Chapter 61: Devil training

Xun Jun often laughed at the twelve pulses and met the conditions, so the epic mission was started, but it was difficult to make a point of seeing the task presented above: "Is it just as simple as participating?"

Click on the task details for a complete introduction——

Epic missions [1].

Mission details: Ten days later, Qingyang County will hold a bi-annual martial arts competition. The host needs to bring five disciples to participate.

Conditions: Disciples take the top three.

Mission failure: Failure to register for the competition within the prescribed time, disciples were eliminated in the first round.

mission rewards:? ? ?

The three question marks are a little bit skinny, and Jun of the skin often laughs and collapses, "Reward what the three question marks are!"

Systematicly said: "Epic task rewards are measured based on the completion of the host, so it is impossible to finalize what kind of reward."

"Isn't the task condition written, let the disciples take the top three!" Jun Chang laughed.

The system explained: "The task conditions are only defined. If only one of the host's disciples has entered the top three, or if they are over-performed, the reward will change.

Xun Jun often laughed: "A disciple who enters the top three is also considered to complete the task, but because the completion is low, the reward will be less?"

"Yes."

"If five disciples occupy the top four, it is equivalent to over-completion. Will the reward be higher than the definition?"

"Yes."

Xun Jun often laughed and said, "Can you not participate?"

Systems said: "If you don't participate, it means that the mission has failed. The host will be punished at that time. It is stipulated that you cannot break through the realm within a certain time."

"how long?"

"Starting in ten years."

Xun Jun often spread his hands with a smile and said, "So, I have to do epic tasks."

Uh ...

Li Qingyang, with a swollen nose and a swollen face, dragged her frail body and walked into the road step by step: "Do you have any instructions?"

The shape of an hour made him very sour.

Xun Jun often laughed and said, "Have you heard of the clan contest in Cheongyang-gun?"

"heard about it."

青 Li Qingyang rubbed his painful face and said, "It will be held every two years. It will be ten days before the session starts."

Suddenly, what did he realize, saying: "Head, our martial arts will not sign up for the competition, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

不过 "However, I am planning to sign up."

青 Li Qingyang drew his mouth and said, "The head, it is all competitions involving high-level martial arts. When we send them, we will only become cannon fodder."

Xun Jun often smiled with his arms resting on the armrests, holding his chin on the back of his palm and saying, "Isn't I so confident about the martial arts?"

青 Li Qingyang solemnly said: "According to the disciples' knowledge, this faction will send the best disciples to fight, and most of them are at the level of warriors."

"Really?" Jun Chang smiled and frowned.

The disciples of the Yemen School are all in the open period, and it is definitely not good to fight with martial arts, let alone advance to the top three.

青 Li Qingyang also said: "The first place in the last contest was a Liuliu Hualingmen disciple, and his strength has reached the third-grade martial artist."

Xun Jun often smiled and frowned.

如果 If there are still three samurai warriors participating in the war, how will their disciples fight with others?

Epic missions?

I think it's a **** mission!

Xun Jun often laughed: "Where do martial arts contests apply?"

The head still wants to participate? Although Li Qingyang was speechless, he still said, "This martial arts contest is in Liyang City."

"Liyang City? Isn't that the city where the sinful family is located?"

"Yes, the head."

Xun Jun often laughed and said a few moments of silence, and said, "Tell Lu Yan, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Guiji, and tomorrow, we will begin training on five of you."

"Devil training?" Li Qingyang's face was aggressive.

Xun Jun often walked down with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a deep voice: "The martial arts competition ten days later, I will send you to participate in this contest, we must take the top three."

"what?"

青 Li Qingyang was stunned.

Uh ...

失败 If the epic mission fails, the realm will be sealed for ten years. Even if he knows it is **** mode, Jun Chang laughs must do it.

Lu Yan and Li Qingyang, he is more optimistic. One is hidden and one has extraordinary qualifications. Although Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi are almost there, the devil training within ten days may improve a lot.

As for letting Xiao Xie fight, Jun Changxiao hoped that he could use his strength to prove to the Xiao family and the world that he was not a waste.

This is a bit difficult ...

The next day.

Xun Jun often laughed and distributed the remaining martial quests to his disciples, and then took the four of them together and came to the front of the first class disciple spiritual force: "You go and practice two hours."

Su Su Xiaomo and Tian Qiyan suddenly became hot.

Lu Lu said: "The head really wants to send us to participate in the martial arts contest in Cheongyang-gun?"

Xun Jun often smiled and said solemnly: "Not only to participate, but also to win the top three for this seat!"

"It's difficult," Lu said.

Xi Jun often laughed: "It is difficult to be challenging. Tell me aloud, can you do it?"

"can!"

青 Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo all sang in unison.

"Go in and practice!"

"Yes!"

Twenty-four entered the opening formation and began to cultivate.

Uh ...

内 Inside the training room.

Xun Xiao sinned his head and said, "Head, let's send other mentors to participate, the disciples are difficult to do."

Although the muscle-building room gave him hope, but to compete with the disciples of various factions, he was still in Liyang City, making him very unconfident.

Xi Jun often laughed: "Are you running away?"

Xiao Xiao sinned painfully: "The disciples do not want to drag down the martial arts."

He wasn't embarrassed or spurned, but he didn't want to represent the iron bones, and he didn't want to bear shame for his waste.

Jun Chang laughed and dragged Xiao Xiaoji over, Shen said: "Ten days, to make this seat stronger, use strength to prove to them, even if you have no spiritual roots, no practice, it is still That genius of a thousand years! "

Emotions are a little excited, and the spitting stars splash.

I looked at the head of the head, Xiao Xinji's heart gradually warmed up, it was a feeling of being trusted, even if he is just a waste now ...

"Click!"

Xiao Xiao sinned with his fists and cried out loudly, "The disciples understand!"

"brush!"

Xi Jun often laughs and shakes his hands ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ throw him into the muscle building room, the opening time is ——20 hours!

被 When being greeted by the hammer head in all directions, Xiao Xieji turned the Yi Jin Jing to achieve the dual promotion of the physical body.

I want to be stronger!

I want to prove myself!

I can't humiliate the martial arts!

With this conviction, Xiao Xinji had one meal a day, slept for an hour, and spent the rest of his time in the training room.

Xi Jun often laughs and spends 40 points of contribution value. He buys two muscle-building rooms. After Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo have finished practicing in the spiritual array, they begin to build muscles.

三 The three of them are also having a meal and sleeping for an hour. The rest of the time is in the spiritual array and half is in the shaping room.

Lu Lu didn't enter the training room, always sitting in the array to take spiritual power.

The demon training for the 25 disciples officially began, and lasted for the eve of the martial arts competition.

Uh ...

Liyang City.

Jun disciple rushed over with a smile when his disciple was training.

Wucheng ’s south martial arts arena. A few days later, the martial arts venue was contested. At this moment, there were scattered martial art elders around a table and reporting their martial arts names and participating disciples.

"next."

The middle-aged man shouted in the pen.

Xi Jun often walks with a smile.

The middle-aged man did not look up and dipped the ink and said, "Martial arts."

"Iron bone pie faction."

Quack.

Suddenly the middle-aged man's hand holding the pen was stiff, and he suddenly raised his head.

The elders of the various factions who have been reported to have stopped to turn around and look at Jun Chang with an incredible smile.

"Iron bones?"

"Isn't it the Nine Classes in Qingyang Village?"

"The martial arts contest is held every two years, and all the contestants are above eight streams. What kind of excitement does he send?"