Chapter 18 On the stage of grievance, life and death do not matter
Jun Changxiao didn't know anything about Lingquan Sect, so he smiled and said, "Is something wrong?"
"Of course there is something."
Wei Yinu strode over and said with disdain in his eyes: "You beat me, a disciple of Lingquan Sect, how can you leave peacefully like this?"
"What?"
"Beat the disciples of Lingquan Sect?"
"There's something going on at the Iron Bone Pie stall!"
"Last year, a disciple of the eighth-rate sect beat up a disciple of the Lingquan Sect. As a result, the leader personally brought all the disciples to the door to apologize."
"What happened next?"
"The disciple who beats someone will lose his cultivation and be expelled from the sect. The eighth-rate sect will pay Lingquan Sect a lot of silver."
"So, the Iron Bone Sect is really in trouble!"
Everyone murmured in low voices and looked at Jun Changxiao with some sympathy.
The deacon of the Changdao Sect snorted coldly and said to himself: "Provoking Lingquan Sect is the same as provoking the Lord of Hell, boy, just wait for bad luck."
Martial arts practitioners from various sects paid Jun Changxiao to teach them about martial arts. He and the disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect did not go. After all, they were the ones who laughed at them the most and were too embarrassed to go and ask for advice.
Now that the elder of the Lingquan Sect appeared, his twisted psychology was instantly aroused, hoping to see that guy being severely humiliated and bullied.
"It turns out you are from Lingquan Sect."
Jun Changxiao pretended to be enlightened, nodded and said: "Yes, I did it, I did it..." He calculated and said: "There should be five."
Five?
The corners of the mouths of warriors from various sects twitched.
Last year, when an eighth-rate sect disciple hit one, the master took all the disciples to apologize. If you hit five, I'm afraid there won't even be a chance for reconciliation!
Wei Yinu said calmly: "Since Master Jun admits it, Wei will seek justice for the beaten disciple today."
"bite!"
"Side mission triggered!"
Is there another mission?
Jun Changxiao hurriedly opened the attribute panel and saw that the side mission was: Teach the Lingquan Sect elder who came to make trouble 0/1 [Elite Mission].
"Elite mission?"
As an earthling, Master Jun has been exposed to online games, which have elite missions, and most of them require players to defeat a small BOSS.
Elite tasks are usually difficult, and if completed, the rewards will be rich.
Interesting, interesting! Jun Changxiao took back the attribute panel, touched his nose and said: "Your disciple molested my female disciple, I have a kind heart, I just punished them a little, how dare you fucking lick them
Do you want to seek justice in front of me with a straight face?"
The warriors from each sect were confused one by one.
The leader of the Iron Bone Sect has brought out the "fuck", and is not afraid of angering the other party and letting things develop to the point where it is difficult to adjust?
One is looking for trouble, and the other wants to complete the task.
adjust?
Doesn't exist at all.
The deacon of Changdao Clan and the disciples of Huxiao Clan were secretly happy.
Dare to say bad words in front of the grumpy Lingquan Sect elder, this is definitely a typical attempt to seek death!
really.
Wei Yinuo's face darkened, his eyes flashed and he said angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
"Crack!"
Clenching his fists, twelve rays of light appeared on his wrists.
"cut."
Jun Changxiao said disdainfully: "What kind of big shot am I as the elder of the Lingquan Sect? It turns out that I am just a piece of rubbish that opens the twelfth stage of my pulse."
Everyone was speechless.
You are still the leader, and your strength is only at the fifth level of opening pulse. How dare you tell me this!
Hearing the word 'trash', Wei Yinu became even more angry, and immediately pointed to one side and said: "You little bastard, you have the guts to go to the grudge stage with me!"
"Brush! Brush!"
Everyone avoided it one after another, revealing a stone platform about ten meters long and three meters high not far behind them.
This is the platform of grievances in Qingyang City.
One for each of the four city districts. Warriors are not allowed to fight without permission in the city. If you have any grudges, you can go to the stage to resolve them.
