"Ding!"
"Sect members: 53/100!"
"Ding!"
"Sect contribution value: 60/100!"
Jun Changxiao stamped his seal one after another, and quickly recruited fifty disciples. The system prompts sounded frequently in his ears, which was wonderful and comfortable!
Among the newly recruited members, there are ten middle-grade spiritual roots, and the remaining forty are all ordinary-grade spiritual roots.
The warriors of the various sects who watched from a distance were full of envy.
As far as they know, this year's 100-case recruitment, there are only a dozen middle-grade spiritual roots, and fifty or sixty ordinary-grade spiritual roots teenagers and girls, almost all of whom were recruited by the Iron Bones faction!
Why.
I'm busy today, I can only wait for the next session.
The warriors of all factions were very depressed, but the head of Junda continued to seal and recruit disciples with low-grade spiritual root aptitude.
no way.
In order to make up 100 people, the generals can only be selected from among the dwarfs.
Furthermore, even if the talent of the spiritual root is a bit weak, it can be cultivated the day after tomorrow.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
…
…
"Sect members: 100/100!"
"Ding!"
"Sect contribution value: 107/100!"
"Ding!"
"The sect is full of members. The host needs to improve the sect construction and increase the upper limit before continuing to recruit disciples."
"Reminder! If you forcibly accept disciples after the staff is full, you will be severely punished!"
"The contribution value of the sect overflows, and the host must consume it within 24 hours, otherwise the overflow contribution value will be deducted automatically."
"The sect is full and qualified!
"Ding!"
"The system automatically unlocks the achievement points and missions of the sect for the host!"
Jun Changxiao was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled the data panel away.
School name: Iron-Bone Clank School.
Sect leader: Jun Changxiao.
School level: Jiuliu.
School construction: Level 1.
Sect members: 100/100.
Sect contribution value: 107/100.
Sect achievement value: 0/100.
Martial Mission: None for now.
The main task of the sect: within 100 years, let the Iron-Bone Sect become the strongest sect in the Starfall Continent, with 100,000 disciples. If it is not completed, the host will be wiped out immediately when the time comes!
"system!"
Jun Chang laughed puzzled and said, "What the hell is the achievement value of the sect and the task of the sect?"
The system said: "The disciple accepts the sect task and completes it, and can obtain the corresponding sect achievement value."
Jun Changxiao understood, and said, "What's the use of achievement points?"
The system explained: "After the achievement value reaches the full value, the school construction can be upgraded."
Jun Changxiao was stunned, and said, "Didn't you say earlier that you can upgrade the sect's construction by recruiting disciples? Why is there another sect contribution value!"
The system explained unhurriedly: "Recruiting disciples can open sect missions, and completing sect missions can improve sect construction. There is no contradiction between these."
"..."
Jun often laughs and is speechless.
For the time being, he ignored the contribution points and tasks of the sect, and focused on the contribution points. The extra contribution points would be deducted within 24 hours, so he had to spend them quickly!
After proficiently clicking on the entry-level mall, and carefully browsing through the products, Jun Changxiao finally selected the product named 'Primary Hanfeng Sword'.
"Ding!"
"The host consumes 10 contribution points, and obtains the primary Hanfeng sword x 1, which has been sent to the space ring."
"Ding!"
"Sect contribution value: 97/100."
When Jun Changxiao took back the panel, he took a look at the initial Hanfeng sword he bought, and found that the note on it read: 4/5 purchases are limited this month.
Heaven-defying pills and spells are limited to one purchase per month, but weapons can be purchased five times.
What a pit!
The reason why Jun Changxiao chooses the sword is that he has practiced the Nine-style Folding Waves Sword. Although this sword technique itself is low-level, the ninth style is quite strong, and it can at least be used for self-defense with a sword.
"call out!"
Mind into the space ring.
Jun Changxiao saw a sword floating next to the time bomb, with two beads inlaid on the scabbard, flashing a faint blue light.
"Snapped."
Walking up, holding the first-grade Hanfeng sword, I immediately felt the cold breath penetrate into the palm of my hand.
"It's still cold."
"I don't know the quality."
Jun Changxiao held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out lightly, but with a sound of 'clang', the three-foot long sword was unsheathed.
"Hoo hoo!"
The icy breath rushed towards the face, making people shudder.
The width and length of the first-grade Hanfeng sword are the same as ordinary swords, but there is a faint cold air lingering on the blade, giving people a feeling of extraordinary quality!
Although Jun Changxiao didn't have a good understanding of swords, he also praised sincerely: "Good sword!"
"Head."
Lu Qianqian said with a sullen face, "Who are you calling cheap?"
"Well… "
Jun Changxiao hurriedly withdrew his thoughts, and said with a smile, "I'm talking about myself."
"..."
Li Qingyang and others raised a black line.
I said that I am cheap, our head is a bit weird.
Lu Qianqian rolled his eyes at him, and said calmly: "Many people are waiting, hurry up and get the seal of the head."
"No."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "These members are just right, and I can't afford to take in too many disciples."
The system has already reminded him that he will be punished for forcibly recruiting disciples after the staff is full, so he dare not act recklessly.
What's more, the rest of the boys and girls are all low-grade spiritual roots and only have a meridian opening stage, so there is no value in cultivating them if they are collected.
"Qingyang."
Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said, "Close the stall and leave!"
"Ah? Not recruiting anymore?"
"Sect Leader Jun, you can think about it, even if you let me be a registered disciple!"
"Even if I go to do odd jobs, I, Tie Aniu, am willing!"
Many teenagers begged.
Jun Chang smiled helplessly and said: "My Iron-Bone Sect has a small place and cannot accommodate too many disciples. If you want to join, you can come to Qingyang Village if you become a martial artist in the future."
"Why."
The boys and girls dispersed in disappointment.
They know that without excellent mentor training, without resources and opportunities, relying on themselves to break through the martial arts must be far away.
"Head."
Li Qingyang said: "The gate face is closed, we can set off."
"Let's go."
Jun Changxiao waved his sleeves and left in a cool way.
When he first came to Qingyang City, he only had one disciple, and he was very poor. Now he has money, martial skills, and disciples, so he will definitely have a good harvest.
"stop!"
However, before he walked out of the martial arts arena, a cold drink came from behind him.
"Um?"
Jun Changxiao stopped and looked back.
I saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe walking, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.
"It's Wei Yinu, the elder of Lingquan Sect!"
"His face is a bit ugly, is he going to trouble the Iron Bones faction?"
"Elder Wei has a violent temper. If anyone offends him and the sect disciples, he will definitely not let it go!"
The warriors from all factions discussed in low voices, with apprehension in their eyes.
Those who were relatively close saw Wei Yinu leading his disciples, subconsciously took a few steps back to make way for him.
Seeing this, Jun Changxiao thought to himself, "This guy is just a member of the Jiuliu Lingquan sect, why are many warriors from the Baliu sect afraid of him?"
the reason is simple.
Wei Yinu has a total of four brothers, named after happiness, anger, sorrow and joy respectively.
They used to be the disciples of Shengquanzong, a five-stream sect, and after they became successful in their studies, they went down the mountain to establish Lingquanzong. The eldest brother was the suzerain, and the three brothers were elders.
Warriors from all factions are not afraid of the Lingquan Sect, but the Holy Spring Sect!