Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 88: Divine Palace Gate

Actually, Shenfu Gate is not inside the city, but on Daqiao Mountain outside the city.

In fact, Huanglongfu City was not connected to Daqiao Mountain at the beginning, but later the city expanded and finally reached the foot of Daqiao Mountain.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the Shenfu Gate?"

Bai Yuan found a passerby and asked.

"Young man, you are from another county, right? Go east from Shenfu Gate and you will arrive when you see a mountain."

A young man said with a smile.

In Huanglong Mansion, even a young child can point out the location of the Shenfu Gate.

The young man was very enthusiastic, with a hint of pride in his words.

The Shenfu Sect is considered a top-notch sect not only in Huanglong Prefecture, but also in the entire Lingzhou.

When people from Huanglongfu mention Shenfumen to people from other states, they will unconsciously straighten their backs and be quite confident.

"Thank you."

Bai Yuan smiled and clasped his fists.

During this period of time, he had almost figured out the situation in Huanglong City and was now preparing to report to Shenfu Gate. He couldn't delay too long.

Seeing Bai Yuan was about to turn around and leave.

The young man kindly reminded: "Little brother, you can't just enter the Shenfu Gate if you want to."

Bai Yuan: "I just saw it from afar because of its reputation."

"That's good."

The young man then left with peace of mind.

Shenfu Gate.

Bai Yuan looked up at the three words written on the ten-foot-high stone gate plaque and smiled.

finally reached.

"Senior Zhang, you accepted three hundred taels of silver from my father, how can you..."

A young man with a red face filled with anxiety spoke loudly in front of the mountain gate.

But before he could finish, the middle-aged martial artist in front of him slapped the boy out of the mountain gate with one palm, attracting many people's attention.

So overbearing!

Although many people saw it, most chose to turn a blind eye.

Almost all the people here are from other counties who come here to seek opportunities, or they are just menial disciples. Who dares to control them?

Bai Yuan was secretly shocked.

Three hundred taels!
Too expensive.

The three hundred taels mentioned by the young man should be the bribe for becoming a menial disciple in the Divine Mansion Sect. It was a pity that the middle-aged man took it unscrupulously.

Such things are actually not uncommon in Huwei Martial Arts School.

Many instructors would secretly put their apprentices' tuition fees into their own pockets and then turn around and deny it. There were too many such cases.

Shenfu Sect is the temple of Huanglong Mansion. Even for menial disciples, the requirements for physique are extremely high, and only those with average or lower physique can enter.

Obviously, the young man did not have strong enough physique, so his family had to resort to unconventional methods.

It’s a pity that I ran into a gangster who was robbing his gang.

There is no way to explain this matter.

Even if you report it to the Divine Mansion, no one will care, because the boy may not be able to touch the highest level even as well as a middle-aged man. How can you report it?
You can only admit defeat.

"Sure enough, disputes are inevitable no matter where you are."

Bai Yuan sighed inwardly.

The young man struggled to get up, turned around and left helplessly. He was originally from another county, so how could he defeat the giant dragon coiling around the mountain.

When he was going down the mountain, he happened to pass by Bai Yuan.

"You can eat some hawthorn to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

The boy looked at the young man of almost the same age with surprise.

"Are you a doctor?"

"cook."

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The boy still showed a grateful look: "Thank you."

Bai Yuan nodded and walked towards the mountain gate.

I just remembered myself going to Huwei Martial Arts School to become a disciple, so I couldn't help but say a few more words.

There weren't many people coming and going in front of the mountain gate. There were only a few errand disciples, which was why the middle-aged man dared to be so blatant.

Any outer disciple would spend most of his time practicing boxing diligently inside the sect, so he wouldn't have the leisure time to go down the mountain.

Practicing martial arts is hard work after all.

The middle-aged man saw another young man walking towards the mountain gate.

But this time his attitude was much better, just because of the jade pendant on the young man's waist.

Only inner sect disciples or above are qualified to wear this woodcutter's jade pendant, which means that the young man in front of him is at least an inner sect disciple.

There are many powerful martial artists in the Shenfu Sect, but inner sect disciples are rare.

There is an extremely high age requirement to become an inner disciple of the Shenfu Sect. One must become a strong and powerful martial artist before the age of 40, otherwise there will be no chance for him in his lifetime.

A middle-aged man is 45 years old when he breaks through the strong and dirty barrier. If he exceeds the age limit, he can only be a deacon.

"This junior brother looks very familiar, I wonder which peak he is from?"

His face was all smiles.

Although both inner disciples and deacons are strong martial artists, their status is very different.

For the Shenfu Sect, the inner disciples are their own people, while the deacons are just workers.

"Which peak?"

Bai Yuan was stunned because neither Dong Wanjun nor You Shengnan had told him.

Although he had heard a lot of news about the Shenfu Sect during this period, he naturally had no way of knowing internal information like this.

Seeing Bai Yuan's expression, the middle-aged man immediately understood.

It turned out to be a chick.

I guess he should be a new disciple of an elder.

The smile on his face grew even wider; now was the best opportunity to get closer.

"I don't know which elder this senior brother is your disciple. I'm very familiar with the Thirteen Peaks in our sect. I'll take you there directly."

Bai Yuan: "Dong Wanjun."

When the middle-aged man heard the name Dong Wanjun, the smile on his face froze.

"Give me the token. All new disciples need to verify their identities when they register."

He changed his face in an instant, transforming into an iron-faced judge with a look of fairness and impartiality.

Bai Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that Old Man Dong is not very popular in Shenfu Gate.

The middle-aged man did not try to conceal his intentions towards Old Man Dong. A deacon dared to do this, let alone others.

Bai Yuan: "In that case, I'll come back another day."

This was not the first time he had been in the underworld, so he could see that the middle-aged man was clearly looking for trouble with him.

If I give the jade pendant to the other party now, I may not be able to get it back.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Shenfumen is not a place where you can come and go as you please!"

His figure suddenly pounced towards Bai Yuan like an eagle, and the five fingers of his right hand grabbed Bai Yuan like hooks.

Bai Yuan's eyes were cold.

He touched the ground with his toes and jumped down ten steps in one step.

The middle-aged man's palm strike missed, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he stared at Bai Yuan for a long time.

"Yi Jin?"

He had excellent eyesight and was able to judge Bai Yuan's cultivation level just by the way he walked.

It is obvious that a small Yi Jin martial arts master can obtain the token of an inner disciple, which shows that he is highly respected. Such a situation is rare in the Thirteen Peaks of Shenfu Sect.

There was a hint of cruelty in the middle-aged man's eyes.

What kind of person is Dong Wanjun?

It is an existence that can only be maintained at par with the combined efforts of the twelve peak masters.

Of course I wouldn't dare to kill him, but I could humiliate him a little. Then I could go to the peak masters to ask for credit and get a very generous reward.

Bai Yuan keenly sensed the middle-aged man's intention.

He pushed the handle with his right thumb, and the Blood Tiger Scimitar came out of the sheath an inch.

Of course, it is impossible to sit and wait for death.

What's more, it's not like he hasn't killed strong and dirty martial artists before. If necessary, he doesn't mind killing another one.

(End of this chapter)