Blacksmith." Did he turn out to be a senior blacksmith? Could it be that this was what surprised the young registrant? Well, Zhang Yan himself was actually quite surprised.

(End of this chapter)