"Elder Wei has launched a challenge!"
Everyone exclaimed.
In a world where martial arts is respected, it is a very serious matter for a warrior to challenge another warrior!
"Will Master Jun accept the challenge?"
"The disparity in strength is too great, and you have the right to refuse to fight. Although Master Jun has rich experience in martial arts, his cultivation level is very low, so he probably won't accept the challenge!"
"That's what you say, but he is the leader of a faction. Elder Wei has issued a challenge. Based on his position, he must accept the challenge!"
While everyone was discussing, they always looked at Jun Changxiao. After all, no matter how much he speculated, the decision of whether to challenge or not rested with him.
"Head."
Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered: "On the grudge stage, life or death does not matter."
"Isn't it?"
Jun Changxiao's face changed slightly.
Li Qingyang looked at Wei Yinu and said, "Let my disciples take over his challenge."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "The challenge launched by our elders, how can I let my disciples risk their lives to fight on our behalf?"
As he spoke, he strode toward the platform of gratitude and resentment.
"Accepted the challenge!"
"Master Jun actually accepted the challenge!"
"With his little cultivation, he will definitely be tortured to pieces by Elder Wei!"
Warriors from various sects were talking about it.
Among them, there are people with ulterior motives who are deliberately making trouble, such as the deacons of the Changdao Sect and the disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect.
"What a mess!" Lu Qianqian frowned slightly.
The elder of the Lingquan Sect has the twelfth stage of opening the pulse, while Jun Changxiao only has the fifth level of opening the pulse. The gap is so big, isn't it just asking for death?
The newly joined disciples are also worried. The leader is very good in martial arts knowledge, but his cultivation level is a bit low. How will he face the elders of Lingquan Sect who are close to the martial arts disciples.
When Jun Changxiao strode onto the stage of grudges, no one, no matter the warriors from various sects or his own disciples, thought highly of him.
"Hahaha!" Wei Yinu also went up to the grudge stage and laughed loudly: "Boy, if you act like a coward, I might be able to let you go. Now that you are on stage, be prepared to die."
"Yeah?"
Jun Chang smiled and disagreed.
This boy is so calm. It is necessary to let him know the strength of this elder!
Wei Yinu pushed up his sleeves, clenched his fists suddenly, and his muscles bulged, revealing veins.
"Elder Wei majored in the physical body, without any martial arts blessing. One punch can break a boulder of more than two thousand kilograms!"
"Oh My God!"
Everyone gasped.
A twelfth-level warrior with open pulse, including his own strength, can smash a thousand and five hundred kilograms of boulders, which is already very powerful!
"What's this?"
A disciple of the Lingquan Sect said proudly: "We, Elder Wei, once killed a ferocious beast comparable to a martial arts disciple in the wild with our bare hands!"
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked.
Killing a warrior-level ferocious beast with your bare hands with the power of opening a pulse is simply terrifying!
Although the beast he killed was injured, Wei Yinuo looked proud when he saw the shock on the faces of the warriors from each sect.
However, when I looked at Jun Changxiao, I found that he was holding up his little finger and was - picking his nose!
Ga!
The warriors from each sect were stunned.
On the sacred and solemn stage of grievances, that guy actually did such an indecent thing in public!
What's even more exaggerated is that a large ball was pulled out and bounced onto the shoes of the elders of the Lingquan Sect.
"Ah!"
Wei Yinu seemed to be greatly humiliated, roared angrily, and suddenly swung out his right fist that gathered strength.
"Hoo ho!"
The angry blow merged into the twelve levels of cultivation, and suddenly a wave of air was visible to the naked eye!
Jun Changxiao put his hands behind his back with an indifferent expression.
"Head..."
Li Qingyang looked solemn.
Lu Qianqian, who had always been cold and cold, also had a rare look of worry on his face.
"it's over!"
"That guy was hit, either dead or injured!"
"boom!"
A muffled sound came, and waves of wind blew up, causing everyone's hair, sleeves, and corners to dance wildly.