There are still more than ten days left before the two months stipulated in the epic mission.
Death Valley is relatively far away, and there is a long way to go, so Jun Changxiao decided to set off tomorrow.
The twenty-five disciples who have been appointed have improved their realms well, especially the ten middle-rank spiritual root disciples, all of whom have entered the fifth-rank martial arts.
Because the number of ten-fold Qi Gathering Pills is not large, they are all taking the five-fold type, which is not as fast as Li Qingyang and others who went to Haoqimen for training.
If you join other sects during the recruitment of Baizong, you can step into the martial arts from Kaimai at this moment, which is already the limit.
Therefore, the ten middle-grade spiritual root disciples are very contented and grateful.
Long Ziyang and Li Yuhua's promotion is also good.
One has stepped into the fifth-rank warrior, and the other has stepped into the fourth-rank warrior.
Especially Li Yuhua, after a month of training, he not only cultivated a very strong physical defense, but also became very flexible.
If Su Xiaomo and others want to hit him with football, at least 70% to 80% of their strength must be exploded.
After Ling Yuanxue took the Qualification Transformation Liquid, she relied on the Cyclone Pill to break through as a martial apprentice, and later practiced to become a third-rank martial apprentice.
These are all outer disciples.
Although the seven inner disciples did not have ten times the supply of Qi Gathering Pills, their improvement in the past month was pretty good.
Ye Xingchen entered the ninth rank, and his realm was on par with Li Qingyang.
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and Tian Qi are both rank eight martial disciples, while Xiao Zuiji is rank six martial disciples.
As for Lu Qianqian.
In her words, a fourth-rank warrior.
Being able to turn spiritual power into small punches to knock out opponents in seconds at Haoqimen, everyone didn't think that the elder sister's strength was really only a fourth-rank martial artist.
certainly.
In the past month, other disciples have also improved well.
Disciples with mediocre qualifications such as Li Shangtian and Sima Zhongda have also stepped into the second and third rank martial disciples.
The last batch of disciples who joined entered the tenth stage of Kaimai under Yijin Jing, Quen Tidan and Kaimai Pill, and they were not far away from all twelve stages.
Can you increase the sect level
cannot.
The certification requirements for the Seven Streams sect are the master martial artist, fifty martial apprentices, and five hundred twelve-stage meridians.
On the first point, it fails.
So Jun Changxiao has to complete the epic mission no matter what, so that he can become a martial artist.
Moreover, judging from the completion of the first mission, if the second epic mission is completed, it may directly break through the big realm.
…
the next day.
After eating the breakfast prepared by Liu Wanshi, the twenty-five disciples, led by Jun Changxiao, left the Iron Bone Sect in a mighty way.
After the other disciples saw him off, they continued to practice.
They hope that they can become stronger faster, and that they can go out with the master brothers to practice together in the future.
Li Luoqiu sits in charge of the sect.
But after watching Jun Chang laugh and them leave, he secretly said: "Death Valley is full of dangers, I hope I can return safely."
Death Valley has a bad reputation, and it is hard for her not to think about bringing so many people to practice, some disciples may never come back.
"Afraid?"
On the way, Jun Chang said with a smile.
"Don't be afraid!"
All the disciples shouted in unison.
Even though they knew that this trip would be extremely dangerous, they didn't have the slightest fear because they had iron bones!
…
Death Valley is located in the south of Qingyang County, deep in a mountain forest, at least a thousand miles away from Qingyang City.
Because the time is still relatively sufficient, Jun Changxiao is not in a hurry, and occasionally takes his disciples to pass by a beautiful place, and stops to appreciate it.
It has to be said that the world full of spiritual power and the pleasant wild scenery make people linger and forget to return.
When Jun Changxiao led his disciples to a waterfall, it was difficult to suppress the anger in his heart, and he immediately recited a poem:
"Sunshine censer emits purple smoke, watching waterfalls hanging from Qianchuan in the distance."
"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days!"
The disciples were astonished.
It turned out that the master can also compose poems!
Su Xiaomo and the others were not from big backgrounds and had limited culture, so they only felt that this poem sounded very smooth.
"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days..." After savoring it carefully, Long Ziyang clapped his hands and applauded: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Lu Qianqian, who has always been cold and icy, was surprised when she heard Jun Chang's poem chanted with a smile.
In the Xingyun Continent, there are a lot of warriors, but this kind of cultural people is hard to find.
"The master is really powerful!"
Ling Yuanxue worshiped directly without going through the procedure.
If the system has a pretentious value, if the head master recites Li Bai's poem about looking at the Lushan waterfall, he will definitely gain a lot in an instant.
…
"Shushasha!"
Among the beautiful mountains and forests, Xiao Zuiji galloped with a Type 88 sniper rifle on his back, then stopped in front of a tree, and pulled the trigger when he set the gun.
"call out--"
Under the silencer, the bullet was shot out soundlessly, hitting a running goat in the distance.
"brush!"
Su Xiaomo rushed over, carried the goat on her back, came to a small stream, and began to skin and debone the goat skillfully.
When done, hang the sheep on the branch.
When Zhou Hong came, the shadow of the sword filled the air, instantly cutting him into pieces.
Before it fell off, several disciples leaned over with bamboo baskets, and then caught the scattered pieces of mutton.
"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"
Skewer the mutton pieces with bamboo sticks and send them to the head of the house.
Jun Changxiao put the mutton skewers on the temporary barbecue stand, and the Linglong fire was released, and began to reverse continuously.
Xiao Zuiji shot.
Zhou Hong drew out his sword.
The disciple was busy for a while, as if the enemy was in front of him.
It turned out to be just-grilled skewers!
"Xiaomo!"
Jun Chang smiled and shouted: "Where is the waist!"
Su Xiaomo, who was standing by the stream, said: "Master, I lost all the internal organs!"
"Depend on!"
Jun Chang laughed and said, "It's a waste!"
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched.
My head, at the price of one bullet, and then paired with Linglong fire barbecue, you are a waste!
"Extremely boring."
Ye Xingchen, who was sitting in the distance, dismissed it with disdain.
Not long after, the skewers were cooked.
Jun Chang laughed and sprinkled chili and cumin, and said, "Come and try my skill of grilling skewers."
The disciples living in Xingyun Continent have never seen this kind of barbecue, so they took a bunch of them curiously and ate them, and then they were full of praise!
"Brother Ye."
Li Qingyang handed over the mutton skewers and said, "Try it too!"
"cut."
Ye Xingchen reluctantly took it, took a bite, and... well, ate the rest.
No one can resist the temptation of delicious food, not even Emperor Gao Leng Wu!
He can compose poems and grill skewers.
The admiration of all the disciples towards the head is as endless as a surging river!
After the wild barbecue, Jun Changxiao took his disciples to continue on their way, and stopped in front of Death Valley shrouded in mist the next day.
The three big characters "Death Valley" are engraved on the stone wall at the mouth of the valley, and the color is red, as if dyed with blood.
"Hoo hoo!"
The cold wind blows and pours into the mouth of the valley, forming a sound like howling ghosts and wolves.
In front of the valley, many warriors were hesitating. When they saw Jun Changxiao and his party coming, they started talking in low voices.
"Huh? Is it the Iron-Bone Pie?"
"Master Jun brought so many disciples here, do you want to enter Death Valley for training?"
"Without Wu Zong taking it with you, if you go in rashly, you will die!"