Compared to the weaker sect, Jun Changxiao has set himself the purpose of developing in a low-key manner and not causing trouble.
After arriving in Qingyang City, he didn't cause any trouble, but trouble came to him.
Especially when he heard two disciples of the eighth-rate sect making rude remarks, Jun Changxiao couldn't bear it anymore, so he launched a verbal attack.
"Oh, I'll go!"
The disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect suddenly became unhappy and said, "How dare you tell me, the Tiger Roar Sect, to get out? Are you impatient with life?"
"brush!"
"brush!"
Several disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect who were resting rushed out from the front of their house.
The people from Changdaomen also came out.
The disciples of these sects not only have the ability to open the fourth and fifth levels of meridians, but also have well-developed muscles.
Our leader Jun is on the thin side, and surrounded by their frowning eyes, he looks quite weak and vulnerable.
"What's going on?"
"The Tiger Roar Sect and the Changdao Sect are going to fight?"
Warriors from various nearby factions gathered around.
When I saw Jun Changxiao, I realized that it was not a fight between sects, but that they were targeting the same person.
"Huh?"
Someone said in surprise: "Isn't he the guy at the city gate who claims to be the second leader of the Iron Bone Sect?"
The disciples of the Changdao Sect and the Tiger Roar Sect looked startled and said, "Is this guy the leader of the Iron Bone Sect?"
Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun Changxiao wanted to shout loudly - I am the leader, what's the problem!
There is a problem.
The strength is too weak and the person is too immature.
This kind of person is at most an entry-level disciple.
The deacon of the Changdao Sect raised his hands and said jokingly: "It turns out that you are the second head of the Iron Bone Sect. How disrespectful."
The Tiger Roar Sect disciple grinned and said, "It would be terrible to accidentally offend a sect leader. It would be terrible."
The tense atmosphere weakened a lot due to the ridicule and sarcasm between the two.
In fact, even if they were given ten courages, they would not dare to take action in Qingyang City. After all, the city lord has expressly stipulated that private fighting is prohibited.
Jun Changxiao said calmly: "Everyone is gathered in front of my sect, are you still allowed to recruit disciples?"
"Pfft haha!"
A disciple of the Tiger Roar Sect laughed and said: "A sect that has lost its leader Wang and still wants to recruit disciples is really a big joke!"
"You can't say that."
The deacon of the Changdaomen suppressed a smile and said: "Maybe there are blind young people who will join the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect."
The disciple of the Tiger Roar Sect looked at the crowd, and the sarcasm on his lips became more intense, and he said: "These days, it's easy to find a lame boy, but it's hard to find a blind boy!"
The two sang together, making the onlookers laugh.
The prestige of the Iron Bone Sect has plummeted after the incident involving Master Wang. Anyone who joins such a sect will be absolutely blind.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao sighed.
Surrounded by many muscular men, he returned to his home.
Lu Qianqian whispered: "Master, should I cut a crack in the ground so you can get in?"
Jun Chang, who was fine at first, smiled, but when he heard this, his eyelids rolled up.
…
Because they were in Qingyang City, the two eighth-rate sects did not dare to teach the leader of the Iron Bone Sect, so after some ridicule, they allowed the other party to put their reputation between them.
The crowd of onlookers also dispersed, but returned to their respective places, talking about the Iron Bone Sect with contempt and contempt in their words.
Jun Chang smiled as if he hadn't heard it before, lying on the chair and taking a nap.
"Head."
Lu Qianqian said: "You are so broad-minded."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "When you are alive, you should be broad-minded, think too much, and care too much. Life will be very tiring."
Lu Qianqian felt it made sense, but...she asked: "The recruitment of hundreds of sects has begun. How sure are you that you can recruit disciples?"
Jun Changxiao smiled confidently and said: "100% sure."
"cut."
Because the faces were so close, the people from the Changdao Sect and the Huxiao Sect heard this and sneered at him one by one.
The leader of the Iron Bone Sect is not very advanced, he is not old, and he is quite good at talking nonsense.
"Deacon Sun."
The disciples of the Tiger Roar Sect came out and shouted loudly: "Idle time is idle, how about we come to block it?"
"oh?"
