The requirements for the sect to become Baliu are five warriors, and five open veins and twelve dans.
The disciples brought by Jun Changxiao, even the uncultivated Xiao Zuiji, have played far beyond the minimum standard, so passing the certification is a smooth thing.
"Your head."
On the counter, Deacon Zhao handed over a token engraved with the character 'eight', and said with a shaking smile, "Congratulations to your faction for being promoted to eighth class."
Now even if there is no Cangshan sect elder standing, he will still show respect. After all, the strength shown by a group of disciples is really too strong, and the future of the iron bone sect may be limitless.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for upgrading the sect to eighth-rate. You will be rewarded with 100 achievement points and 200 contribution points."
"Ding! Sect achievement value: 100/500."
"Ding! Sect contribution value: 355/500."
I go!
As the sect level increases, achievement and contribution points will also be given away!
Jun Changxiao was pleasantly surprised.
In fact, it was the first time I heard that the sect still needed certification, but he refused. Now that he has obtained achievement points and contribution points, it feels very cool and wonderful.
The system said: "The higher the sect level, the higher the reward."
Jun Changxiao's eyes became hot, and he said, "Deacon Zhao, what are the requirements for being promoted from the eighth rank to the seventh rank?"
Deacon Zhao hurriedly said: "The head of the sect needs to become a martial artist, and his disciples must have at least fifty martial apprentices, and five hundred disciples who can open the twelve stages of pulse."
"So much?" Jun Changxiao frowned.
The upper limit of sect disciples is only 500. It seems that if you want to upgrade to the seventh level, you must not only improve the overall cultivation of the disciples, but also upgrade the construction to level 3.
…
The 'nine streams' on the system panel was changed to 'eight streams', and the head master got 100 achievement points and 200 contribution points, and walked out of the certification hall in a good mood.
"Eight-flow sect token!"
"My God, the Iron Bones faction has actually been promoted!"
"Unbelievable, incredible!"
Passers-by were all shocked when they saw the token of the Baliu sect hanging on Jun Changxiao's waist.
More than two months ago, the Iron Bone Sect was an unknown trash sect in the eyes of the world, and the first generation head was even reduced to a laughing stock because he was beheaded for visiting a brothel.
Just a few dozen days later, under the leadership of the second-generation head, not only has it expanded rapidly, but it has also moved from the low-level to the eighth-level in one fell swoop, which really makes many people feel unreal and like a dream.
"Your Master." The Elder of the Cangshan School clasped his hands and said, "Ma has something to deal with. If you have time in the future, please go to my Cangshan School to talk about it."
It sounds like polite words, but many warriors are envious to death. After all, not everyone is qualified to hear such polite words from an elder of a fifth-rate sect.
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "When I'm free some other day, I'll definitely visit the Cangshan faction."
"Farewell!"
"Farewell!"
Elder Ma left, but on the way he secretly said: "It's really not easy to bring a group of ordinary teenagers to such a level."
"See you someday."
"I'm afraid this iron-clad faction will become stronger."
Elder Ma will certainly not underestimate the fact that a group of disciples can display such terrifying power values.
…
After the sect certification, Jun Changxiao took his disciples to the market, and entered a crystal nucleus shop, and began to choose crystal nucleus of various qualities.
Considering that the higher the level of the crystal nucleus, the greater the recoil force generated by the fired bullet, he focused on the crystal nucleus of the fourth and fifth grades.
After some selection.
Jun Changxiao chose two low-level seventh-grade crystal cores similar to the Diyan Wolf King core, and fifty low-level five-level crystal cores.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Master Jun, two low-level seventh-grade crystal nuclei, 20,000 taels, fifty low-level fifth-grade crystal nuclei, 150,000 taels, a total of 170,000 taels."
"My mother, is it so expensive?"
The disciples who followed in widened their eyes. For them, these few people had never even dreamed of it!
Jun Changxiao took out 170,000 taels of silver notes, smashed them on the counter and said, "I bought it."
Seeing so much money, the Iron Bones disciple was dizzy for a while, and secretly said: "Our head is really rich!"
…
After buying the elixir, Jun Changxiao went to the medicinal material market to scan again, but only found a few healing elixirs, so he took his disciples back to the sect.
On the way, he unloaded the bullets from the Type 88 sniper rifle, reloaded them into the Diyan Wolf King crystal core, and reloaded 10 bullets with the low-level fifth-grade crystal core.
When he came to a deserted place, Jun Changxiao pointed to the hornet's nest hanging on the tree in front of him, and said, "If you're guilty, shoot it down."
"yes."
Xiao Zuiji found a spot, propped up the tripod, and then pointed the gun to check the target. During this process, Li Qingyang and others had retreated more than ten meters away.
The head of Jun also retreated, and secretly said: "The low-level five replaced the low-level seven, the recoil should not be too great."
"Boom—"
While thinking, Xiao Zuiji, who had proofread, pulled the trigger decisively, a stream of light shot out from the muzzle, and then smashed the hornet's nest with incomparable precision.
Judging from the sound of the gun and the streamer, it is obviously not as good as the condensed bullets of the lower seventh rank.
definitely.
The higher the level of crystal nucleus, the stronger the condensed bullet.
Although the power was much weaker, the recoil produced only shook Xiao Zuiji half a meter away, and there was only a slight numbness in his shoulders.
Lu Qianqian said indifferently: "This blow is so powerful that even a seventh- and eighth-rank warrior with full spiritual power may not be able to resist it."
"Yeah?"
Jun Chang laughed with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, not bad."
Xiao Zuiji stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and said with a grin: "Sect Leader, this disciple should get used to it for a while, and it should be fine."
Having said that, the smile froze suddenly.
What's wrong
Jun Changxiao and all the disciples followed his gaze, and saw a group of hornets gathering at the shattered hornet's nest, their bodies were shining red, and there was a 'buzzing' sound.
"not good!"
Li Qingyang said in surprise: "It's a poisonous hornet!"
Poison wasp.
A small ferocious beast that lives in groups. Although its level is low, its group attack power is extremely strong.
Let alone martial apprentices, even martial artists might not dare to provoke them.
As soon as Li Qingyang opened his mouth, the head of Jun Da had already stepped forward with his long legs, ran forward, and shouted: "Why are you standing still, run!"
"Swipe! Brush!"
All the disciples followed in a hurry.
"Buzz!"
The swarm of poisonous horses rushed over immediately.
The stinger shines out, and the small eyes are full of anger.
"oops!"
Tian Qi screamed: "My ass!!"
"Ah!"
Li Fei was chased by dozens of poisonous hornets, holding his head and running around. He even released his spiritual power to block the attack, but he was still hit by the pervasive poisonous stinger.
Su Xiaomo ran the fastest!
However, the flying poisonous wasp could actually shoot out a poisonous needle, which instantly pierced his buttocks, and there was a scream of 'ahhh'.
…
Evening came.
The group returned to the sect, except for Lu Qianqian, all the other disciples were stung by poisonous hornets.
Especially Xiao Zuiji, whose lips were swollen into two sausages from being bitten.
Jun Changxiao was also stung, and the stings were still on the eyelids. The bulging bumps almost squeezed the eyes into a line.
"Master..." Li Qingyang held his stung buttocks, and broke down, "Next time... next time, please don't let Junior Brother Xiao hit a hornet's nest."
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