By this time, the maid was already soaked, her eyes were clouded with tears, and she kept swinging. She trembled and took Silver Dust's old token, handed him a brand new token with two poppies printed on it, Silver Dust took the token, and stared at the blood-red poppy pattern in some surprise for a while before slowly putting it away.

"Young Master...... Master...... The slave lost her words...... Please spare your life......" said the maid with a weeping voice, knowing that she had caused so much scolding to a disciple, and that she would not be better afterwards.

"It's okay, it's none of your business. Rest assured, I won't blame you. Silver Dust said in the gentlest and most calming voice he could, and his gentle words comforted the maid, at least she didn't tremble anymore.

"Please ...... The young master chooses a weapon, and the slave must ask the craftsman to send you the best. The maid's voice gradually smoothed out, and she respectfully presented the "Weapon Book", at this time she was also very surprised, and even a little awe, the so-called disciple in front of her was just an eleven-year-old child, in the midst of everyone's scolding, his face did not change, and he behaved decently as usual, I really don't know how such a good heart was trained, no wonder he is a disciple, just this mind, it is really not those who usually make the "official disciples" who are extremely incomparable!

Yinchen opened the thick "Weapon Spectrum" and found that there were no ordinary weapons on it, all of them were hidden weapons, what darts, poison needles, iron drills, octagonal exquisite, iron Ji vines, iron pestles, plum blossom darts, iron feiyan, "hickory", "iron gall", iron lotus seeds, meteor hammers, hemp cards and the like, and even dozens of styles of light shuttle darts. Next to the map of each hidden weapon, there is a very detailed introduction. Not only are there many hidden weapons in "Weapon Spectrum", but the use of each hidden weapon is also varied, and there are all kinds of strange and unexpected moves and combos, and some even make Yinchen feel that the way to poison is not the method of killing people directly with hidden weapons and Gangfeng. Behind these dazzling secret weapons and ways of casting them, there is a common topic that the monks have to face, that is, how to get close to their opponents within a zhang.

The wind emitted by the divine power can only exert its full power within one zhang. The brutal battles between monks who really fought for their lives were all carried out at close range of less than four meters.

Yinchen took a serious look at the introduction on the "Weapon Spectrum", and became more and more sure of his speculation: the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion were experts in surprise whirling strikes with ghost Gangfeng remote control hidden weapons, not the real experts of the so-called "Tang Sect" who were born in the ancient Evil Luohai City. This made Silver Dust more and more sure that there was no decent long-range attack method in this world, and it also made him really find the trick to survive in this world and gain self-development.

This trick is called distance.

"Well, you can prepare this for me, seventy-two, is it okay?" Silver Dust quickly flipped to the last few pages of the Weapon Spectrum, pointing to a picture and said to the maid. The maid respectfully bowed to Silver Dust with genuine gratitude and awe, and then retreated with the Weapon Book and Silver Dust's original token.

Silver Dust turned around and looked expressionlessly at the large group of idle-moving disciples who had nothing to do around him. In the pure silver pupils, there was a sudden heavy snowfall.

"Get out of the way. His voice changed suddenly, and his voice was still the same as before, but in his tone, it violently crushed the endless majesty.

The crowd shook, not because of the momentum of a master exuded from Yinchen's body, but because his voice, the boy's voice, surprised these idle guys.

"Man?" Yinchen heard a lot of disappointed voices from the crowd, and felt the chrysanthemum shrink again.

"I'll wipe the! Just now, any of you saw that **** actually holding a temporary disciple's token! Temporary disciple! He actually became a disciple in this way! He was paralyzed and didn't have any cultivation at all! Let's talk about what to do!" Just when Yinchen was worried about his chrysanthemum tightness, an extraordinarily pompous, loose, arrogant and very tasteless and dirty voice suddenly overshadowed the voices of the temporary disciples discussing and scolding, and came straight to Yinchen, making him feel the urge to cover his ears.

Silver Dust frowned beautifully, he instinctively disgusted this kind of guy who was full of dung, there was no such person on Gabroyle's main planet, and only in the remote colonies could you see this kind of humble natives who "had no culture, no taste, no bottom line". The Gabroyle basically slaughtered this kind of guy, and they really couldn't finish killing them before they thought about building a slave factory. In Yinchen's eyes, such people are no different from those live pigs and cattle that are sent to the slaughterhouse, at most they can't eat them.

Hearing this, Yinchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wind and snow in his pupils were even more raging, at this time, there were not many people at the door of the cafeteria, most of the disciples had already entered the door to enjoy a delicious breakfast, and Yinchen himself was still surrounded outside the door hungry, this situation made him a little annoyed.

Gossip couldn't make his emotions fluctuate significantly, but things like starvation could indeed provoke the wrath of Mr. Silverdust Magus.

"Who said so loudly just now, stand up, I, Yinchen, have a duel with you. Silver Dust vigorously suppressed the urge to release range magic to directly extinguish these noisy guys, and said clearly, his voice was very small, but it could clearly reach the ears of every temporary disciple, and with this hand, the crowd was temporarily quiet for a few seconds.

"Grass! Say you're inside your face, don't you still kick your nose on your face? You don't know how to pick up dung and eat in that alley yesterday, and today you're embarrassed to come here to mix disciples? Tell you, ****, Lao Tzu will let everyone see today, let's Mowei Pavilion, that's a real place where big fists are reasonable! Today, Lao Tzu reluctantly disposed of this cheating and cheating garbage for those adults in the sect! Damn! How can anyone be a disciple of Mowei Pavilion? Li San, Wang Ergouzi, get out of the way, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that a little deflated person who doesn't have fart skills dares to face a dignified master!"

"Good!" The cheers came from all directions like the sun that was gradually turning golden, enveloping the silver dust completely. The temporary disciples respectfully and respectfully parted a way, allowing a burly giant man with a height of eight feet (about two meters and forty) to step forward.

The strong man looked to be in his early twenties, wearing the same black Mowei Pavilion Taoist robe (let's call it a Taoist robe) like Yinchen, combing a formal Taoist bun, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with his powerful figure, the overall feeling is still good, just a strong man wearing a Taoist robe, but his face is sallow with a little blue gray, a pair of eyes that were originally passable are scattered, there are two blue-black shadows on both sides of the nose, and there is even a translucent waxy yellow blister on the tip of the nose, which looks like a drop of solidified wax oil。 The eight-foot giant man walked towards the silver dust with loose steps, although every step gave people the feeling of being a tiger, but his loose posture of trembling everywhere gave people a feeling that the mud could not support the wall.

The momentum of the strong man is too different from his own attire. The black Taoist robe and delicate Taoist bun originally brought a capable and pious temperament to the monks of the Demon Wei Pavilion, making them look energetic and majestic both men and women, but this temperament was rushed by the almost innate gangsterism and ruffian spirit on the big man's body, and it immediately changed its taste, and it simply became a temperament like a warlock and a hooligan liar, this temperament made Yinchen look disgusting, and it was even more worthless for the Demon Wei Pavilion to accept such a person.