Jun Changxiao didn't know anything about Lingquanzong, so he said with a smile, "Is there something wrong?"
"Of course there is something."
Wei Yi came striding forward in anger, his eyes glowing with disdain and said: "You beat my disciple of Lingquan Sect, how can you leave safely like this?"
"What?"
"Beat the Lingquan Sect disciple?"
"Ironbone Pie is in trouble!"
"Last year, a disciple of the Baliu sect beat up the disciples of the Lingquan sect, and the master personally brought all the disciples to the sect to apologize."
"What happened next?"
"The disciple who hit someone was abolished and expelled from the sect, and the Baliu sect paid a lot of silver to the Lingquan sect."
"So, Iron Bones is really in trouble!"
Everyone discussed in low voices, looking at Jun Changxiao with a little sympathy.
The deacon of Changdaomen snorted coldly, and said to himself: "To offend Lingquan Sect is to offend King Yan, boy, just wait for bad luck."
Warriors from various sects paid Jun Changxiao to give advice on martial arts, but he and the disciples of Tiger Roaring Sect didn't go, after all, they laughed the most fiercely before, so they didn't have the face to ask for advice.
Now that the elder of Lingquan Sect appeared, he instantly aroused a distorted mind, wishing to witness that guy being severely humiliated and bullied.
"So you are from the Lingquan Sect."
Jun Changxiao pretended to be enlightened, nodded and said: "Yes, I hit, I hit..." He calculated: "There should be five."
five
The corners of the mouths of the warriors from all factions twitched.
Last year, when one of the Eight-Liu sect disciples beat one, the headmaster took all the disciples to apologize. If you beat five, you may lose even the chance of reconciliation!
Wei Yinu said indifferently: "Since the head master admits it, Wei will seek justice for the disciple who was beaten today."
"Ding!"
"Sub-quest trigger!"
Another mission
Jun Changxiao hastily opened the attribute panel, and saw the side mission: teach the elders of the Lingquan sect who came to make trouble 0/1 [elite mission].
"Elite mission?"
As a native of Earth, Master Jun has been in contact with online games before, and there are elite missions in them, most of which allow players to solve a small OSS.
Elite missions are usually difficult, and reward rich if completed.
Interesting, interesting! Jun Changxiao took back the attribute panel, touched his nose and said, "Your disciple molested my female disciples. I have a kind heart, but I just punished them with a small shot. How dare you fucking dare to lick your face? Seeking justice in front of you?"
The martial artists of each faction were confused.
The head of the iron-boned faction has brought out the 'fuck', not afraid to provoke the other party and make things difficult to adjust
One purposely came to cause trouble, and the other wanted to complete the task.
adjust
It doesn't exist at all.
The deacon of Changdaomen and the disciples of Huxiaomen were secretly happy.
Dare to swear in front of the grumpy elder of Lingquanzong, this is definitely a typical death!
really.
Wei Yinu's face darkened, his eyes flickered and he said angrily: "Boy, you are fucking courting death!"
"Crack!"
Clenching his fists tightly, twelve rays of light appeared on his wrists.
"cut."
Jun Chang laughed disdainfully and said: "What kind of big man am I when I am the elder of Lingquan Sect? It turns out that I am just a piece of garbage with a meridian of 12 stages."
Everyone was speechless.
You are still the head of the sect, your strength is no more than the fifth stage of opening the pulse, so you have the nerve to say that!
Hearing the word 'garbage', Wei Yinu became even more furious, and immediately pointed to one side and said: "Little bastard, you have the guts to go to the platform of grievances with me!"
"Swipe! Brush!"
Everyone avoided them one after another, showing a stone platform about ten meters long and three meters high not far behind them.
This is Qingyang City's Enmity Platform.
There is one in each of the four cities. Warriors are not allowed to fight in the city without authorization. If there are any grievances, they can go to the stage to resolve them.
"Elder Wei launched a challenge!"
Everyone exclaimed.
In a world respected by martial arts, it is quite serious for a warrior to challenge another warrior!
"Will the head of the king fight?"
"The disparity in strength is too great, and you have the right to refuse to fight. Although the master has rich experience in martial arts, but his cultivation level is very low, he probably won't accept the challenge!"
"That's what you say, but he is the leader of a faction. Elder Wei launched a challenge. Compared with his position, he must accept the challenge!"
When everyone was discussing, they always looked at Jun Changxiao. After all, no matter how they guessed, the decision of whether to fight or not rested with him.
"Head."
Li Qingyang leaned over and said in a low voice: "On the stage of grievances, life and death are irrelevant."
"No?"
Jun Changxiao's face changed slightly.
Li Qingyang looked at Wei Yinuo and said, "Let the disciples take over his challenge on his behalf."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "The challenge initiated by the elders, how can I let my disciples take the risk to fight instead?"
While speaking, he strode toward the platform of gratitude and resentment.
"Fight!"
"The head of the king actually accepted the challenge!"
"With his little cultivation, he will definitely be tortured to pieces by Elder Wei!"
Warriors from various sects were talking about it.
There are people with ulterior motives who are deliberately making fun of them, such as the deacon of the Changdaomen, or the disciples of the Tiger Roaring Sect.
"It's too messy!" Lu Qianqian frowned slightly.
The elder of Lingquan Sect has 12 stages of meridian opening, Jun Changxiao only has 5 stages of meridian opening, the gap is so big, isn't it courting death!
The new disciples also became worried. The sect master is very good in martial arts knowledge, but his cultivation level is a bit low. How can he face the elders of Lingquan sect who are close to martial disciples.
When Jun Changxiao strode onto the stage of grievances, no one thought highly of him, no matter the warriors of various factions or his own disciples.
"Hahaha!" Wei Yinu also went to the stage of grievances, and laughed loudly: "Boy, if you are a coward, this elder may let you go. Now that you are on stage, prepare to die."
"Yeah?"
Jun Chang laughed in disapproval.
This kid is so calm, it is necessary to let him know the strength of this elder!
Wei Yinu rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists suddenly, his muscles bulged, revealing blue veins.
"Elder Wei's major is the physical body, without any martial arts blessings, he can smash a boulder weighing more than two thousand catties with one punch!"
"Oh My God!"
Everyone gasped.
A 12th stage martial artist with a pulse opening, including his own strength, can smash a 1,500-jin boulder, which is already very sturdy!
"what is this."
A disciple of Lingquan Sect said proudly: "We Elder Wei, in the wild, once killed a beast comparable to a martial artist with bare hands!"
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked.
Killing a warrior-level ferocious beast with bare hands with the power of opening the pulse is simply terrifying!
Although the beast that was killed was injured, Wei Yinu looked smug when he saw the shock on the faces of the warriors from all factions.
However, looking at Jun Changxiao, he found that he was holding up his little finger and picking his nose!
Ga!
The martial artists of each faction were stunned.
On the sacred stage of grievances, that guy actually did such an indecent thing in public!
What's even more exaggerated is that a large ball was buckled and bounced on the shoe of the elder of Lingquanzong.
"ah!"
Wei Yinu roared angrily as if he had been humiliated by the sky, and swung out his powerful right fist.
"Hoo hoo!"
The blow of anger was integrated into the twelve levels of cultivation, and immediately presented a wave of air visible to the naked eye!
Jun Chang smiled with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his face.
"The master..."
Li Qingyang looked solemn.
Lu Qianqian, who was always cold, also showed a rare worry on his face.
"it's over!"
"That guy was hit, either dead or injured!"
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and gusts of wind and waves were blown, blowing hair, sleeves, and corners of the people dancing wildly.