Chapter VIII The Contempt of All Factions

Compared with the weaker sects, Jun Changxiao's purpose for himself is to develop in a low-key manner and not cause trouble.

After coming to Qingyang City, he didn't get into trouble, but trouble took the initiative to find him.

You You Qi heard that two eight-rate sect disciples made rude remarks, which made Jun Chang laugh unbearable, so he launched a mouth-cannon attack.

"Ay Ya I gi!"

The Hu Xiaozong disciple was suddenly unhappy and said, "Dare to let my Hu Xiaozong get out of the way? Are you impatient?"

"brush!"

"brush!"

Several disciples of the Tiger Howling Sect who were resting rushed out of their door.

The man from the long sword gate also came out.

These sect disciples not only have the strength of opening the fourth and fifth stages of the pulse, but also have well-developed muscles.

Our Sect Master Jun was rather thin, and surrounded by their eyebrows and eyes, he seemed rather weak and vulnerable.

"what's the situation?"

"Hu Xiaozong and Changdaomen are going to fight?"

The warriors of various factions in the vicinity gathered around one after another.

When I saw Jun Changxiao, I realized that it was not a sect fighting, it was targeting the same person.

"what?"

Someone said in surprise: "Isn't he the guy who claims to be the second head of the Iron Bone faction at the gate of the city?"

The disciples of Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong looked startled, and said, "Is this guy the head of the Iron Bone School?"

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun Changxiao couldn't wait to roar loudly - I'm the head, what's the problem!

something wrong.

The strength is too vegetables, the people are too immature.

Such a person is at most an entry-level disciple.

The deacon of Changdaomen folded his hands and said jokingly: "So your Excellency is the second head of the Iron Bone Sect. I'm sorry."

The Tiger Howling Sect disciple grinned and said, "Accidentally offending a sect master is too scary, too scary."

The tense atmosphere was weakened a lot under the ridicule and sarcasm of the two.

In fact, even if they were given ten courage, they would not dare to do it in Qingyang City. After all, the city owner has expressly stipulated that private fights are prohibited.

Jun Chang smiled and said calmly: "Everyone gathered in front of my sect and asked me to recruit disciples?"

"Pfft haha!"

The disciple of Hu Xiaozong smiled and said, "A sect without the head of the king still wants to recruit disciples, what a big joke!"

"Can't say that."

The deacon of Changdaomen endured a smile and said, "Maybe there are teenagers who don't open their eyes, and they will join the Tiegu Clan."

The Tiger Howling Sect disciple looked at the crowd, and the taunting of the corners of his mouth was even stronger, and said, "These days, lame teenagers are easy to find, but those who don't open their eyes are not easy to find!"

The two of them sang together and made the onlookers laugh.

The prestige of the Iron Bone Sect plummeted after the accident in the Wang Sect. Whoever joined such a sect would be absolutely blind.

"Hey."

Jun Chang smiled and sighed.

Surrounded by many muscular men, he returned to his house.

Lu Qianqian whispered: "Master, do I want to cut a crack in the ground and let you get in?"

Jun Changxiao, who was originally fine, rolled his eyelids up when he heard this.

...

Because they were in Qingyang City, the two eight-rate sects did not dare to teach the head of the Iron Bone sect, so after laughing and sarcasm, they let the other party put their face between them.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed, but they returned to their respective faces, and they talked about the Iron Bone faction, and their words were full of contempt and contempt.

Jun Changxiao seemed to have never heard of it, lying on the chair and dozing off.

"Master."

Lu Qianqian said: "Your heart is really broad."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "When you are alive, you should be broad-minded, think a lot, care a lot, and life will be very tiring."

Lu Qianqian felt that it made sense, but... she asked, "Tao: "When the recruitment of the Hundred Sects begins, what percentage of you are sure that you will be able to recruit disciples? "

Jun Changxiao smiled confidently and said, "100% sure."

"cut.

"

Because the doors and faces were so close, the people from Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong sneered when they heard it.

The head of the Iron Bone Sect is not very cultivated, and he is not too old, so he is quite a nonsense.

"Deacon Sun."

The disciple of Hu Xiaozong came out and shouted loudly: "Idle is also idle, why don't we block it?"

