Deacon Zhao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, he no longer had the arrogance and coldness from before.
If news of him making an agreement with the Hundred Sect Alliance and receiving benefits were to spread to the headquarters, losing his deacon position would be a small matter, but being held accountable would be a big matter!
Deacon Zhao quickly realized that the arrival of the Grey Mountain Sect Elder had something to do with Jun Changxiao, so he hurriedly smiled: "Sect Leader Jun, this Zhao will now certify you and Iron Bone."
"No, no, no."
Jun Changxiao said: "My Iron Bone is only a low grade sect, we don't have the Hundred Sect Alliance's certification, how can we be qualified to certify a sect?"
Deacon Zhao's face turned ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Elder Ma coldly said: "As the person in charge of the sect certification center, shouldn't you abide by the rules of fairness? You need the Hundred Sect Alliance to provide a certification, this is too absurd!"
The last five words were sonorous and forceful, shaking Deacon Zhao's heart to the point that his legs started to spin.
This was an Elder of the Five Flowing Grey Mountain Sect, not to mention the headquarters, even if it was a branch, he would definitely end up in a miserable state.
Seeing this fellow's pale face, Jun Changxiao thought to himself: "If I don't step on you like a dog, how can I face my angry disciples?"
"Pa!"
Suddenly, Deacon Zhao raised his hand and really slapped his own face, smiling flatteringly: "Sect Leader Jun, my head was squashed by the door just now, please be magnanimous and don't lower yourself to my level."
This works too?
Li Qingyang and the rest's mouths twitched.
If he was still as arrogant as before, perhaps they would respect him a little, but now that he had turned into a dog wagging its tail, it was disgusting to look at him.
"Deacon Zhao, you're too gentle." Jun Changxiao lightly said.
"Pa!"
Deacon Zhao slapped his own face again, this time with a lot of strength, a bright red palm print appeared on the right side of his face.
He endured the burning pain and forced himself to smile. "Sect Master Jun, are you satisfied now?"
"Not satisfied." Jun Changxiao replied.
"Pa! Pa! "
Deacon Zhao was also a ruthless person, he slapped both sides of his face, and because he used too much strength, his nose started to bleed.
"Sect … Sect Leader Jun."
His face was slightly sinister as he smiled and said, "Are … are you satisfied?"
Since the other party was fighting with such sincerity, Jun Chang Xiao didn't want to go against him. So, he said indifferently, "Let's go through the procedure and get certified."
"Please, please."
Deacon Zhao endured the pain, bringing him and the rest of the Iron Bone disciples disciples to the back of the sect in the middle of the courtyard in the middle of the Sect Alliance.
"Sect Master Jun, these are the Cultivation Testing Stones. Please verify them one by one. If you meet the requirements, your sect can be upgraded."
"What requirements?"
"Five disciples have reached a strength value of more than 2300 jin."
"Oh.
Jun Changxiao understood.
This so-called Cultivation Testing Stone was actually the same as the Strength Testing Machine sold in the store.
"Li Fei, go and take the test."
"Sect"
Li Fei was the first to walk over. He scratched his head and asked, "Sect Leader, should we use our fists or our feet?"
Deacon Deacon Deacon Dedededeacon...... Deacon Deacon Dedeacon..
"Understood."
Li Fei raised his foot and suddenly kicked over. This action was similar to playing a happy football.
"Boom —"
He kicked the testing stone.
Elder Ma, who had followed along, inwardly commented, "His chassis is solid and he didn't use any spiritual power. He should have trained hard. The strength of this kick must have reached the required level …"
Caw.
Suddenly, he stopped thinking and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. This was because a number was gradually appearing on the testing stone. The content was – 3000 jins.
"This …" Deacon Zhao was also dumbfounded.
As the person in charge of the Sect Certification Hall in Qingyang City, he had seen many disciples test their strength, but this was the first time he had seen someone who could kick a force of three thousand jin with just his physical body!
"Ai."
