Chapter 7 You can come and bite me, or you can get out on your own
"Have you heard that the Iron Bone Sect, which was arrested by the authorities because its leader visited Fengyue Place, and failed to escape from prison and beheaded, is here to participate in the recruitment of hundreds of sects this year!"
"Isn't it? This sect still exists?"
"A young man with a mental problem claims to be the second leader of the Iron Bone Sect. I estimate that his highest level is only two or three stages of opening the pulse."
"The second tier of Kaimai has the courage to take over as the leader. Can't we, the third and fourth tiers, occupy the top of the mountain and start a sect?"
Jun Changxiao stood in front of the city gate, and the coquettish words he said in a middle-class posture immediately aroused heated discussion in Qingyang City.
Of course, it's just a joke.
In the past, the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect still had a little prestige under the development of the leader Wang. Now that people are gone, the tea is cold, and it is good to be remembered by everyone.
Walking on the streets of Qingyang City, hearing their discussions and seeing the disdainful looks they cast, Jun Changxiao was filled with sadness.
Although he is a sect leader, his treatment is no different from that of the protagonist who traveled through time and was ridiculed by others.
No, no.
After some time traveling, he turned on the golden finger, and from then on he embarked on the road of defeating geniuses, stepping on gods and demons, and marrying a rich and beautiful woman.
What about yourself?
Although there was a system, he still tied a bomb because he was afraid that his death would not be miserable enough or fancy enough.
Lu Qianqian said: "Master, do you want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in now?"
This woman.
Can't you comfort my hurt heart?
"call!"
Jun Changxiao breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have never experienced any big storms, how can I care about other people's private criticisms."
"Big wind and waves?"
Lu Qianqian whispered: "I'm afraid I haven't been out of Qingyang Village since I was a child."
Hahaha.
I've died once, isn't that enough of a storm?
Jun Changxiao was too lazy to pay attention to this cold-tongued woman and walked towards the west of the city where the recruitment of hundreds of sects was held.
On the road.
Many people are pointing fingers behind my back.
Ignoring their comments, Jun Changxiao strode away with his head held high and his chest high.
This guy has one advantage.
As a time traveler, I have an extraordinary face.
If it were the original Jun Changxiao, or a warrior who cared about his self-esteem, being ridiculed unscrupulously by others, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.
Lu Qianqian followed behind, watching the leader Feng Qingyundan laugh at passers-by, and thought to herself: "Can you bear this?"
You have to endure it even if you can't bear it.
Because in Jun Changxiao's view, only strength can make them shut up their mocking mouths.
Just wait!
Sooner or later, I will let your eyes be filled with admiration and awe when you talk about the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect!
Jun Changxiao had to complete the main mission given by the system. After experiencing being laughed at by passers-by, he had to complete it!
Previously passive, now active, there is an essential difference.
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Qingyang City is very big.
The west of the city is also the place where hundreds of recruitments have been held in the past, and the scale is quite large.
Jun Changxiao brought Lu Qianqian over and saw many temporary tents set up on the martial arts field, with vigorous and powerful sect banners hanging on them.
Dadamen!
Golden Dragon Gang!
Elite copycat!
Tiger Roar Sect...
The names of various sects are presented to the eyes, giving people a dazzling feeling.
Some boys and girls who came first, accompanied by their parents or relatives and friends, inquired in detail about the various sects.
The general content is——
How is this sect?
Are there many members?
What is the level of martial arts and mental skills you practice?
By practicing here, how high a martial arts level can you achieve in the future?
After listening for a while, Jun Changxiao shook his head and said to himself: "How can this be recruitment for hundreds of sects? It's just a job fair!"
"Head."
Lu Qianqian whispered: "We need to find an open space and build a facade like them. Only in this way can we meet the recruitment requirements and attract others' attention."
Now that you are here, you should do as the Romans do.
Jun Changxiao looked around, pointed to the open space in the distance and said, "This is a good place."
Lu Qianqian looked in the direction, frowning slightly and said: "The Dadao Sect on the left is an eighth-rate sect, and the Huxiao Sect on the right is also an eighth-rate sect. Are you sure you want to be a good person between them?"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Since the two sects are of the eighth-rate, they will definitely attract a lot of attention when the recruitment starts. We are caught in the middle and can attract some attention."
Lu Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "It makes sense."
"Let's go."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Go and build a reputation."
He took Lu Qianqian to the gap between two eight-class sects, skillfully took out strips of cloth, and built a simple small tent with many steps.
This kind of recruitment for hundreds of sects held all year round is nothing more than a shelter from wind and rain. Only those who are cool and powerful sects will build it very luxuriously.
For example, Dadaomen on the left and Huxiao Sect on the right.
The two sects are quite capable. One is called luxurious, the other is lavish.
Compared with others, the simple tent that Master Jun put up was instantly reduced to rubbish.
certainly.
This is what he needs.
With two luxurious facades on the left and right, it is easy to attract the attention of others while being in a simple den.
Some people were eating and drinking.
Jun Changxiao, this kind of behavior is called rubbing light, the light of scenery.
After the leader of the Changdao Sect finished talking with a young man, he saw a tent appearing out of thin air next to him and shouted: "Which sect is so ignorant that they dare to stick their face in front of my Changdao Sect?"
People from the Huxiao Sect also discovered it.
A disciple rolled up his sleeves and walked out, saying with a fierce look: "Grandma, you dare to set up camp next to our Tiger Roar Sect, are you being brave like a leopard?"
Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao had just hung up the sect banner.
After seeing the words "Iron-bone Zhengzheng Sect" written on it, deep contempt appeared on their faces.
"Pooh."
A disciple of the Huxiao Sect spat and said, "For a sect whose leader was arrested for visiting a brothel, to establish a presence next to my Huxiao Sect is a great shame and humiliation!"
"Hey!"
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 Bone Zhengzheng sect seriously at all. After all, it was only a ninth-rate sect, one level lower than their eighth-rate sect.
Lu Qianqian said calmly: "The recruitment venue for hundreds of sects has always been provided by the city lord of Qingyang City. When did it become the territory of a small eight-class sect like you?"
You always laugh and are speechless.
Even the eighth-rate sects are no match for her poisonous tongue.
My own sect is only at the top of the list, so it must be even more unsightly!
Hearing the words 'little eight-legged', the deacon of Changdaomen was furious, but he had no words to reply.
good.
The venue is provided by the Lord of Qingyang City.
Not to mention the eighth-rate sects, even the seventh-rate sects would not dare to call it their own territory.
The disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect were also very angry because the Xiao Xiao Ba Liu mentioned by Lu Qianqian included his own sect.
Jun Changxiao walked out and smoothed things over: "The recruitment of hundreds of sects is about to begin. I am a member of the hundred sects. I should be kind and friendly. There is no need to get angry."
"If Master Wang was still here, Li would regard the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect as a member of the Hundred Sects, but now..." The deacon of the Changdao Sect looked down upon him and said, "Not even a piece of shit!"
"that is."
A disciple of the Tiger Roar Sect raised his eyebrows and said, "A sect that has all its disciples eaten up should have been disbanded long ago and come to Qingyang City to join in the fun."
Jun Changxiao's expression changed again and again. He could endure the ridicule from passers-by. After all, ordinary people like to follow the trend, but he couldn't bear being humiliated and ridiculed by two sects.
"Both."
He touched his nose and said with a smile: "I will build my facade here today. If you don't like it, you can come and bite me, or you can close the tent and get out."