Chapter 62: Please remove "Xiao Family"

When Jun often laughed out of the martial arts, the surrounding martial arts whispered and whispered, with contempt in speech.

This is normal.

Every martial arts contest was attended by a martial arts martial arts class and above. A ninth martial arts martial arts team did not have the means to sign up, which was a bit strange.

"Hey."

Xi Jun often sighed with a smile.

He doesn't think that he is born with a mockery face, but that it is too cruel to respect martial arts in Xingyuan Continent.

In the ancient world, people were divided into three, six, and nine.

Puppet servants and slaves are often regarded as pariahs, and they will definitely be killed by identity when they enter and leave the venue.

Although the Iron Bone Sect is a martial art, it has only nine ranks, which is not much different from the pariahs in a world full of sects.

Wait.

I will make my martial arts the most dazzling existence of the starfall continent, and let all beings worship.

Xun Jun often laughs without paying attention to the worldly eyes, but he will work harder towards a stronger road.

The middle-aged man who wrote the book said lightly: "Although martial arts competitions are not limited in level, the applicants must be senior martial arts. What trouble do you have as a disciple?"

"Snapped."

Xun Jun often laughed and put the head of the head on the white paper on the table, and said, "The iron bones are in charge, Jun often laughs."

He behaved proudly.

Others can look down on themselves, they can't look down on themselves.

The middle-aged man glanced at the imprint on the paper and said indifferently, "It turned out to be the king's head, disrespectful."

"He's the Ironbone faction who directed the Cangshan faction in Qingyang City?"

"I didn't expect to be so young."

听说 "I heard that his cultivation was not in the fourth or fifth paragraph of Kaimai. He cut off one arm of Lingquan Zong of the 12th Kaimai in the grudge platform!"

"I heard that too, it always feels like a rumor."

"One Kaimai four or five segments, how can it be hard to create Kaimai twelve segments."

Li Baicheng's warriors have also heard of the events that occurred during the recruiting of Bai Baizong, but they have not witnessed them, so they are only treated as rumors.

Xun Jun often laughed without paying attention to the crowd, but said: "Since there is no rule that Jiu Liu Martial Arts is not allowed to participate, what are you going to do, hurry up and fill out the form, are you here to drink tea as an uncle?

The middle-aged man's face was pulled down immediately when he wrote the pen, but his duty was still there, or he was forced to anger: "How many disciples are participating?"

"Five people."

"Name, age."

"Lu Yan was sixteen years old, Li Qingyang was seventeen years old, Su Xiaomo was sixteen years old, Tian was seventy-eight years old, and Xiao Gui was seventeen years old."

He wrote the middle-aged man with a stunned look, saying, "Who is the last one?"

"Xiao sins himself," Jun Chang laughed repeatedly.

"Xiao sins himself?"

A martial artist standing in the distance, laughed, "Will not be the waste expelled by the Xiao family?"

"brush!"

Xi Jun often turned his head with a smile, and looked coldly, "You try again?"

The squinting eyes were very cold. The warrior looked at him, and immediately took a smile and stepped back, the hairs on his back were erected!

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Is Xiao Xiao once a Xiao sinner?"

"Please remove the" Xiao Family ", the disciples in this seat are not rare at all." Jun Chang laughed.

The former genius brought countless honors to the family, but was expelled at the age of twelve because of the cultivation retrogression. In such a family, it is not worth it for Jun Changxiao to sin for Xiao, and he can only use two words. Describe-I am.

Middle-aged people understand, fill in the names of several people, and throw away five bamboo cards, saying: "On the day of the competition, be sure to let the disciples bring their identity cards to the venue, otherwise they will be deemed to abstain."

Xun Jun often smiled to take away the bamboo card and turned away.

However, stopping in front of the martial artist just now, said eeriely: "Don't dare to say that this disciple is a waste, next time I will let you ..."

"Ah!"

货 This item suddenly made a strange noise, directly frightening the other person to sit down.

"Cut."

Xun Jun often laughed disdainfully: "It's all intimidated, so sorry to say that others are waste."

"Damn!"

The warrior was embarrassed, but he didn't have the courage to rush forward. Once the fight was banned in the city, the boy's eyes were a little scary.

Xi Jun often left with a smile.

But it didn't take long before the martial arts activists talked in the registration venue.

"The Xiao sinner that the guy said must be the Xiao family Xiao sinner. It seems that the waste has joined the iron skeleton after being expelled."

"If the talent and Xiuwei are still alive, let alone the fourth or fifth class, even the second and third class gates will be rushing for it, but unfortunately they can only wait and die in the nine class school."

"I don't know what the Xiao family heard about the deported family, and they joined a lower sect than the clan, what would they think?"

Uh ...

Liyang City, the Xiao family, is also considered a centuries-old family. When it comes to comprehensive strength and industry, it is much stronger than the Li family in Qingyang City.

On this day, the elder Xiao family rushed into the hall.

Xiao Xiao, the head of the family who sat on top, put down the tea cup and smiled, "Elder, what's wrong?"

Elder Wu said angrily: "I just heard the news from the outside. The waste that was expelled joined the Ironbone faction and signed up for martial arts."

"Oh?"

Xiao Xiao's owner was quite surprised.

The elder was so angry that he quickly patted the table and said, "My Xiao family has been standing in Liyang City for more than two hundred years. When it comes to the background, it is not inferior to the Eighth Class, and if the waste is added to the Ninth class, it is not intentionally thrown away. Is my Xiao family face? "

The Xiao family owner took a sip of tea and said, "Even if you have been deported, even if you become a beggar, you have nothing to do with my Xiao family, so you don't need to consider so much."

"That's what it says."

"But some ill-intentioned families in the city deliberately spread the news, and they want the whole city to watch our Xiao family joke!"

"I have long suggested that the owner ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ give that waste poison a glass of wine, let him go underground to reunite with his parents, but the owner just expelled it!"

From the words of the elder, it is not difficult to see that the anger was vented on Xiao Sin.

The Xiao family owner put down the tea cup, turned his fingers and smiled, "It is not easy to kill a waste. In my opinion, the elders do not need to be angry."

Uh ...

Xiao family courtyard.

"You heard that, Xiao Xinji's waste has joined the Ironbone faction, and has also signed up for martial arts competition. He will come to Liyang City in a few days."

"No, do n’t you have no roots, and do n’t you dare to come to Liyang City?"

"The martial arts where a few cousins ​​are also participating, will they meet the waste?"

"It seems that there are a lot of disciples in this contest. My cousins ​​want to meet the waste, I think it is a bit difficult."

"Anyway, be sure to check it out on the day of the competition. I haven't seen the waste for a few years, and I really miss it a little bit."

"Hahaha, do you want to bully him again?"

The younger generation of disciples of the Xiao family gathered together to discuss Xiao's guilt, and his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

As everyone knows, the waste they are talking about is in the training room of the Iron Bone School at the moment, undergoing the cruelest muscle training.

Insufficient qualifications? Work hard together!

"Become Stronger, Become Stronger!"

Late at night, Xiao Guiji was running Yi Jin Jing while bombarding the strength testing machine, sweat beads on his forehead and the blood on his fist dripped down.

Xi Jun often lay on the roof of the hall with a smile, and heard a slight fist coming from the training room, and whispered, "Exhaust the humiliation and torture you once suffered on the day of martial arts."