"Have you heard that the Iron Bones faction, who was arrested by the authorities for visiting the Fengyue place, and was unable to be beheaded after escaping from prison, has come to participate in the recruitment of this year's Hundred Sects!"
"Isn't it? This sect still exists?"
"A young man with a brain problem, who claims to be the second head of the Iron Bones Sect, I reckon that the highest realm is only two or three stages of opening the pulse."
"The second division of Kaimai has the face to inherit the head. Can't we, the third and fourth divisions, occupy the top of the mountain and establish a sect?"
Jun Changxiao stood in front of the city gate, and his coquettish remarks in the posture of a middle school student immediately aroused heated discussions in Qingyang City.
Of course, it's just a laughing stock to discuss.
In the past, under the development of the head of the king, the Iron-Bone Sect still had a little prestige, but now it's too cold for people to leave the tea, so it's good enough for everyone to remember.
Walking on the streets of Qingyang City, hearing their discussions and seeing their disdainful eyes, Jun Changxiao was very sad.
Although he is the head of a sect, his treatment is completely no different from that of the protagonist who travels to waste material and is ridiculed by others.
No, no.
At any rate, after he crossed over, he opened his golden finger, and from then on he embarked on the peak road of beating geniuses, stepping on gods and demons, and marrying Bai Fumei.
What about yourself
Although there is a system, he still has a bomb attached, because he is afraid that his death will not be miserable enough or fancy enough.
Lu Qianqian said: "Sect Leader, do you want to find a crack in the ground and sneak in?"
this woman.
Can't you comfort my wounded heart
"call!"
Jun Changxiao let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I haven't experienced any big storms and waves, so I don't care about others' private criticism."
"Big wind and waves?"
Lu Qianqian said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I haven't been out of Qingyang Village since I was a child."
Hehehe.
I died once, isn't that enough
Jun Changxiao didn't bother to pay attention to this cold and poisonous girl, and walked towards the west of the city where Baizong's recruitment was held.
on the way.
Lots of people pointing and pointing behind their backs.
Ignoring their arguments, Jun Changxiao strode away with his head held high and his chest held high.
This guy has an advantage.
As a time traveler, he has an unusual face.
If it were the original Jun Changxiao, or a martial artist who cared about self-esteem, if he was ridiculed unscrupulously by others, he would definitely vomit blood on the spot.
Lu Qianqian followed behind, looked at the headmaster Feng Qingyundan and laughed at the passers-by, secretly said: "Can you bear this?"
If you can't bear it, you have to bear it.
Because in Jun Changxiao's view, only by using strength can they shut up their mocking mouths.
Wait!
Sooner or later, I will let you all look in admiration and awe when you talk about the Iron-Bone Faction!
Jun Changxiao had to complete the main task given by the system. After being ridiculed by passers-by, he had to complete it!
There is an essential difference between being passive before and being active now.
…
Qingyang City is huge.
The west of the city is also the place where hundreds of recruitments have been held in the past, and the scale is quite good.
Jun Changxiao walked over with Lu Qianqian, and saw that many tents had been temporarily set up on the martial arts arena, with vigorous and powerful martial arts banners hanging on them.
Daomen!
Golden Dragon Gang!
Elite cottage!
Tiger Roaring Sect...
All kinds of sect names present the eyes, giving people a dazzling feeling.
Some boys and girls who came earlier, accompanied by their parents or relatives and friends, inquired about the situation of each sect in detail.
The general content is-
How about this sect
Are there many members
What is the level of martial arts mentality practiced
If you practice here, how high will you be able to achieve in martial arts in the future
After listening for a while, Jun Changxiao shook his head and said to himself, "How can this be a hundred cases of recruitment? It's just a job fair!"
"Head."
Lu Qianqian whispered: "We need to find an open space and build a facade like them, so that we can meet the recruitment requirements and attract the attention of others."
Now that you are here, you have to do as the Romans do.
