Jun Changxiao made a decision.
The first-class Zongmen certification and the Martial League Conference were held on the same day, allowing people from all over the continent to witness the miracle, the miracle belonging to the Wan Guzong!
And it was only one month away from that day, and there were only more than three thousand disciples left.
"Qingyang."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "With the fastest time, build an open-air venue of the highest standard near this life-and-death arena to hold the Martial League Conference."
"yes!"
Li Qingyang took the order and got busy with his classmates and Paige.
In this way, near the life and death arena, various building materials were transported to pave the way for the main platform, auxiliary platform, and spectator platform. A huge venue was gradually perfected from its embryonic form.
Zhen Dejun and his formation hall are not idle either, they are actively arranging the reflection formation, and connecting it with the reflection formation of Han City Lord, when the time comes, there will be a live broadcast of the Zongmen's upgrade to the first-class and the Wumeng Conference in all directions without dead ends.
…
"Master Yi."
As soon as he sat in the certification hall, Jun Changxiao said straight to the point: "In one month, please give me the certification level of the Wan Gu sect."
Yi Tianxing, who was about to drink tea, suddenly stiffened his body and face.
Wan Guzong certified again? Wouldn't that be top notch!
Master Yi couldn't calm down a little bit, and wanted to lie down a little excitedly.
Fortunately, he is no longer the previous owner who would go into shock at every turn, because Jun Changxiao has brought too much shock to him, and he has been able to adapt well.
However, it is definitely a great honor to think that I have witnessed the growth of a nine-rate sect into a first-class sect, and it has risen in just ten years.
"Sovereign Monarch."
Yi Tianxing cupped his hands and said, "You and your Wanguzong are my legends in Southwest Yangzhou!"
Any martial artist in Southwest Yangzhou who heard this sentence would agree without hesitation.
"Master Yi."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "My sect and I will be the Legend of Starfall Continent."
"this… "
The corner of Yi Tianxing's mouth twitched.
It turns out that Sovereign Jun still has such a big ambition, but whether he can become a legend in the Starfall Continent still needs the approval of warriors from all over the continent.
…
Tianyuan Town Prison Tower.
Zhao Doudou came to the cell every day, put the food down first, then sat down on the warm and cold wooden board, and said: "Brother, our sect is about to lose 100,000 disciples, haven't you figured it out yet? "
"Figured out."
Dai Lu said: "I have let go of everything."
He doesn't hold grudges against Jun Changxiao or Ye Xingchen anymore, he would rather be locked up in prison for the rest of his life.
This guy sees through, giving people a Buddhist feeling.
It's a pity that his cultivation has not been sublimated, and he is still the same.
In fact, without the support of the soul clan, this guy is just an ordinary person after all, unlike Jun Changxiao who cultivates all aptitudes through the system, even without the cheats, he can still become stronger, it's just a matter of time.
"Since you let go of everything, why not start all over again?" Zhao Doudou said.
"tired."
Dai Lu shook his head and said, "I just want to spend the rest of my life in prison."
"..."
Zhao Doudou said: "You miss the opportunity to become a strong man again and again, but you always stick to your principles. This is admirable."
He didn't try to persuade Dai Lu, because he really let go of everything.
"Crunch."
The cell door closed again, and the environment became pitch black.
Dai Lu sat cross-legged all the time, his thoughts went back to the past, and a voice sounded in his ear: "Young man, I see that you have exquisite bones, and you are a unique martial arts genius. You can consider joining my iron-boned faction as a disciple." , the future achievements are bound to be limitless.”
"Why."
He shook his head and sighed.
If I had made the right choice at that time, I am afraid it will be another picture now.
…
In the world of martial arts where life spans last hundreds of years, a month is really short, so short that it passes in the blink of an eye.
There are still five days until the Wumeng Conference.
At this moment, families, sects, and loose cultivators from all over the world have come to Iron Bone Town one after another. Due to the large number of people, they cannot accommodate them temporarily, so they can only live in Qingyang Town or Qingyang City in batches.
The forces or warriors who have a good relationship with the Wanguzong have already moved into the sect in advance.
For example, the Ai family, or a strong man like the Han City Lord.
"Qingyang."
Jun Chang smiled and asked, "Isn't Palace Master Xi here?"
The two allies of the Wangu Sect, the Cangshan faction, had already arrived, but there was still no one in the Miaohua Palace.
Li Qingyang said: "Not yet."
"oh."
Jun Changxiao didn't think too much about it. After all, he was the master of the clan, so maybe he couldn't get away from his busy schedule, or his schedule might be delayed.
"Invincible!"
"brush!"
He stepped out from the main hall, put his hands on his temples, stroked upwards in a chic way, and said, "Open the mountain gate!"
"Crunch—"
The closed red lacquer door was opened by He Wudi, and fresh air poured in from the outside in the early morning.
Today is the day of recruitment at the beginning of the month, because it is about recruiting 100,000 disciples, so Jun Changxiao will no longer be the hand-off shopkeeper, and decided to be responsible for the whole process.
He was wearing very formal Zongmen costumes, with a serious expression on his face, so that Ai Shangpan, Ma Yunteng and others felt the temperament and aura that a top sect suzerain should have!
…
"opened!"
"The door is open!"
At the foot of the mountain, the eyes of the teenagers and girls who came to see the assessment flashed excitedly, and they wished they could walk up the stairs to the mountain gate right now.
"Tsk tsk."
Warriors from all walks of life who came to participate in the Martial League Conference came to join in the fun. When they saw these examiners, they all exclaimed: "They are all young people with good qualifications."
The upper echelons of second- and third-rate sects are envious to death.
If these young girls come to their own sect, they don't need to be assessed at all, they can pass directly.
no way.
The birth of the Wangu sect completely made other great sects completely lose their competitiveness, and they could even pick up what others didn't want.
"Boys."
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao's voice came from the mountain gate: "Come up the stairs, only if you don't get eliminated can you enter the second step to change your destiny!"
Although Gousheng looks like a suzerain now, he is not putting on airs, but what he says is extremely shocking.
"It's the Sovereign Monarch!"
"He's standing at the mountain gate!"
"Go! Go!"
Ever since, nearly 10,000 young people gathered at the foot of the mountain to participate in the assessment took the first step to change their destiny.
"Hoo hoo!"
The gravity formation exploded in an instant, putting pressure on the examiners at different levels.
Everyone has heard that the assessment of Wan Guzong is very strict, and most of those who dare to try have a little ability, so in the end, seven or eight thousand people succeeded in reaching the top.
"..."
The corners of the mouths of the strong men who witnessed the whole process of the assessment twitched violently.
The more than 2,000 young people who were sent down the mountain to the point of exhaustion did not seem to be weak in aptitude and cultivation. They came from the lowest sect of their family and had to start as inner sect disciples, but they were eliminated in the first round of the Wangu sect.
This is really - people are more popular than people!
…
The evaluation procedure of the Wan Gu Sect is very mature. Participants only need to complete various tests to become beginner disciples, so Jun Changxiao just watched the whole process without doing anything.
As a result, after several rounds of tests, more than 4,000 people passed the assessment, which made him have to choose by himself because there were not so many places.
"Ding! Zongmen members: 97231/100000."
"Ding! Zongmen members: 98676/100000."
"..."
"..."
"Ding! Zongmen members: 99999/100000."
"metropolitan!"
Just when Jun Changxiao was seriously thinking about who to choose as the last disciple, Zhao Doudou's voice came from his ear: "Dai Lu has figured it out, he wants to join the Wangu Sect!"