Chapter 7 You Can Come and Bite Me, or You Can Get Out on Your Own

"Have you heard that because the head of the sect visited the Fengyue site and was arrested by the officials, the iron-boned faction who cannot escape from prison and beheaded has come to participate in the recruitment of this year's Hundred Sects!"

"Isn't it? This sect still exists?"

"A young man with a problem in his head, claiming to be the second head of the Iron Bone Sect, I estimate that the highest level is only two or three stages of opening the pulse."

"The second rank of Kaimai has the face to inherit the head. Can we, the third and fourth rank, occupy the top of the mountain and establish a sect?"

Jun Changxiao stood in front of the city gate, and the coquettish words that he said in the middle of the second position immediately caused heated discussions in Qingyang City.

Of course, it's just a joke.

In the past, under the development of the Wang Sect, the Iron-Guided faction still had a little prestige, but now it's cool to have tea, so it's not bad for everyone to remember.

Walking on the streets of Qingyang City, hearing their discussions and seeing the contemptuous eyes cast, Jun Changxiao was filled with sadness.

Although he is a sect leader, his treatment is completely no different from that of the protagonist who was ridiculed and ridiculed after crossing over to the waste material.

No, no.

After they crossed, they turned on the golden finger, and since then they have embarked on the road to the pinnacle of hanging and beating geniuses, stepping on gods and demons, and marrying Bai Fumei.

What about yourself?

Although there is a system, he still tied a bomb, for fear that his death would not be miserable enough, not fancy enough.

Lu Qianqian said, "Master, do you want to find a crack in the ground to get in?"

this woman.

Can't you console my broken heart?

"call!"

Jun Chang smiled and let out a long sigh of relief, then said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have never experienced any storms and waves in this seat, so why would I care about other people's private criticism."

"Big wind and waves?"

Lu Qianqian whispered, "I'm afraid I've never been out of Qingyang Village since I was a child."

hehe.

Lao Tzu died once, is it not enough wind and waves?

Jun Changxiao was too lazy to pay attention to this cold and poisonous-tongued girl, and walked towards the west of the city where the Hundred Sects Recruitment was held.

on the way.

A lot of people pointed and pointed behind their backs.

Ignoring their discussion, Jun Changxiao held his head high and strode away.

This guy has an advantage.

As a transmigrator, he has an extraordinary face.

This has to be replaced by the original Jun Changxiao, or a martial artist who cares about his self-esteem. He must be so angry that he vomits blood on the spot when he is laughed at unscrupulously by others.

Lu Qianqian followed behind, watching the headmaster Feng Qingyun calmly facing the ridicule of passers-by, and secretly said, "Can you bear this?"

I can't bear it.

Because in Jun Changxiao's view, only with strength can they shut their sneering mouths.

just wait!

Sooner or later, I will make you all admire and awe in your eyes when you talk about the iron-clad sect!

The main quest given by the system made Jun Changxiao have to complete it, but after being ridiculed by passers-by, he had to complete it!

Previously passive, now active, there is an essential difference.

...

Qingyang City is huge.

The west of the city is also the place where hundreds of recruitments have been held in the past, and the scale is quite acceptable.

Jun Changxiao brought Lu Qianqian over, and saw that many tents were temporarily set up on the martial arts field, with vigorous and powerful martial arts banners.

Big knife door!

Golden Dragon Gang!

Elite cottage!

Tiger Howling Sect...

The names of various sects present the eyes, giving people a dazzling feeling.

Some boys and girls who came first, accompanied by their parents or relatives and friends, asked in detail about the situation of each sect.

The general content is-

How is this faction?

How many members are there?

What is the level of the martial arts of the mind?

Cultivating here, how high level of martial arts can you achieve in the future?

After listening for a while, Jun Chang smiled and shook his head secretly: "Where is this Hundred Sect Recruitment? It's a job fair!"

"Master.

"

Lu Qianqian whispered: "We need to find an open space and build a front door just like them, so that we can meet the recruitment requirements and attract others' attention."

