Chapter 8: Contempt

In comparison with the weak sects, Jun Changxiao set himself the purpose of low-key development and not causing trouble.

After he came to Qingyang City, he didn't get in trouble, but he took the initiative to come to the door.

In particular, when he heard two Ba Liumen disciples making good comments, Jun Chang couldn't bear it, so he launched a cannon attack.

"Ay Ya I gi!"

The disciples of Wu Xiaozong suddenly felt unwilling, and said, "Dare to let me go away? Are you impatient?"

"brush!"

"brush!"

Several disciples of Hu Xiaozong who were resting rushed out of his door.

The man with the long sword door also came out.

不仅 These martial arts disciples not only have the strength of four or five paragraphs of Kaimai, they are also muscular.

掌 The head of our Junda is thin, and surrounded by their eyebrows, they look quite weak and vulnerable.

"what's the situation?"

"Tiger Xiaozong and Long Knife Door are about to fight?"

Various martial arts soldiers from the vicinity gathered around.

When I saw Jun Chang laughing, I realized that it wasn't martial arts fight, it was aimed at the same person.

"what?"

Someone wondered, "Isn't he just the guy at the gate of the city who claims to be the second head of the Ironbone faction?"

Nian Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong's disciples looked at each other and said, "Is this guy the head of the Ironbone School?"

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jun often laughed and roared loudly—I am the head of the team, do you have any questions?

something wrong.

Strength is too dishy, ​​people are too immature.

At most this is a little disciple.

The deacon, Long Knife Door, arched his hand and teased, "It turns out that Your Excellency is the second head of the Ironbone School, disrespectful."

Disciples of Wuhu Xiaozong grinned, "It's terrible to be offended by a leader who accidentally accidentally."

The tense atmosphere was weakened by the ridicule and irony of the two.

In fact, even if they gave them ten courage, they did not dare to do anything in Qingyang City. After all, the city owner had expressly stipulated that it was forbidden to fight in private.

Xun Jun often smiled calmly and said, "You surround me in front of my door, and you still don't want to recruit disciples?"

"Hahaha!"

Disciples of Wu Husong Zong laughed: "A martial art without Wang's head, and he wants to recruit disciples, it's a big joke!"

"Can't say that."

The deacon, Dean Longdaomen, smiled and said, "Maybe there are teenagers who can't open their eyes, they will join the Iron Bone Demon Pie."

Disciples of Wuhu Xiaozong looked at the crowd, and the mockery drawn from the corners of his mouth was even stronger. He said, "This year, lame teenagers are easy to find, and young people who do n’t open their eyes are hard to find!"

The two of them sang one and made a laugh and laughed at the crowd.

The prestige of the Iron-Bone School plummeted after the king's door accident. Whoever joins such a school is absolutely blind.

"Hey."

Xi Jun often sighed with a smile.

包围 Surrounded by many muscular men, he returned to his own face.

Lu Lu whispered: "Head, should I cut a ground slit and let you get in?"

Jun, who was always fine, laughed, and when he heard this, his eyelids went straight up.

Uh ...

Because of being in Qingyang City, the two eight-class sects did not dare to teach the leader of the iron skeleton, so after ridiculing and sarcastic, let the other party sandwich the door face between themselves.

The crowd who watched the crowd also dispersed, but returned to their respective faces and talked about the iron bones, with contempt and contempt in speech.

Xun Jun often laughed as if he hadn't heard it, lying on a chair and snoring.

"Head."

Lu Lu said: "Your mind is very broad."

Xun Jun often laughed: "In life, you should be broad-minded, think more, care more, and you will be tired if you live."

Lu Lu felt a sense, but ... she asked: "Dao:" Beginning of the 100 cases recruitment, how many percent can you recruit disciples? " "

Xun Jun often smiled confidently and said, "Ten percent sure."

"Cut."

Because the door was close, Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong heard it, snorting one by one.

铁 The iron bone school leader is not high, young, and kind of nonsense.

"Deacon Sun."

The disciples of Hu Xiaozong came out and yelled, "Idle and idle, why don't we stop?"

"Oh?"