The deacon of Changdaomen smiled and said: "What are you betting on?"
The Tiger Roar Sect disciples looked at the Iron Bones Sect's face intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Let's bet on how many people will come to this garbage sect to consult when the recruitment of hundreds of sects begins."
The rubbish sect definitely refers to the Iron Bone Zhengzheng sect.
"It's interesting."
The deacon of Changdaomen smiled and said: "You might as well take a gamble."
The disciple of the Tiger Roar Sect said loudly: "I bet that no one will come to consult on the day the recruitment starts. I bet one or two!"
The deacon of the Changdao Sect smiled and said: "After all, he is a member of the Hundred Sects. No matter how rubbish he is, there should be a blind young man coming to consult. I bet one person will consult on the day of recruitment. I bet one or two!"
One or two bets are not much.
The two of them didn't intend to bet, they mainly wanted to ridicule the Iron Bones faction.
no way.
Who allowed Jun Changxiao to build his reputation between two eighth-rate sects? You can borrow money, but you will definitely have to pay a price.
Maybe they were too busy, but after hearing about the bet between the Changdao Sect and the Huxiao Sect, the warriors from various sects began to discuss it one after another.
"Given the current situation of the Iron Bone Sect, no one will be interested in it the day the recruitment begins."
"What's more, there are rumors in the city that aspiring young girls would join such a rubbish sect."
"It's strange, why is that good-looking girl always standing in front of the Iron Bone Sect? Could it be that she is a disciple?"
"No way, such a bad sect can recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"
The warriors from various sects were chatting and their eyes were on Lu Qianqian.
I have to say.
Wherever a beautiful woman goes, she is a beautiful sight.
"flourishing."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Come here, give me a pat on the shoulder."
Lu Qianqian frowned slightly.
Jun Changxiao lowered his voice and said: "With so many people watching, please give me some face, Master."
"..."
Lu Qianqian came over, raised her hands gently, and started beating them in a regular "bang bang bang" style.
The strength he controlled was no different from beating a sandbag. Although Master Jun was in pain and collapsed, he showed that he was enjoying himself in front of everyone.
"I'm going!"
"What a disciple of the Iron Bone Sect!"
"Where is the law of heaven!"
Seeing Lu Qianqian patting Jun Changxiao's shoulders, the warriors from all sects looked not only with surprise, but also with deep envy.
…
Three days later.
Recruitment for 100 sects begins.
Jun Changxiao sat on the chair with slumped shoulders, quietly waiting for the boys and girls to pour into the martial arts arena.
Lu Qianqian said: "Master, do you need a shoulder slap?"
"No, no, no!"
Jun Changxiao said hurriedly: "I want to live for two more years!"
Because recruitment had begun, each sect was busy preparing, and no one paid attention to it, laughing at the Iron Bones sect.
In the past few days of waiting, Jun Changxiao learned a lot of news from various sects, such as which village or township had young men with good qualifications coming to participate in recruitment.
Although boys 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.
For example, the more advanced eighth-level sects have certain qualification requirements for recruiting disciples, while the ninth-level sects are more casual, and anyone with a little qualification can get started.
"In this round of recruitment among hundreds of sects, the favorite among the various factions vying to win over is Li Qingyang, a direct descendant of the Li family in Qingyang City."
"It is said that when he was fifteen years old, this boy was proven to have high-grade spiritual roots. If we can take such a genius under his wing, there will definitely be only benefits and no disadvantages."
While Jun Changxiao was talking to himself, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings had become quiet. He instinctively looked up and saw two disciples from the eighth-rate sect staring at him in astonishment.
"Pfft haha!"
"Li Qingyang is a genius that is rare to see in Qingyang City for a hundred years. Many sects are rushing to get it. This guy is actually thinking about recruiting. There must be something wrong with his brain!"
"It's great to be young, you dare to think about anything!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
Jun Chang smiled and was speechless. His feelings would be amplified by them if he said a word. Did he travel through time himself? All his attribute points were added to the hatred value.
"Head."
Lu Qianqian whispered: "Stop daydreaming."
These words were like a knife, stabbing into Jun Changxiao's heart. He slumped on his chair and howled secretly: "Can I still be the leader?"