When Jun Chang laughed and said about his sect, the surrounding martial artists all looked sideways and whispered, their words were full of contempt.
This is normal.
Every martial arts competition, the participants are from the eighth-rate and above sects, and it is a bit unbelievable that a nine-rate sect will sign up beyond their means.
"Why."
Jun Chang smiled and sighed.
He didn't think that he was born with a mocking face, but that the respect for martial arts that Starfall Continent believed in was too cruel.
In the ancient times of the world, people were divided into different classes.
Servants and slaves are often regarded as untouchables, and they will definitely be sprayed to death when they go to big places.
Although the Iron-Bone Sect is a sect, it is only a low-level sect, and it is not much different from the untouchables in a world full of sects.
Wait, then.
I will make my sect the most dazzling existence in Starfall Continent, and let all living beings come to worship.
Jun Changxiao doesn't care about worldly views, but will work hard to move towards a stronger road.
The middle-aged man who wrote the book said indifferently: "Although there is no limit to the level of the sect martial arts competition, the applicants must be high-level sects. Why are you a disciple here to make trouble?"
"Snapped."
Jun Changxiao pressed the big seal of the head on the white paper on the table, and said: "The head of the iron-bone sect, Jun Changxiao."
He acted proudly.
Others can look down on yourself, but you can't look down on yourself.
The middle-aged man glanced at the imprint on the paper, and said calmly: "It turns out that you are the head of the sect. Disrespect and disrespect."
"Is he the head of the Iron Bone Sect who taught the elders of the Cangshan Sect in Qingyang City?"
"I didn't expect to be so young."
"I heard that his cultivation base is only four or five stages of meridian opening, and he chopped off an arm of the Elder of the Lingquan Sect who opened the 12th stage of meridian on the platform of enmity!"
"I've heard it too, and it always feels like a rumor."
"How can a fourth or fifth segment of the open vein seriously injure the twelve segment of the open pulse?"
The warriors of Liyang City had also heard about what happened in the Baizong recruitment, but they didn't witness it with their own eyes, so they only treated it as rumors.
Jun Changxiao ignored the crowd, but said: "Since there is no rule that the Jiuliu sect cannot participate in the competition, why are you in a daze, hurry up and ask, hurry up and fill out the form, are you here to drink tea as an uncle?"
The face of the middle-aged man who wrote the pen suddenly fell down, but he still suppressed his anger and said, "How many disciples are participating?"
"Five people."
"Name, age."
"Lu Qianqian is sixteen, Li Qingyang is seventeen, Su Xiaomo is sixteen, Tian seventy-eight, and Xiao Zuiji seventeen."
The middle-aged man who wrote the pen looked stunned and said, "Who is the last one?"
"Xiao Zuiji." Jun Chang laughed and repeated.
"Xiao Zuiji?"
A martial artist standing in the distance said with a smile: "Isn't it a waste that was expelled by the Xiao family?"
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao turned his head and said coldly, "Try to say it again?"
His eyes were very cold and stern, the martial artist looked at him, immediately stopped his smile and took a few steps back, the hairs on his back stood on end!
The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Xiao Zuiji, the former descendant of the Xiao family?"
"Please remove the 'Xiao family's direct lineage', the disciples of this seat are not rare at all." Jun Chang said with a smile.
The former genius brought countless honors to the family, but was expelled at the age of twelve because of his backward cultivation. For such a family, Jun Changxiao is not worth it for Xiao Zuiji, and he can only use two words Describe - I pooh.
The middle-aged man understood, filled in the names of several people, threw five bamboo tokens, and said: "On the day of the competition, you must let the disciples rush to the venue with their ID badges, otherwise they will be regarded as abstentions."
Jun Changxiao took the bamboo token and turned to leave.
However, he stopped in front of the martial artist just now, and said gloomyly: "If you dare to say that this disciple is trash, next time I will let you..."
"Ah hoo!"
This guy suddenly screamed strangely, and the other party was so frightened that he fell down and sat down.
"cut."
Jun Chang laughed disdainfully and said, "I've been intimidated, why don't you have the nerve to call others trash?"
"hateful!"
The warrior was ashamed and indignant, but he didn't have the guts to rush forward, firstly, fighting is prohibited in the city, and secondly, this kid's eyes are really a bit scary.
Jun Chang smiled and left.
But not long after they left, the warriors at the registration venue started talking about it.
"The Xiao Zuiji that guy is talking about must be Xiao Zuiji from the Xiao family. It seems that the trash joined the Iron Bones faction after he was expelled."
"If the talent and cultivation are still there, let alone the fourth or fifth-rate sects, even the second- and third-rate sects will rush to ask for it. It's a pity that now we can only wait for death in the nine-rate sect."
"I don't know how the Xiao family will feel when they hear that the expelled direct descendant has joined a sect lower than the family's."
…
In Liyang City, the Xiao family is an old family with hundreds of years old. In terms of comprehensive strength and industry, it is much stronger than the Li family in Qingyang City.
On this day, the elder of the Xiao family rushed into the hall angrily.
The Patriarch of the Xiao Family, who sat at the top, put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Elder, what's the matter?"
The Great Elder said angrily: "I just heard the news from the outside that the trash who was expelled joined the Iron Skeleton Sect and even signed up for the martial arts competition."
"oh?"
The head of the Xiao family was quite surprised.
The great elder was so angry that he almost slapped the table, and said: "My Xiao family has established itself in Liyang City for more than two hundred years. In terms of background, it is not weaker than the eighth-rate sect at all. Isn't that waste who joins the nine-rate sect is deliberately throwing it away?" Do I have face in the Xiao family?"
The head of the Xiao family took a sip of tea and said, "I have already been expelled, even if I become a beggar, I have nothing to do with my Xiao family, so there is no need to think about it so much."
"That's what it says."
"However, some families with ulterior motives in the city intentionally spread the news, just to let the whole city see our Xiao family's jokes!"
"I suggested to the Patriarch a long time ago to give that trash a glass of poisonous wine and let him go underground to reunite with his parents, but the Patriarch just expelled him!"
It is not difficult to see from the elder's words that all the anger was vented on Xiao Zuiji.
The Patriarch of the Xiao family put down his teacup, twirled his fingers, and said with a smile, "It's not easy to kill a trash. In my opinion, there is no need for the Great Elder to get angry."
…
Xiao's inner courtyard.
"Have you heard that that trash Xiao Zuiji has joined the Iron Bone Sect and signed up for the martial arts competition. He will come to Liyang City in a few days."
"No, how dare you come to Liyang City without spiritual root and cultivation base?"
"Several cousins' sects also participated, will we meet that trash?"
"There seem to be a lot of sect disciples participating in the competition this time. I think it's a bit difficult for my cousins to meet that trash."
"Anyway, I must go and see it on the day the competition starts. I haven't seen that trash for a few years, and I really miss it a little bit."
"Hahaha, do you want to bully him again?"
Xiao Zuiji's younger generation disciples gathered together to discuss Xiao Zuiji, with disdain and contempt in their eyes.
Little did they know that the trash they kept talking about was currently undergoing the cruelest muscle training in the training room of the Iron-Bone Sect.
Not qualified enough? Make an effort!
"Get stronger, get stronger!"
As night fell, Xiao Zuiji frantically bombarded the strength testing machine while running the Yi Jin Jing, sweat dripped from his forehead and blood from his fists.
Jun Changxiao was lying on the roof of the main hall, and when he heard the sound of fists coming from the training room, he murmured: "Let's vent all the humiliation and torture you have suffered on the day of the martial arts competition."
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