Because Xiao Zuiji was in the city, he was easily looked at and ridiculed by others, Jun Changxiao ordered him to rest after staying in the inn.
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang and the others also did not leave the inn, they practiced in their rooms, adjusted their status, and prepared for the Houtian martial arts competition.
Jun Changxiao was bored, so he went to the Martial Arts Market to buy medicinal materials, but he found several first-grade healing pills, but he couldn't find any other ones.
"Why."
"Mass production is a bit difficult."
He hoped to refine enough Qi Gathering Pills, Body Shaping Pills, and Cyclone Pills to provide him with cultivation resources for his disciples.
"He is the leader of the Iron Bones faction!"
"It looks quite young, but it's a pity that I have a problem with my brain. I insist on bringing my disciples to participate in the martial arts competition."
"There are cannon fodder sects in every session, it's not surprising."
"There are a lot of disciples participating this time, and most of them are above the tenth stage of the Opening Meridian. With his nine-level sect, I am afraid that he will be eliminated in the first round."
Without Xiao Zuiji to follow, Jun Changxiao sadly became the object of ridicule and discussion by warriors and passers-by.
A good-for-nothing, a nine-tier sect, if he wants to walk on the street and get envious looks from others, that's really evil.
Jun Changxiao ignored it, wandered around the market for a while, and then returned to the inn. It was not until the day of the martial arts competition of the Houtian sect that he brought five disciples out.
At this moment, the genius has just dawned, and the streets are already full of people coming and going.
The sect competition held every two years is a grand event in Qingyang County, and many martial artists from other places have come as early as three or five days ago.
"The iron-bone faction came out!"
"Tsk tsk, the clothes are quite bright. When the competition starts, I hope you can still look good."
"Xiao Zuiji has no spiritual power emerging from his body at all. He must be looking for abuse when he goes on stage to compete with disciples of other sects."
"There is also that girl who doesn't seem to have spiritual power. Are you sure you are not joking when you send such a disciple to fight?"
"It's just the Nine Streams sect. It's a good idea to send a Li Qingyang. What kind of disciples do you expect them to come up with?"
Faced with the whispers and disdain of the crowd, Jun Changxiao turned a deaf ear to it, and led his disciples on the way to the venue.
It seemed that the situation was calm, but in fact, anger rose in his heart, and he wished to take an AK and stun all these bad-mouthed guys.
Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi were also suffocating, and could only wait until the martial arts competition to vent out.
…
In the south of the city, the martial art competition location.
When Jun Changxiao came to sign up, it was still a spacious martial arts arena, but now a wall has been erected around the periphery to form a circle, somewhat similar to a Roman arena.
At the entrance of the meeting place, warriors from various factions gathered. The middle-aged man who wrote the pen before was reviewing the bamboo plaques one by one.
When Jun Changxiao came, he caught it from the corner of the eye, and immediately said with a half-smile: "Oh, the head of the Iron Bones faction is here?"
It seems to be greeting, but it is actually reminding the martial artists of all factions.
really.
As soon as the sound ended, the high-level leaders of various factions standing outside the entrance of the venue turned their heads to look over.
Although these people had smiles on their faces, their eyes were full of disdain and disdain.
Those who came to participate in the martial arts competition, which one is not the eight-rate sect, naturally look down on the iron-bone sect, which is only nine-rate.
Jun Changxiao was not surprised that they liked it, so he brought his disciples to the entrance, and handed over the bamboo plaque representing the identity of the disciples to the middle-aged man who wrote it.
The top leaders of various factions deliberately kept a certain distance from it, as if they were afraid of getting bad luck.
"Brother, isn't the Iron Bones sect the Nine Streams sect? Why are you here to participate in the sect competition?"
"Maybe it's for excitement."
"Pfft haha, in my opinion, I'm courting death."
The disciples of the various sects also couldn't see the Iron Bones faction clearly in their hearts.
There is no way, who made the sect level low, this is more than seven ranks, I am afraid that he would have nodded and bowed over to kneel and lick.
After the bamboo card identity verification, Jun Chang said with a smile: "Let's go."
Xiao Zuiji did not leave, but stood at the entrance of the venue, his fists clenched tightly, his nails buried in his flesh, his eyes glowing with anger, and he stared at another entrance.
Jun Changxiao and others noticed it, followed their gazes, and saw a slender young man in blue clothes walking in front of him.
"Sinful cousin."
He said hello, but the smile on his face was very hypocritical, especially the faint arrogance in his eyes.
"It's Xiao Linye."
"The best genius of the Xiao family's younger generation!"
"I heard that a few months ago, he was accepted as a personal disciple by the great elder of Jueyin Valley of the Liuliu Sect."