Jun Changxiao looked around, pointed to the empty space in the distance and said, "This place is not bad."
Lu Qianqian looked in the direction, and Liu Mei frowned slightly: "The Great Sword Sect on the left is an eight-rate sect, and the Tiger Roaring Sect on the right is also an eight-rate sect. Are you sure you want to put your face among them?"
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Since the two sects are low-ranking, they will definitely attract a lot of attention when the recruitment starts. We can draw some attention if we are caught in the middle."
Lu Qianqian thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."
"Let's go."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "Go and make a face."
He brought Lu Qianqian to the gap between the two eight-level sects, skillfully took out the cloth strips, and built a simple small tent.
This kind of recruitment held all year round is nothing more than a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Unless there are flamboyant and powerful sects, it will be built very luxuriously.
For example, the Great Sword Gate on the left, and the Tiger Roaring Sect on the right.
The two sects are also considered to be a little bit strong, and the facade is called a luxurious one, and that one is called a rich one.
Compared with others, the simple tent set up by the head of Jun was instantly reduced to scum.
certainly.
This is what he needs.
With two luxurious facades propped up on the left and right, his humble little nest could easily attract the attention of others.
Some people eat and drink.
Jun often laughs at this kind of behavior called rubbing the light, the light of the scenery.
After the head of Changdaomen finished talking with a young man, he saw a tent next to it out of thin air, and shouted: "Which sect is so short-sighted, dare to put the door's face in front of my Changdaomen?"
People from Tiger Roaring Sect also found out.
A disciple walked out with his sleeves rolled up, and said fiercely: "Grandma, dare to set up camp next to my Tiger Roaring Sect, do you have the guts to eat ambitious leopards?"
Coincidentally, Jun Changxiao just hung up the sect banner.
After seeing the five words 'Iron-strength faction' written on it, deep disdain appeared on the faces of the two of them.
"Pooh."
The disciple of the Tiger Howling Sect spit out, and said: "A sect that was arrested for visiting the kilns as the head of the sect, it is a great shame to build a face next to my Tiger Howling Sect!"
"Hey!"
The deacon of Changdaomen pointed at Jun Changxiao, and said impatiently: "This is my site of Changdaomen, hurry up and build it."
The two sects didn't pay attention to the Iron-Bone Sect at all. After all, they were only the Nine-Rate Sect, which was one level behind their own Eight-Rate Sect.
Lu Qianqian said indifferently: "The venue for Baizong's recruitment has always been provided by the Lord of Qingyang City. When did it become the site of you and other small eight-stream sects?"
Jun often laughs and is speechless.
The Bali sect is no more than a small one under her poisonous tongue.
His own sect is only top-notch, so it must be even more unsightly!
Hearing the words 'Little Baliu', the deacon of Changdaomen was furious, but he was also speechless.
good.
The venue was provided by the Lord of Qingyang City.
Not to mention the Eight Streams sect, even the Seven Streams sect would not dare to call it their own territory.
The disciples of the Tiger Roaring Sect were also very angry, because Lu Qianqian said that his own sect was included in the little bad news.
Jun Changxiao came out and smoothed things over and said: "The recruitment of Baizong is about to start. I am equal to Baizong. I should be friendly and there is no need to get angry."
"If the head of the king is still there, Li will regard the Iron-Bone Sect as a member of the hundred sects, but now..." the deacon of the Changdaomen said with contempt: "It doesn't even count as a fart!"
"that is."
A disciple of the Tiger Roaring Sect raised his eyebrows and said: "A sect whose disciples have all eaten their meals, should have been disbanded long ago. Why come to Qingyang City to join in the fun?"
Jun Changxiao's expression changed again and again. He could bear the ridicule of passers-by. After all, ordinary people like to follow suit, but he couldn't bear being humiliated and ridiculed by the two sects.
"Two."
He rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "I will build the front door here today. If you don't like it, you can come and bite me, or you can close the tent and get out of here."