Deacon Nagatomon laughed, "What bet?"

Disciples of Wuhu Xiaozong deliberately or unintentionally looked at the iron-faced sect, and said, "Let's bet, when the recruitment of the 100 cases begins, how many people will come to this junk sect to consult."

Garbana sect, definitely refers to the iron bone sect.

"It's interesting."

The deacon, Long Daomen laughed, "Maybe a gamble."

Disciples of Wu Huzong said loudly: "I bet on the day of recruitment, no one came to consult, one or two bets!"

Deacon Chang's devil laughed: "Anyway, it is also a member of the 100 cases. No matter how garbage, there should be blind teenagers to consult. I bet one person consulted on the day of recruitment, bet one or two!"

One or two bets are small.

The two didn't mean to bet, but they were mainly ironic.

no way.

Who asked Jun Changxiao to set up the door face between two eight-flow sects? It can be borrowed, but it must pay a price.

He may also be too busy, listening to the betting agreement between Changdaomen and Hu Xiaozong, the martial arts of various factions talked about one after another.

"As far as the Iron Bone faction is concerned, there must be no one on the day the recruitment starts."

"What's more, the city is spreading wildly. How can aspiring young girls join such a crap?"

"It's strange, how can a girl with a good-looking face always stand in the face of the Iron-Bone School, can she be a disciple?"

"No, such a bad school can recruit such a beautiful female disciple?"

The martial arts of the various factions chatted and talked, and then set their eyes on Lu Yan.

have to say.

Wherever beautiful women go, there is a beautiful landscape.

"芊芊."

Xun Jun often laughed and said, "Come, give this one a shoulder."

Lu Yanliu frown slightly.

Xi Jun often laughed and pressed his voice and said, "So many people look at me, give me a little face."

"..."

Lu 芊芊 came up, raised his hand gently, and 规律 嘭 嘭 嘭 regularly.

The control of this force is no different from that of the sandbag. Although the head of Jun is very painful and collapses, he shows a very enjoyable appearance in front of everyone.

"I go!"

"Really disciples!"

"What's the truth!"

I saw Lu Yan shrugging shoulders at Jun Chang, and the martial artists of various factions were not only surprised, but also deeply envious.

Uh ...

After three days.

Recruitment started.

Xi Jun often smiled, sitting on a chair with his shoulders, quietly waiting for young girls to enter the martial arts field.

Lu Lu said: "Head, do you need to rub your shoulders?"

"Don't do it!"

Xi Jun often laughed and hurriedly said, "I want to live for two more years!"

Because the recruitment started ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The various factions are busy preparing for it, and no one cares about and laughs at the iron bone faction.

等待 Waiting for these days, Jun Changxiao learned a lot of news from various factions, such as what villages and townships, and well-qualified teenagers came to participate in the recruitment.

Although young girls are free to choose the martial arts to join, the martial arts also need to verify the qualifications of the other party to determine whether they are qualified.

For example, the advanced eight-class martial arts, they have certain qualification requirements for recruiting disciples, the nine-class martial arts are more casual, as long as they have a little qualification to get started.

"The hotspot for the recruitment of the 100 schools this time is that the faction that all parties are vying for is Li Qingyang, the Li family of Qingyang City."

"It is said that at the age of fifteen years old, this son was proved to be a top quality spirit root. If he can take such a genius into the gate, there must be only advantages and no harm."

Xun Jun often laughed to himself and suddenly realized that the surroundings had calmed down. He instinctively looked up and saw two disciples in the Eighth Stream School staring at him.

"Hahaha!"

"Li Qingyang is a rare genius in Qingyang City for a century. Many martial arts are rushing for it. This guy is thinking of recruiting. There must be something wrong in my mind!"

"It's so good to be young, think of anything!"

Everyone laughed loudly.

Xun Jun often laughs silently, feeling unintentional to say a word, they will be amplified by them, is it right? If you pass through it, the attribute points are all added to the hatred value.

"Head."

Lu Lu whispered: "Stop daydreaming."

This resembles a knife, 捅 in the heart of Jun Chang's smile, he slumped on a chair, and whispered in secret: "Can this head be taken!"