"Could it be that Jueyin Valley also sent disciples to participate in the martial arts competition?"
Everyone discussed in low voices.
Xiao Linye
The corner of Jun Chang smiled and twitched, and said secretly: "If you add the word dragon, the four strongest surnames of the protagonist will all be taken up by this kid."
Xiao Zuiji said: "I am no longer a member of the Xiao family, I can't bear the word cousin."
Xiao Linye said with a smile: "I'm not guilty of my cousin who opened the first pulse for me, and my cousin will not be favored by Duanyin Valley, nor will he have the achievements he has today, so no matter whether you are expelled or not, in my brother's heart, you will always be My cousin."
Jun Changxiao didn't see any gratitude in his eyes, but there was a hint of banter on the contrary.
"Master, let's go." Xiao Zuiji didn't want to have too much interaction with the members of the Xiao family, so he turned around and was about to leave.
Xiao Linye blocked the way, and said in his ear: "Cousin, the facts have proved that it was a mistake for the family to do everything they could to train you. I, Xiao Linye, are the future of the Xiao family."
Xiao Zuiji lowered his head, his heart felt like a knife.
Him, Xiao Linye.
My cousin, who I once cared for so much, even spared no effort to use weak spiritual power to help him open his veins. The relationship is better than that of a brother.
However, after his spiritual roots retreated, he was the one who ridiculed and humiliated him the most.
"Cousin."
Xiao Linye smiled and said: "Remember, I once said that one day, I will surpass you and become stronger, and now it has come true."
"what about you?"
The smile on his face was even thicker, and his smile was ferocious, like a lunatic.
Jun Chang smiled and frowned.
After finally cultivating self-confidence for the disciple, are you looking for trouble here? Believe it or not, I will kill you with a gun right now
At this moment, Xiao Zuiji, who lowered his head, laughed, his shoulders trembled.
"What are you laughing at, cousin?" Xiao Linye asked.
Xiao Zuiji raised his head, and said with a smile on his sharp-edged face: "I'm laughing at your childishness, at you for taking yourself too seriously."
A trace of anger appeared in Xiao Linye's eyes.
Xiao Zuiji patted him on the shoulder and said proudly: "Lin Ye, remember, your brother will always be your brother, even if you don't have spiritual roots, even if you don't have cultivation, you can't surpass him."
With that said, he strode into the venue.
Jun Changxiao came with his disciples, stopped in front of Xiao Linye deliberately, and said with a smile: "Did you hear that, your brother said that you will live in his shadow for the rest of your life."
"hateful!"
Xiao Linye's face was ferocious, and he shouted: "Xiao Zuiji, this martial arts competition, I will let you, the Xiao family, and everyone know that I, Xiao Linye, will not yield to others!"
"Go and dream." Xiao Zuiji's voice came.
Jun Chang laughed with satisfaction.
He was quite worried at first, that Xiao Zuiji would be hit by that guy's self-esteem, but in fact he was worrying too much.
…
The venue is similar to an arena. There are many fighting platforms in the central area, surrounded by viewing platforms, which can accommodate 200,000 people.
When each faction entered the venue one after another, the viewing platform was full of seats, and all warriors were eagerly looking forward to the upcoming martial arts competition.
After Jun Changxiao brought his disciples in, he was placed in the waiting area, where there were high-level officials from various factions and participating disciples, and there were almost a hundred of them.
certainly.
After coming in, there is a lot of rolling eyes.
This is just one of the waiting areas, there are three others in different directions.
"The high-level leaders of each faction please go to the viewing platform, and the participating disciples stay and wait for the first round of grouping." A middle-aged man came up and said.
Jun Changxiao glanced at the five disciples, and encouraged him: "Don't be disturbed by the voices outside the field, bring out your best form, and don't give up lightly!"
"Um."
Li Qingyang and others nodded.
Jun Changxiao left the waiting area. Under the leadership, he came to the high platform with a wide view, and he could see everything below the platform.
"Your head."
Just as I found a seat to sit down, a fat headed and big-eared elder from a certain sect next to me cupped his hands and said with a smile, "If my disciple meets your disciple in the first round, it's a heavy hand, please forgive me."
"oh."
Jun Chang responded with a smile.
The top leaders of the factions on the left and right began to discuss in low voices.
They all hoped that if they could meet the Iron Bones disciples in the first round, they would at least be able to guarantee their chances of winning.
All in all, the bigwigs of all the sects present all regarded the disciples of the Iron Bones faction as a stepping stone for their own disciples to advance to the second round.
Jun Changxiao leaned on the back of the chair, his fingers intertwined, as if he had never heard the whispers of the crowd.
The show is about to begin...
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