Nine layers of prison.
Dai Lu not only stood up, but also shaved off the last beard on his face with a razor, making him look decades younger in an instant.
During this period of time, he thought a lot. It would take at least one or two chapters to describe the mental activities in words, so I won't say much, just... I really figured it out.
Zhao Doudou is very happy.
The suzerain did not order Dai Lu to die, but he always came to chat whenever he was free, probably because he had been with him for a long time and cultivated a relationship that surpassed his inmates.
"Figured out?"
Jun Changxiao walked in from the outside.
Hearing what Zhao Doudou said, he was a little dazed. After all, this hard bone was going to be imprisoned to death. He didn't expect to figure it out and was willing to join the Wangu sect.
Dai Lu said: "I implore Sect Master Jun to take me in!"
Brother Lujin, who has always been steadfast, finally let go of his respect and everything.
Why
Because it is only superficially Buddhist, there are still dreams in my heart.
In fact, after Dai Lu let go of his prejudice against Jun Changxiao, he has changed. He no longer sticks to anything rigidly, and has learned to be flexible.
Everyone wants to live the way they want, but they have to change themselves in the cruel reality.
"My Eternal Sect is not short of you. If you want to get started, you must give me a satisfactory reason." Jun Changxiao said lightly.
If you say you don't join, you don't join, if you say you join, you join, what do you think of me? What do you think of the Wangu sect? You must know that the Prince of the Great Shang, who was recently accepted, brought tens of millions of ninth-grade spirit stones with him to get started!
The system said with emotion: "This is the benefit of bringing capital into the sect. Occasionally, there are still scenes. Look at those who didn't spend money. Many of them don't even have names. It's not sad, it's unrealistic now!"
"Plop!"
Suddenly, Dai Lu bent his knees and knelt down, and said seriously: "Sovereign Jun once said that I have excellent bones, and I am a unique martial arts genius!"
"Have you ever said that?"
Jun Changxiao couldn't remember.
The system said: "I said it, the first sentence of the first chapter."
"..."
Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Didn't no disciple say something casually back then, but he still remembered it.
Gou Sheng probably wouldn't have imagined that it was because of what he said casually that not only made Dai Lu remember, but also kept him in his heart. To be able to figure it out today, that sentence played a vital role!
"Become the lowest disciple of the sect, would you like to?"
"willing!"
"Responsible for cleaning the toilet every day, would you like to?"
"willing!"
"Do the most tiring work, would you like to?"
"willing!"
Jun Chang laughed and asked three times, and Dai Lu answered decisively three times.
Although he already knows how to be flexible, he still maintains the character of doing what he believes in and never turning back even if he breaks through the south wall.
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao took out the entry form and said, "Name."
"Dairy!"
"gender."
"male!"
"age."
"Twenty-eight!"
"Snapped!"
The great seal of Wan Guzong was stamped on it, and a reminder sounded in the ear.
"Ding! The number of sects is 100,000/100,000."
From motivating the system to today, Jun Changxiao finally completed the basic requirements of the main task and developed the sect members to 100,000.
Although the martial artist recruited from the first sentence of the first chapter did not become number two, he became number one hundred thousand.
The first supporting role at the beginning of the chapter, becoming the last disciple under the requirements of the main task, can also be regarded as a successful conclusion for the protagonist to build the strongest sect.
…
According to the past, when the number of disciples reached the full value, the sect mission would be triggered, but after Dai Lu entered the door, there was only the sound of the increase in the number of disciples, and there was no follow-up action.
"Why?" Jun Chang smiled.
The system said: "Because the host has already met the number requirements of the main task, there is no need to trigger the sect task."
"meaning is… "
Jun Chang smiled and said, "I'm about to clear the level?"
"yes."
The system said: "It went by so fast."
"Why did you suddenly become sad?" Jun Chang said with a smile.
"because… "
The system said bitterly: "When the host completes the main task, I have also completed my mission, and I can return to the field with peace of mind."
"Hahaha!"
Jun Changxiao raised his head and laughed loudly: "You hateful guy who complains about me all day, are you finally going to get out!"
"Damn it! I've been with you for so long, and we've gone through dangers again and again, and you're so embarrassed to laugh! Are you a human?"
"This is a matter of Xi Da Pu Ben, why can't I laugh!"
Gou Sheng laughed louder, but couldn't stop laughing, and then said seriously: "The meaning of disarming and returning to the field is..."
"I'm just an auxiliary tool. When the host completes the main task, I will be erased like the soul bomb," the system said.
Jun Changxiao fell silent.
Although I hate this madman who complains very much, I am afraid that I will be very sad to leave myself one day suddenly.
"Ha ha."
The system smiled and said, "The host didn't complete the main task, so I can live on for a while longer. There's no need to make my emotions so sad."
"Master Yi!"
Jun Chang laughed loudly and said, "Five days later, the level of Wan Guzong will be certified!"
…
Four days before the conference started, there were image formations in various states, counties, and even towns in the Starfall Continent, and nearly ten thousand formation masters participated, actively debugging the equipment, and trying to ensure that there would be no problems during the live broadcast.
Three days before the conference started, Li Qingyang and others began to decorate the venue that had already been built. Because the participants were all famous figures in the mainland, it must be grand and grand!
Two days before the start of the meeting, Xi Jingxuan and the sect's senior officials arrived belatedly, and were warmly welcomed by Jun Changxiao, envious of many sect leaders, and even more convinced that the relationship between the two was profound.
One day before the conference started, the Nine Great Martial Emperors pierced the sky and flew over. Out of absolute respect, they consciously climbed up the Iron Bone Mountain on foot, causing the first big sensation before and after the opening of the Martial League Conference!
"OMG!"
"It turns out that the Nine Great Martial Emperors have also been invited!"
"This is definitely the highest-level grand event held since ancient times!"
…
Eighth day.
It is suitable for marriage, travel and sacrifice.
Ding Xingwang, Wei Lao and other senior sect leaders stood outside the main hall, while the disciples headed by Lu Qianqian stood on the martial arts arena.
For the warriors who have already entered the venue one after another, today will be the Martial League Conference, but for the Wangu Sect, today the sect will be officially certified as first-class and become the top in the mainland!
"Brother."
Li Fei said nervously, "I want to go to the trumpet."
Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes and said, "You've been there five times, hold back, and don't hold back when you wait for the certification!"
Li Fei is not the only one who is excited, excited, nervous, and apprehensive. Li Qingyang is also the same. After all, after ten years of rainy nights in the rivers and lakes, the sect is finally about to reach its peak.
"brush!"
At this moment, Jun Changxiao stepped out of the hall in a chic way.
He walked past the senior management and disciples one by one, then walked straight to the mountain gate, raised his right hand, and said, "Follow me to the meeting place, and make the sect a first-class one in the world!"
"yes!"
The sound shook the earth and broke the sky!
"Crack!"
Li Shangtian, who was lying in front of the gate, decisively pressed the camera button, a patriarch's robe was flying, walking in a chic way, and a 48 million high-definition wide-angle photo of the high-level and his disciples was born. Plaque of the Great Hall.