"Oh?"

Deacon Changdaomen smiled and said, "What are you betting on?"

Disciples of Hu Xiaozong looked at the face of the Tiegu sect intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Let's just bet how many people will come to this rubbish sect to consult when the recruitment of the Hundred Sects starts."

Junk sect, definitely refers to the iron-boned sect.

"It's interesting."

Deacon Changdaomen smiled and said, "You might as well take a gamble."

The disciple of Hu Xiaozong said loudly: "I bet that no one came to consult on the day when the recruitment started, and I bet one or two!"

The deacon of Changdaomen said with a smile: "Anyway, he is also a member of the Hundred Sect. No matter how rubbish it is, there should be some blind teenagers who come to consult. I bet one person will consult on the day of recruitment, and I bet one or two!"

A bet or two is not much.

The two of them didn't intend to gamble, they mainly satirized the Iron Bone faction.

no way.

Who asked Jun Changxiao to build the door face between the two eight-rate sects, you can borrow it, but you must pay a price.

Maybe it was too busy. After listening to the bet between Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong, the martial artists of various sects started to talk about it.

"As far as the Iron Bone faction is now, on the day the recruitment starts, no one will care."

"What's more, rumors are spreading all over the city. How could ambitious young girls join such a rubbish sect?"

"It's strange to say that, why does that pretty girl keep standing in the face of the Iron Bone School? Could it be that she is a disciple?"

"No way, such a bad sect can recruit such beautiful female disciples?"

The warriors of various factions were chatting, and their eyes were placed on Lu Qianqian.

have to say.

Wherever the beauty goes, there is a beautiful landscape.

"flourishing."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Come on, beat this seat on the shoulders."

Lu Qianqianliu frowned slightly.

Jun Changxiao suppressed his voice and said, "So many people are watching, give me some face to the head."

"..."

Lu Qianqian came over, raised his hand gently, and thumped it with a regular 'bang bang bang'.

This power control is no different from hammering the sandbag. Although the head of the king is very painful, although he is collapsed, in front of everyone, he shows a look of enjoyment.

"I go!"

"It's really a disciple of the Iron Bone School!"

"Where is the truth!"

Seeing that Lu Qianqian was beating Jun Changxiao's shoulders with a smile, the eyes of the warriors of all factions were not only surprised, but also deeply envied.

...

three days later.

Hundreds of recruitment starts.

Jun Changxiao sat on the chair with drooping shoulders, quietly waiting for the boys and girls to pour into the martial arts arena.

Lu Qianqian said, "Master, do you need to beat your shoulders?"

"Don't, don't!"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly said, "I want to live two more years!"

Because of the start of the recruitment, each sect was busy preparing for it, and no one paid attention to and laughed at the Iron Bone sect.

Waiting for the past few days, Jun Changxiao has learned a lot of news from various schools, such as what village or township, and young people with good qualifications come to participate in the recruitment.

Although teenagers and girls can freely choose a sect to join, the sect also needs to verify the qualifications of the other party to determine whether they are qualified or not.

For example, the high-level eight-class sects have certain qualification requirements for recruiting disciples.

"This year's Hundred Sects Recruitment, the most popular among all factions is Li Qingyang, the direct descendant of the Li family in Qingyang City."

"It is said that at the age of fifteen, this son was verified as a high-grade spiritual root. If such a genius can be brought into the door, there must be only advantages and no disadvantages."

Jun Changxiao was talking to himself when he suddenly noticed that the surroundings were quiet. He instinctively looked up and saw two disciples of the eight-class sect staring at him in amazement.

"Pfft haha!"

"Li Qingyang is a once-in-a-century genius in Qingyang City. Many sects are rushing for it. This guy is thinking about recruiting. There must be something wrong with his brain!"

"It's good to be young, dare to think about anything!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Jun Chang laughed and was speechless. If he didn't want to say a word, he would be magnified by them. If he crossed over by himself, all attribute points were added to the hatred value.

"Master."

Lu Qianqian whispered, "Stop daydreaming."

These words were like a knife, stabbing Jun Changxiao's heart, he slumped on the chair, and secretly howled: "Can you still be the head of this!"