Since you are here, you must follow the local customs.

Jun Changxiao looked around, pointed to the empty space in the distance and said, "It's not bad here."

Lu Qianqian looked in the direction, and Liu Mei frowned slightly: "The Daomen on the left is an eight-class sect, and the Tiger Xiaozong on the right is also an eight-class. Are you sure you want to put the door between them?"

Jun Chang smiled and said: "Since the two sects are eight-rate, they will definitely attract a lot of attention when the recruitment starts. We can get some attention when we are caught in the middle."

Lu Qianqian thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."

"Let's go."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Go make a face."

He took Lu Qianqian to the gap between the two eight-rate sects, skillfully took out the cloth strips, and built a simple small tent.

This kind of perennial recruitment is nothing more than a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Unless there is a showy and powerful martial art, it will be very luxurious.

For example, Da Daomen on the left and Hu Xiaozong on the right.

The two sects are also considered a bit of strength. The one built on the front door is called a luxurious one, and that is called a lavish one.

Compared with others, the simple tent set up by Sect Master Jun was instantly turned into scum.

certainly.

This is what he needs.

The two luxurious door faces are supported on the left and right, and their humble little nest can easily attract the attention of others.

Some people eat and drink.

Jun often laughs that this kind of behavior is called rubbing light, the light of scenery.

After talking with a teenager, the head of Changdaomen saw that there was an extra tent next to him, and shouted, "Which sect has such a lack of eyes, dare to stick its face in front of my Changdaomen?"

The people of Tiger Xiaozong also discovered it.

A disciple pulled up his sleeves and walked out, and said fiercely: "Grandma, dare to set up camp next to my Tiger Howling Sect and eat the courage of an ambitious leopard?"

Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao just hung up the martial arts banner.

After seeing the words 'Tie Guzheng faction' written on it, the two of them showed deep contempt on their faces.

"Pooh."

The disciple of Hu Xiaozong spit, and said, "A sect who was arrested for visiting kilns in the head of the sect, to build a door next to my Hu Xiaozong, it is a great shame!"

"Hello!"

The deacon of Changdaomen pointed at Jun Changxiao and said impatiently, "This is my Changdaomen site, hurry up and build it."

The two sects did not take the iron-boned sect in their eyes at all. After all, it was only a nine-class sect, which was one level worse than their own eight-class sect.

Lu Qianqian said indifferently: "The venue for the recruitment of Hundred Sects has always been provided by the city master of Qingyang City. When did it become the site of the little eight-class sects?"

Jun often laughed speechless.

Eight-flow sects are but small under her poisonous tongue.

His own sect is only ninth-class, and it must be even more unsightly!

Hearing the words 'little bastard', the deacon of Changdaomen was furious, but he was speechless.

good.

The venue is provided by the owner of Qingyang City.

Not to mention the eight-class sect, even the seventh-class sect would not dare to call it their own territory.

The disciples of Hu Xiaozong were also very angry, because Lu Qianqian's little bastard included his own sect.

Jun Changxiao walked out and said, "Hundreds of sects are about to be recruited. I'm equal to a hundred sects. It should be peaceful, and there is no need to get angry."

"If Sect Leader Wang was still there, Li would regard the Tiegu Clan Sect as a member of the Hundred Sects, but now..." The Deacon of Changdao Sect looked at him and said, "It doesn't even count as a fart!"

"that is."

The disciple of Hu Xiaozong raised his eyebrows and said, "A disciple of the sect who has eaten the sectarian meal should have been disbanded long ago, and come to Qingyang City to join in the fun."

Jun Changxiao's face changed again and again, and he could bear the ridicule of passers-by. After all, ordinary people like to follow suit, but he couldn't bear to be humiliated and ridiculed by the two sects.

"Two."

He touched his nose and said with a smile: "This seat will build the front door here today. If you don't like it, you can come and bite me, or you can get out of the tent by yourself."