"The head and senior sisters and brothers are back!"
The calm iron-bone pie suddenly became boiling with a loud shout.
When many disciples learned from Su Xiaomo that junior brother Xiao Zuiji not only won the championship, several senior brothers also took the top three places, they cheered excitedly.
As a member of the sect, he naturally values this honor!
"Why."
Liu Wanshi leaned against the front of the dining hall, pouted and said, "It's hard to make them fat, and they've lost a lot of weight after only a few days of walking."
"Master, what should we do with this person?" Xiao Zuiji asked while carrying the unconscious Ye Xingchen on his shoulder.
Jun Changxiao thought about it for a while and said, "Let's put it in the Medicine Pavilion first."
Xiao Zuiji got the order, walked into the medicine cabinet, threw Ye Xingchen on the ward, was about to leave, when he heard the man talking in his sleep, "I want to defy the sky..."
unbelievable
God owes you money
Xiao Zuiji thought he was talking in his sleep, ignored him, turned and left.
…
On the martial arts arena.
Many disciples stared at a black and white sphere with big eyes and small eyes, and asked in confusion: "Senior brother, what is this?"
Su Xiaomo said with a smile: "This is called happy football. It was brought out by the head of the team. He said that it is a kick every day. It can not only cultivate the sentiment, but also improve the strength of the feet."
A disciple leaned over, looked at the small characters written on the football, and read: "In 198018, the World Cup finals, the Huaxia men's football team defeated the Brazilian men's football team with a match ball."
"Brother, what does this mean?"
"I don't know either."
Su Xiaomo waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way, I'll give you a try."
"good!"
Everyone hurriedly retreated.
Su Xiaomo took a few steps back, ran up, and shot hard, but with a sound of 'swoosh', the ball exploded and flew away, hitting the outer wall hard, showing a sunken and cracked shape.
His kick is comparable to that of the King Kong foot in Shaolin football!
"Slap."
Su Xiaomo clapped her hands and said, "How is it?"
"Amazing!"
"Brother, you kicked just now, at least a thousand catties!"
The disciples exclaimed.
As expected of the 8018 football, it endured such a high force, but it bounced back without breaking or deforming.
…
Jun Changxiao spends 10 contribution points to buy a happy football, and let his disciples kick it when they have nothing to do, the purpose is to train their tacit understanding.
the next day.
Slightly transform the martial arts arena into a simple football field. After telling the disciples the rules, let them divide into two teams and start fighting for each other.
"My face hurts..." Ye Xingchen, who was lying in the medicine cabinet, woke up leisurely, touched his face subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly became cold and severe.
He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be hit by a flying hidden weapon, and then fell unconscious.
hateful!
I, Ye Xingchen.
The generation of Emperor Wu who once ruled the mainland will be overshadowed by a hidden weapon!
After a short rest, he stood up with difficulty, then looked around the environment, and whispered: "Did someone save you?"
"do not care."
"Leave this place first, find a blessed place full of spiritual power, start practicing, and strive to become Emperor Wu as soon as possible."
Ye Xingchen opened the door with a 'creak', but before he could get out, he heard a 'bang', his whole face was hit by a football, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Li Fei!"
Su Xiaomo on the martial arts arena roared: "How did you pass the ball!"
The disciple named Li Fei scratched his head and said, "Brother, I kicked for the first time, but I haven't found the right head yet."
"Go pick up the ball!"
"well!"
Li Fei hurriedly retrieved the ball.
The iron-bone disciples kicked happily again. Although they didn't even look like an amateur team, they opened up a few pulses, and the ball they kicked out was still very strong!
"But... Damn..." Ye Xingchen stood up covering his face, angrily said: "Again plotting against the Emperor!"
"Boom!"
The football flew into the medicine cabinet again at a tricky angle, and hit him directly on the forehead, and he fell straight again.
Su Xiaomo hugged and said madly: "Li Fei, what kind of footwork are you doing!"
