When Jun Changxiao said that he was a sect, the surrounding warriors looked sideways and whispered, their words full of contempt.
This is normal.
In every sect competition, only eighth-rate or above sects take part. It is really unbelievable that a ninth-rate sect would sign up regardless of his ability.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao sighed.
He did not think that he was born with a sarcastic face, but that the belief in martial arts in the Starfall Continent was too cruel.
In the ancient times of the world, people were still divided into three, six or nine classes.
Servants and slaves are often regarded as untouchables, and they will definitely be sprayed to death by those with high status when entering or leaving big events.
Although the Iron Bone Sect is a sect, it is only a ninth-level sect. In a world with many sects, it is not much different from a pariah.
Just wait.
I will make my sect become the most dazzling existence in the Starfall Continent, allowing all living beings to come and worship.
Jun Changxiao doesn't care about worldly opinions, but will work hard to move towards a stronger path.
The middle-aged man who wrote the pen said calmly: "Although there is no limit to the level of the martial arts competition, the applicants must be senior leaders of the martial arts. Why are you, a disciple, causing trouble?"
"Crack."
Jun Changxiao pressed the leader's seal on the white paper on the table and said: "Head of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, Jun Changxiao."
He acted very proudly.
Others can look down on themselves, but they cannot look down on themselves.
The middle-aged man glanced at the mark on the paper and said calmly: "It turns out you are the leader. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
"He is the head of the Iron Bone Sect who mentored the elders of the Cangshan Sect in Qingyang City?"
"I didn't expect you to be so young."
"I heard that his cultivation level was only at the fourth or fifth level of Kai Mao, and he chopped off the arm of the Lingquan Sect elder who had Kai Mao at the twelfth stage of the Enmity Platform!"
"I've heard about it too, but I feel like it's just a rumor."
"How can a person with four or five sections of Kaimai severely damage the twelve sections of Kaimai?"
The warriors of Liyang City also heard about what happened during the Hundred Sect Recruitment, but they didn't witness it with their own eyes, so they just treated it as rumors.
Jun Changxiao ignored everyone, but said: "Since there is no rule that the ninth-level sects cannot participate in the competition, why are you so stupid? Ask quickly, fill out the form quickly, are you sitting here to drink tea as an uncle?"
The face of the middle-aged man who wrote the pen suddenly dropped, but he still had the responsibility to suppress his anger and said: "How many disciples are participating?"
"Five people."
"Name, age."
"Lu Qianqian is sixteen years old, Li Qingyang is seventeen years old, Su Xiaomo is sixteen years old, Tian is seventy-eight years old, and Xiao Sinji is seventeen years old."
The middle-aged man who wrote the pen looked stunned and said: "Who is the last one?"
"Xiao Sinji." Jun Changxiao repeated.
"Xiao Sinji?"
A warrior standing in the distance said with a smile: "Isn't he a waste expelled by the Xiao family?"
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao turned his head and said coldly: "Can you say it again?"
The warrior's eyes were very cold and stern. The warrior looked at him and immediately stopped smiling and took a few steps back. The hair on his back stood up!
The middle-aged man said lightly: "The former direct descendant of the Xiao family, Xiao Sinji?"
"Please remove the term 'direct descendant of the Xiao family'. My disciples don't care about it at all." Jun Chang said with a smile.
The former genius brought countless honors to the family, but because of his regression in cultivation, he was expelled when he was twelve years old. For such a family, Jun Changxiao could only use two words to describe Xiao Sinji's unworthiness.
Describe - Oops.
The middle-aged man understood, filled in the names of several people, threw five bamboo cards, and said: "On the day of the competition, the disciples must arrive at the venue with their identity badges, otherwise they will be deemed to have abstained."
Jun Changxiao took away the bamboo sign and turned around to leave.
However, he stopped in front of the warrior just now and said grimly: "If you dare to say that my disciple is a waste again, I will let you do it next time..."
"Ah!"
This guy suddenly let out a strange scream, which frightened the other person so much that he fell down.
"cut."
Jun Changxiao said disdainfully: "You are already intimidated. How dare you call others useless?"
"hateful!"
The warrior was ashamed and angry, but he didn't have the courage to rush forward. Firstly, fighting was prohibited in the city, and secondly, the boy's eyes were really scary.
Jun Changxiao left.
But not long after he left, the warriors at the registration meeting started talking about it.
"The Xiao Sinji that guy is talking about must be Xiao Sinji of the Xiao family. It seems that the loser joined the Iron Bone Sect after being expelled."
"If the talent and cultivation were still there, not to mention the fourth- and fifth-rate sects, even the second- and third-rate sects would rush for it. Unfortunately, now we can only live in the ninth-rate sect and wait to die."
"I wonder how the Xiao family would feel when they heard that their expelled direct descendants had joined a lower sect than the family?"
…
The Xiao family in Liyang City can be considered an old family for hundreds of years. In terms of overall strength and industry, it is much stronger than the Li family in Qingyang City.
On this day, the eldest elder of the Xiao family walked into the hall angrily.
The head of the Xiao family, who was sitting at the top of the table, put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "Elder, what's wrong?"
The Great Elder said angrily: "I just heard the news from outside that the trash who was expelled joined the Iron Bone Sect and signed up to participate in the sect's martial arts competition."
"oh?"
The head of the Xiao family was quite surprised.
The first elder was so angry that he almost slammed the table and said: "My Xiao family has been established in Liyang City for more than two hundred years. In terms of background, we are not weaker than the eighth-rate sect at all. That loser joined the ninth-rate sect. Isn't he deliberately losing his reputation?"
Do I, the Xiao family, have face?"
The head of the Xiao family took a sip of tea and said, "You have been expelled. Even if you become a beggar, you have nothing to do with my Xiao family. There is no need to think so much."
"That's what I said."
"But some families with ulterior motives in the city deliberately spread the news and want the whole city to see the joke of our Xiao family!"
"I have long suggested that the head of the family give that waste a glass of poisonous wine and let him go underground to reunite with his parents, but the head of the family just kicked him out!"
From the words of the great elder, it is easy to see that all the anger was vented on Xiao Sinji.
The head of the Xiao family put down the tea cup, twirled the ring with his finger, and said with a smile: "It is not easy to want a loser to die. In my opinion, there is no need for the eldest elder to get angry."
…
The inner courtyard of the Xiao family.
"Have you heard that that good-for-nothing Xiao Sinji joined the Iron Bone Sect and signed up to participate in the martial arts competition? He will come to Liyang City in a few days."
"No way, you have no spiritual roots and no cultivation, how dare you come to Liyang City?"
"Several cousins' sects are also participating, will they meet that loser?"
"There seem to be a lot of sect disciples participating in the competition this time. I think it will be difficult for my cousins to meet that loser."
"Anyway, I must go and see it on the day the competition starts. I haven't seen that good-for-nothing in a few years. I really miss him a little bit."
"Hahaha, do you want to bully him again?"
The younger generation of disciples of the Xiao family gathered together to discuss Xiao Sinji, with disdain and contempt in their eyes.
Little did they know that the trash they kept calling him was currently in the training room of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, undergoing the most brutal muscle training.
Not qualified enough? Work hard!
"Get stronger, get stronger!"
Late at night, Xiao Sinji was running the Yi Jin Jing while frantically bombarding the strength testing machine. Sweat dripped from his forehead and blood from his fists.
Jun Changxiao was lying on the roof of the main hall. Hearing the slight sound of punches coming from the training room, he murmured: "Let all the humiliation and torture you have suffered be vented on the day of the martial arts competition."
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