Yinchen sat in the corner of the large cafeteria, and one person occupied a large round table that could seat ten people, with a plate of chicken legs, a plate of ingredients, and a bowl of rice in front of him. The pure silver pupils were gloomy blood red at this time, and the expression on his face was no different from that of the remnant soul who crawled back to the world on the hungry ghost road.

The hierarchy of the Demon Pavilion, which has already penetrated into all corners of the sect. Just such a small breakfast, you can divide it into three, six, nine and so on according to the token. First of all, the strict door rules stipulate that only people above the elder level have the right to order food, and ordinary disciples and disciples can only "give what they eat", and secondly, the meals of the three types of people, temporary disciples, formal disciples, and disciples, are completely different, and even the cooking master is definitely different. Yinchen is a disciple, is the highest level of the "what to eat" class, so every meal must have a meat, a vegetarian and a soup (the soup has not yet been served), the meat dishes are whole meat, the vegetarian dishes are the freshest vegetables, as for the soup is said to be the most bleak time is the local chicken soup, and the quality of these meals is far from the "good luck" restaurant can be imagined by those chefs.

This meal, in terms of deliciousness, is even several levels higher than those high-quality meals in the "Fahua Temple".

Silver Dust struggled to pull his eyeballs off the chicken legs, habitually glancing at the entire cafeteria. It was completely different from the noise outside, the cafeteria was almost silent, and no disciple dared to speak, which was diametrically opposed to the situation of talking and laughing in the "Good Luck Coming" restaurant, which made Yinchen slightly surprised, but Yinchen still enjoyed this quiet environment.

Silver Dust didn't know that the customs of the Southern Empire and the Northern Empire were very surprised, and the rules of "eating without saying a word" were raised to the level of "royal law" in the Southern Empire, and were also advertised as a symbol of advanced culture. Yinchen didn't care about this, he just felt that this quiet environment was very comfortable, and the resentment of being surrounded at the door just now was swept away. His gaze continued to move, sweeping the entire hall, and then he was surprised to find that the number of various types of disciples in the Demon Pavilion was simply disproportionate.

In the huge cafeteria, there were nearly five hundred temporary disciples sitting together devouring (you can roughly guess from their cultivation), which was almost a piece of Wuyang. And those formal disciples who behaved nobly and ate slowly and orderly, there were only about twenty of them, all of them were far away, and they looked a little alone, and those disciples who had a long breath and naturally exuded an aura around their bodies also had more than a dozen people, and the number of formal disciples was similar, but it was far less than the number of temporary disciples.

To put it simply, the proportion of temporary disciples in this Demon Wing Pavilion stronghold is a bit unexpectedly high.

Yinchen originally thought that the level of the Demon Pavilion, which was distributed according to the scientific ratio of 4:3:2 in the number of people, and the strength of each level was quite even, which was easy to manage and facilitate the future talent reserve, but there were too many temporary disciples in the Demon Pavilion, hiding to the extent that he couldn't understand it, and he didn't understand how he could suppress this temporary disciple full of canteens just by adding his own "upper power" of less than forty people.

He had seen it from before the food was served, the treatment of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion was very different because of the difference in rank, and the disciples like Yinchen ate a chicken leg feast, and when they arrived at the formal disciples, there was only one dish left, that is, the meat slices were fried, and it seemed that there were more vegetables and less meat, as for the temporary disciples, they couldn't tell if they were eating vegan Yinchen at all, because Yinchen saw that those rice balls with a strange smell were simply pig feed.

On this point, these temporary disciples have enough reason to jump up and fight with formal disciples or even disciples, although the individual strength between them is far apart, but the absolute number can completely make up for the gap in cultivation, 500 against 40, an average of 8 to 1, such a ratio can already be limited among the melee monks to be afraid of the gap in the level realm, right? Yinchen thought so, but still didn't see any temporary disciples want to jump up and grab the plate of the "Venerable".