Li Fei scratched his head in embarrassment, then picked up the ball and continued kicking.
"Crack." Ye Xingchen put one hand on the hospital bed, stood up slowly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and said, "Today's revenge, this emperor has written it down!"
Said, hurriedly ran to the door, closed the door, for fear that Yuanyuan's hidden weapon would fly in again.
"Who are these people?"
"Why do you want to plot against the emperor?"
Ye Xingchen was sticking to the wall in front of the door, looking sideways at the martial arts arena through the window.
"Crunch!"
Just at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Jun Changxiao stepped in and saw that there was no one on the hospital bed, he was puzzled and asked, "What about the kid?"
"Plop." Ye Xingchen, who was squeezed behind the door, straightened up and fell sideways, foaming at the mouth.
Jun Changxiao turned around and said, "Why is he hiding behind the door?"
…
After half an hour.
The pain in Ye Xingchen's body gradually dissipated, and he said coldly, "Who are you?"
"Huh?"
Jun Changxiao was amazed.
This guy looked younger than him, but his eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes, as if he had traveled a lot and walked a lot.
Not simple, not simple.
Jun Chang laughed and said, "My name is Jun Chang Xiao, and I am the head of the Iron-Bone Sect."
Hardcore faction
Ye Xingchen said indifferently: "With such an ugly name, it's not a big sect."
Aiya, I go.
He thinks the name of my sect is ugly, and he also said that it is not a big sect, this guy is a bit tricky.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Who are you?"
Ye Xingchen raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "You just need to remember that I am someone you can't afford to mess with."
It's not a little hanging, it's very hanging!
"brush!"
Ye Xingchen got up and walked to the door, and said calmly: "Don't provoke me in the future, otherwise, I will..." His eyes flickered with murderous intent.
"Bang!" The football was shot from the outside and hit him in the face without any mistakes. Perhaps because of the many times, he passed out again this time.
…
When Ye Xingchen woke up again, he found himself bound and bound to a chair.
"Master, he's awake!" Su Xiaomo said.
Jun Changxiao walked in from the outside, and said with a smile: "Boy, no matter how awesome you are, from today onwards, you will be a member of my strong-armed faction."
His intuition told him that this sharp-eyed guy must have a story, and his identity must not be simple.
The sect happened to have 399 places left, so he was recruited first.
As for the lesser quota, it was taken up by Liu Wanshi, so she had to go through the procedure to fill out the form and stamp it.
Ye Xingchen's eyes were gloomy.
As one of the top ten Martial Emperors who had just been reborn, he was plotted against one after another, and finally tied up. This is tolerable, what can't be tolerated!
"Boy!" He said coldly, "I won't join, because your sect is not qualified to accommodate me."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "You treat yourself as Emperor Wu, can't you tolerate you?"
Ye Xingchen's eyes became more and more sinister, looking very scary.
At this time, according to the plot of the strong man reborn as the protagonist, being so despised by the head of the villain, he properly turned on the mode of pretending to be forceful and slapping his face.
The reality is, Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, "I'll give you three times to think about it, otherwise don't be rude to me."
"Are you threatening me?" Ye Xingchen said.
Jun Chang smiled back, waved his hand and said, "This seat not only threatens you, but also dares to beat you."
"brush!"
Su Xiaomo punched him in the face, and said arrogantly: "It's your luck that the head master saw you, you're making a bad face, pretending to be a peerless expert!"
Ye Xingchen exploded with anger.
"You still dare to stare at me!" Su Xiaomo raised his fist again, and began to beat him violently, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen after a while.
Ye Xingchen, Yedi.
It is embarrassing that an existence that cannot be offended has been reduced to this point!
However, in the end, a compromise was made, because they were moved to the martial arts arena, and dozens of disciples stood far away, with happy footballs under their feet. If they disagreed, they kicked each person until they agreed...
S, thanks to 159******33, Yu Yu? Saint? for the reward, passers-by for the reward, and continue to ask for recommendation tickets.