Jun Changxiao got through the twelve veins and met the conditions, so the epic mission started, but when he saw the mission presented above, he couldn't believe it: "It's just as simple as participating?"
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Epic mission [1].
Task details: Ten days later, Qingyang County will hold a biennial martial arts competition, and the host needs to bring five disciples to participate.
Mission conditions: Disciples take the top three places.
Mission failure: the student failed to sign up for the competition within the specified time, and the disciple was eliminated in the first round.
mission rewards:? ?
The three question marks are a little skinny, and the skinny Jun Chang smiled and collapsed: "What the hell are the rewards for the three question marks!"
The system said: "The epic mission rewards are measured according to the completion of the host, so it is impossible to finally determine what the reward is."
"Isn't it written in the mission conditions, let the disciples take the top three places!" Jun Chang said with a smile.
The system explained: "The mission conditions are only defined. If only one of the disciples sent by the host enters the top three, or if they exceed the quota, the rewards will change."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "A disciple who ranks among the top three is considered to have completed the task, but because the degree of completion is low, the reward will be less?"
"good."
"If five disciples occupy the top four, it means that they have overfulfilled, and the reward will be higher than the limit?"
"Yes."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Can I not participate?"
The system said: "If you don't participate, you will fail the mission. The host will be punished at that time, and you can't break through the big realm within the stipulated time."
"how long?"
"Ten years to start."
Jun Chang smiled and spread his hands, saying: "So, I have to do the epic task."
…
Li Qingyang, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, dragged his weak body, and walked in step by step, "Master, do you have any orders?"
One hour of shaping made him very sour.
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Have you heard of the martial arts contest in Qingyang County?"
"heard about it."
Li Qingyang rubbed his painful face and said, "It's held every two years, and this year's event will start in ten days."
Suddenly, he realized something, and said: "Master, our sect won't sign up for the competition, right?"
"without."
"That's good."
"However, I'm planning to sign up."
Li Qingyang twitched his lips and said: "Master, those are all contests where high-level sects participate. We will only be reduced to cannon fodder if we send them hard."
Jun Changxiao rested his arms on the armrests, resting his chin on the back of his palms and said, "Are you so unconfident in yourself and in the sect?"
Li Qingyang said solemnly: "According to what I know, this kind of martial arts competition, each faction will send the most outstanding disciples to fight, and the strength is mostly at the level of martial arts."
"Really?" Jun Changxiao frowned.
The sect's disciples are all at the opening stage, so it's definitely not good for them to fight martial arts, let alone advance to the top three.
Li Qingyang said again: "The first place in the last martial arts competition is a disciple of the Liuliu Hualing Sect, and his strength has reached the third-rank martial disciple."
Jun Changxiao frowned even tighter.
If there are third-rank warriors participating in the battle this year, how can my disciples fight against others
Epic mission
I think it's a mission from hell!
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Where can I sign up for the martial arts competition?"
Is the master still going to compete? Although Li Qingyang was speechless, he still opened his mouth and said: "This martial arts competition is in Liyang City."
"Liyang City? Isn't it the city where the sinji family is located?"
"Yes, Master."
Jun Changxiao was silent for a while, and said: "Let me inform Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Zuiji that tomorrow, I will start devil training for the five of you."
"Devil training?" Li Qingyang looked confused.
Jun Changxiao walked down, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep tone: "I will send you to the martial arts competition ten days later, and you must win the top three."
"ah?"
Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.
…
If the epic task fails, the realm will be sealed for ten years. Even if he knows it is hell mode, Jun Changxiao has to do it.
He is more optimistic about Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, one is hidden, and the other has extraordinary aptitude. Although Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi are close, they may improve a lot if they carry out devil training within ten days.
As for letting Xiao Zuiji play in the battle, Jun Changxiao hopes that he can prove to the Xiao family and the world that he is not a waste with his strength at the door of his house.
This is a bit difficult...
the next day.
Jun Changxiao distributed the rest of the sect tasks to his disciples, and then brought Lu Qianqian and the four of them to the front of the first-grade disciples' spiritual power formation and said, "You go in and practice for two hours first."
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's eyes suddenly became hot.
Lu Qianqian said: "The master really wants to send us to participate in the martial arts competition in Qingyang County?"
Jun Changxiao said solemnly: "Not only do you want to participate, but you also want to win the top three places for me!"
"It's difficult." Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Chang said with a smile: "Challenging is only when it is difficult. Tell me loudly, can you do it!"
"able!"
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo shouted in unison.
"Go in and practice!"
"yes!"
The four of them entered the opening formation and began to practice.
…
In the training room.
Xiao Zuiji lowered his head and said: "Sect Leader, let's send other senior brothers to participate, disciples are not up to the task."
Although the muscle-building room brought him hope, he was still in Liyang City when he went to compete with the disciples of various factions, which made him very unconfident.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Are you running away?"
Xiao Zuiji said in pain: "I don't want to drag the sect down."
Go, he doesn't want to be ashamed, and he doesn't like to be spurned, but he doesn't want to represent the Iron Faction, and he doesn't want to bear the shame for a waste like himself.
Jun Changxiao pulled Xiao Zuiji over, and said in a deep voice: "In ten days, let me become stronger and prove to them with your strength. Even if you Xiao Zuiji has no spiritual roots and cultivation base, you are still a That once-in-a-thousand-year genius!"
Emotions a little excited, saliva flying stars.
Looking into the eyes of the headmaster, Xiao Zuiji's heart gradually warmed up, it was a feeling of being trusted, even though he was just a waste now...
"Crack!"
Xiao Zuiji clenched his fists tightly and said loudly: "Disciple understands!"
"brush!"
Jun Chang smiled and threw him into the muscle building room. The opening time is -20 hours!
When being greeted by the hammer head in all directions, Xiao Zuiji activated the Yi Jin Jing to achieve a double improvement of the physical body.
I want to be stronger!
I want to prove myself!
I can't let the sect be humiliated!
With this belief, Xiao Zuiji eats one meal a day, sleeps one hour, and spends the rest of the time in the training room.
Jun Changxiao spent another 40 contribution points to buy two muscle-building rooms. After Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo finished training in the spiritual power circle, they began to build muscles.
The three of them also ate a meal, slept for an hour, and spent half of the rest of the time in the spiritual power circle and half in the shaping room.
Lu Qianqian didn't enter the training room, and sat cross-legged in the formation all the time to absorb spiritual energy.
The devil training of the five disciples officially started, and the duration was the eve of the martial arts competition.
…
Liyang City.
When the disciple devil was training, Jun Changxiao rushed over.
In the Martial Arts Field in the south of the city, where the martial arts competition will take place a few days later, there are elders of scattered sects gathered around a table, announcing their sect names and participating disciples.
"Next."
The middle-aged man who wrote the book yelled.
Jun Chang came with a smile.
The middle-aged man didn't look up, dipped in the ink and said: "Sect."
"Iron-boned faction."
Ga.
The middle-aged man's hand holding the pen stiffened suddenly, and he raised his head in astonishment.
The elders of the various sects who had signed up stopped one after another, and turned to look at Jun Changxiao in disbelief.
"Ironbones?"
"Isn't it the Jiuliu sect of Qingyang Village?"
"Sect martial arts competition is held every two years, and all the contestants are from eight-rate or higher sects. Why is he here to join in the fun?"