Jun Changxiao opened the twelve meridians and met the conditions, so the epic mission started. But when he saw the mission presented above, he couldn't believe it and said: "It's just as simple as participating in the competition?"
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Epic mission [1].
Mission details: In ten days, Qingyang County will hold a biennial sect competition, and the host needs to bring five disciples to participate.
Mission conditions: The disciples must take the top three places.
Mission failure: Failure to register for the competition within the specified time, and the disciple will be eliminated in the first round.
Mission reward:???
The three question marks were a bit naughty, and the naughty Jun Changxiao broke down and said: "What the hell is a reward of three question marks!"
The system said: "Epic mission rewards are measured based on the completion of the host, so it is impossible to finalize what the rewards are."
"Isn't it written in the mission conditions? Let the disciples take the top three places!" Jun Chang said with a smile.
The system explained: "The mission conditions are only defined. If only one disciple of the host faction reaches the top three, or if it exceeds the limit, the rewards will change."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "If a disciple reaches the top three, it is considered to have completed the task, but because the completion degree is low, the reward will be less?"
"good."
"If five disciples occupy the top four, it means that they have exceeded the target. Will the reward be higher than the limit?"
"Yes."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Can I not participate?"
The system said: "Not participating means that the mission has failed. The host will be punished and cannot break through the great realm within the specified time."
"how long?"
"Starting in ten years."
Jun Chang smiled and spread his hands, saying: "So, I have to do an epic mission."
…
Li Qingyang, with a bruised nose and swollen face, dragged his weak body and walked in step by step: "Master, do you have any orders?"
It took an hour to shape it, which made him feel very happy.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Have you ever heard of martial arts competitions in Qingyang County?"
"I've heard of it."
Li Qingyang rubbed his painful face and said: "It is held every two years. If we calculate the time, this session will start in ten days."
Suddenly, he realized something and said: "Master, our sect won't sign up for the competition, right?"
"without."
"That's good."
"However, I am planning to sign up."
Li Qingyang twitched his lips and said: "Master, those are competitions involving high-level sects. If we, the iron-clad Zhengzheng sect, go there, they will only become cannon fodder."
Jun Changxiao put his arms on the armrests, resting his chin on the back of his palms and said, "You have so little confidence in yourself and the sect?"
Li Qingyang said solemnly: "According to what the disciples know, in this kind of competition, each sect will send its best disciples to fight, and most of them are at the martial arts level."
"Really?" Jun Changxiao frowned.
The disciples of the sect are all in the pulse-opening stage, so it would be unfavorable to fight against the martial arts disciples, let alone advance to the top three.
Li Qingyang added: "The first place in the last martial arts competition is a sixth-rate Hualing sect disciple, and his strength has reached the level of a third-level martial arts disciple."
Jun Changxiao frowned even more tightly.
If there are still third-grade martial arts disciples participating in the battle this time, how can my own disciples fight with others?
Epic quest?
I think it’s a hell mission!
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Where can I sign up for martial arts competitions?"
Does the leader still want to compete? Although Li Qingyang was speechless, he still said: "This sect competition will be held in Liyang City."
"Liyang City? Isn't it the city where the Sinji family is located?"
"Yes, Master."
Jun Changxiao was silent for a moment and said: "Let me inform Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Sinji that I will start devil training for the five of you tomorrow."
"Devil training?" Li Qingyang looked confused.
Jun Changxiao walked down, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep tone: "In the sect competition in ten days' time, I will send you to participate. You must win the top three."
"ah?"
Li Qingyang was stunned.
…
If the epic mission fails, the realm will be sealed for ten years. Even if he knows it is hell mode, Jun Changxiao must do it.
He is more optimistic about Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang. One is very hidden and the other has extraordinary qualifications. Although Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi are about the same, they may be able to improve a lot if they undergo devil training within ten days.
As for letting Xiao Sinji go into battle, Jun Changxiao hoped that he could use his strength to prove to the Xiao family and the world that he was not a waste at home.
This is a bit difficult...
The next day.
Jun Changxiao distributed the remaining sect tasks to his disciples, and then led Lu Qianqian and four others to the spiritual power formation of the first-grade disciples and said: "You go in and practice for two hours first."
The eyes of Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi suddenly became intense.
Lu Qianqian said: "The master really wants to send us to participate in the Qingyang County sect martial arts competition?"
Jun Changxiao said with a solemn expression: "Not only do you want to participate, but you also want to win the top three spots for me!"
"It's difficult." Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "There is a challenge only if it is difficult. Tell me loudly if you can do it!"
"able!"
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo shouted in unison.
"Go in and practice!"
"yes!"
The four of them entered the activation formation and began to practice.
…
In the training room.
Xiao Sinji lowered his head and said: "Head, it's better to send other senior brothers to participate. It's difficult for the disciples to be qualified."
Although the muscle building room brought him hope, going to compete with disciples from various sects was still in Liyang City, which made him very unsure of himself.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Are you trying to escape?"
Xiao Sinji said bitterly: "This disciple doesn't want to drag down the sect."
Go, he doesn't mind being embarrassed, nor does he mind being scorned by others, but he doesn't want to represent the Iron Skeleton Sect, and he doesn't want to bear the shame of a waste like himself.
Jun Changxiao pulled Xiao Sinji over and said in a deep voice: "In ten days, I will become stronger. Use your strength to prove to them that even if you, Xiao Sinji, have no spiritual roots or cultivation, you are still the best."
That genius who is once seen in a thousand years!"
I was a little excited, and my saliva was flying.
Looking at the leader's eyes, Xiao Sinji's heart gradually felt warm. It was a feeling of being extremely trusted, even if he was just a waste now...
"Crack!"
Xiao Sinji clenched his fists and said loudly: "Disciple understands!"
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao waved his hand and threw him into the muscle building room. The activation time was - 20 hours!
When being greeted by Hammerhead from all directions, Xiao Sinji activated the Yi Jin Jing to achieve a double physical improvement.
I want to become stronger!
I want to prove myself!
I can't let my sect be humiliated!
With this belief, Xiao Sinji had one meal a day, one hour of sleep, and spent the rest of the time in the training room.
Jun Changxiao spent another 40 contribution points to buy two muscle building rooms. After Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo finished practicing in the spiritual power array, they started muscle building.
The three of them also had one meal and one hour to sleep. The rest of the time was spent half in the spiritual energy array and half in the shaping room.
Lu Qianqian did not enter the training room, but always sat cross-legged in the formation to absorb spiritual energy.
The devil training of the five disciples officially begins and lasts for the eve of the sect competition.
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Liyang City.
When disciple Devil was training, Jun Changxiao rushed over.
In the martial arts field in the south of the city, where the competition will take place a few days later, there are currently a few elders from scattered sects gathered around a table, announcing their sect names and participating disciples.
"Next."
The middle-aged man who wrote the pen shouted.
You come with a smile.
The middle-aged man did not raise his head, dipped his head in ink and said: "Sect."
"Iron-bone clan."
Ga.
The middle-aged man's hand holding the pen suddenly became stiff, and he raised his head in surprise.
The elders of various sects who had signed up stopped and turned to look at Jun Changxiao in disbelief.
"Iron Skeleton Pie?"
"Isn't it the Nine-Level Sect of Qingyang Village?"
"The sect competition is held every two years, and the contestants are all from eighth-rate or above sects. Why does he, the Iron Bone Sect, come to join in the fun?"