Silver Dust's eyes circled, in addition to thinking about some things that he didn't know, he also made sure that no one was staring at him here, because everyone was staring at the food in front of him, Silver Dust secretly put down his chopsticks, quietly stretched out his hand, picked up two thick chicken legs from the plate, and then opened his "bloody mouth" and bit down hard without any image.

A quarter of an hour later, Silver Dust drank half a bowl of soup and stood up with satisfaction. There were also half a plate of leftovers, a quarter bowl of leftover rice, and a whole plate of chicken thigh bones.

The row of 24 dark brown thigh bones was quietly placed in the center of the large plate, arranged in a standard horizontal row, looking a bit like a machine gun bullet hanging on a bullet chain, and on each leg bone, there was no trace of minced meat, not even the smallest brittle bone could be found, it looked like a wood carving handicraft, clean and bright, and each bone had more or less one or two small dents, as if the marks accidentally left by manual processing, which were actually the teeth marks of an eleven-year-old boy.

On the other hand, the other disciples can eat vegetarian vegetables and rice cleanly, but most of the chicken thighs are left, judging from the image of their oily noodles, they must be greasy things to eat every day, and they are a little sick to the chicken legs. And the temporary disciples sitting next to them were all with dishes on their faces, and everyone's expressions were the same as the rice balls in their hands, desolate and desolate.

The drastic triple contrast is reflected in such an ordinary Mowei Pavilion canteen, and it has also become a microcosm of the whole world. The oppressed have nothing to cherish, the oppressive disdain to cherish, and only those who are truly awakened can truly know how to cherish.

The walls of human flesh stood on both sides, and one by one the temporary disciples bowed their heads respectfully, welcoming Silver Dust who was slowly walking towards the martial arts arena, and no one questioned Silver Dust's identity at this time, because Silver Dust was walking towards the martial arts arena, towards the ruthless Demon Wing Pavilion Elder, and towards the place of true warrior strength. No one dared to make up for it in front of the elders of the Demon Pavilion, and no one could do it. The token that Silver Dust hangs on his waist is at his greatest effect at this time.

Yinchen followed a group of male disciples into the martial arts arena, his small figure and silver-white hair were very eye-catching, but most of the disciples looked away after secretly glancing at him, in the Demon Pavilion, it seemed that it was not appropriate to keep staring at the Venerable.

The martial arts arena of the Demon Pavilion, which is very large and magnificent, but the cost of Silver Dust is not high, because the land supply in this place is free, right? The length and width of the martial arts arena are a thousand steps away, and there are three rows of stone cones as high as bamboo shoots standing around the venue, which look no different from three rows of gray-white fangs, which is really in the style of the orc tribe. The martial arts arena surrounded by these sharp cones, under the rising sun, presents a desolate and rough atmosphere, giving people an impulse to release the primitive barbarism of the soul to indulge in wild running. In the middle of the martial arts arena stands a low tower made of wood, and there are four seats installed on the top facing the east, west, north and south, not far from the wooden tower, there is a high platform, about half a zhang down, all made of iron-gray cold hard stone, the top is flat, in the middle of the five-zhang square circle, with a wooden fence to circle a small field. There seemed to be dark red dried blood stains standing on those wooden fences, and although Mu Zha Lian looked sturdy, the workmanship was very rough, and some thick wooden thorns were suffocating, and no one cleaned them. The wooden fence reminded Silverdust of the slave trading sites on the colonized planet, and the stout natives who were marked as slaves seemed to be enclosed and sold in those fences.

Silver Dust wanted to hit here, and his face immediately fell, because he found that the disciples on the left and right were walking towards the high platform, and even two people couldn't wait to enclose themselves into the fence.

Yinchen followed the disciples to the high platform, and unexpectedly found that Zhang Mengmeng had also come up. "Sister!" Yin Chencai didn't care about the identity of the disciple, he flew into Zhang Mengmeng's soft and pleasant embrace like a child, and his little face rubbed between the two peaks on Zhang Mengmeng's chest through the thick Taoist robe, making Zhang Mengmeng's cheeks slightly red, and there was a charming style of beauty drunkenness in the autumn sun, which really made the formal disciples and disciples around him stunned.