Li Fei shook his head. "I'm not used to it."
"Little Mo."
"Yes!"
Su Xiaomo walked up and gave a kick as well, exerting a force of 3,500 kilograms. Then, he shrugged and said helplessly, "As expected, I'm not used to it."
The corners of Elder Ma and Deacon Zhao's mouths twitched.
The two disciples each gave a kick. The purest physical strength was comparable to a second grade Martial Disciple. This was simply inconceivable!
Next up was Lu Qianqian. She gently hit the testing stone with her jade-like palm, displaying a force of two thousand jins.
It was obvious that she didn't use her full strength!
Li Qingyang walked up and poured spiritual power into his fist. He suddenly punched the testing stone, and the strength displayed was – 5000 jins.
"Boom!"
Tian Qi also punched the testing stone. He didn't use any spiritual power, and the force of his punch was 3200 jins.
Elder Ma and Deacon Zhao's eyes opened wider and wider.
These Iron Bone disciples were only first grade Martial Disciples, but each of them could exert a force of more than 3000 jins. This was simply terrifying!
"Deacon Zhao."
Jun Changxiao said, "Our five disciples all meet the requirements. Can we be certified as an eighth-rate sect?"
Deacon Zhao came back to his senses and hurriedly said politely, "According to the certification rules, your sect still needs five disciples who have reached the twelfth stage of the Channel Opening Realm."
"Oh."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand. Zhang Wei and the other three disciples who had broken through to the Martial Disciple realm were tested in order. The result was that without exception, all of them had a strength of more than 3000 jins.
Other than Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, the other Iron Bone disciples were all middle-grade Spiritual Roots. Naturally, it was also because of their training and the Body Shaping Pill that they were able to produce a strength value that was close to the standard.
"… …"
Elder Ma and Deacon Zhao felt a little dizzy.
A few disciples who could produce a strength value of a second grade Martial Disciple could be explained by innate divine power. So many disciples produced a strength value of 3000 jins. Could it be that they all had innate divine power?
It wasn't innate, but acquired.
"Sect Leader Jun." Elder Ma looked at Xiao Ziji and said, "Is your disciple not going to be tested?"
Jun Changxiao said, "Zui Ji, go up and punch for Elder Ma to see."
"Yes."
Xiao Ziji handed the sniper rifle wrapped in cloth to Su Xiaomu. He stepped in front of the testing stone, took a deep breath, and punched it.
His strength value was – 4600 jins.
Elder Ma's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. His eyes were filled with shock.
This kid's body didn't emit any spiritual energy. He was able to produce a strength value of 5000 jins with pure physical strength. This was absolutely terrifying!
Zui Ji?
Deacon Zhao thought of something and said in surprise, "Could it be that he's Xiao Ziji, the Xiao Family's direct descendant who won the martial arts competition?"
Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "Please remove the 'Xiao Family's direct descendant' and change it to Iron Bone disciples. Thank you."
"Understood, understood!" Deacon Zhao hurriedly said.
Elder Ma exclaimed, "So he's the champion of the martial arts competition that just ended. No wonder he's so strong."
He had also heard about the Iron Bone disciples monopolizing the top four spots in the martial arts competition in Cang Mountain Sect. He had even discussed it with the Sect Leader and the higher-ups.
"Sect Leader Jun."
Elder Ma cupped his hands and said, "These people have all become dragons among men under your guidance!"
This was the truth and not flattery.
After all, a group of disciples with average aptitudes could be trained to such a level by the Iron Bone Sect Leader. Even Cang Mountain Sect would find it difficult to do so.
Not only Cang Mountain Sect, but even if it was a higher level sect, it would be impossible to train a group of people with average aptitudes to become First Grade Martial Disciples and have a higher level of combat strength.
Of course.
The higher level sects wouldn't accept them because it was a complete waste of time and resources.
Jun Changxiao thought differently. He wanted to train these disciples who were regarded as' trash 'and' trash 'in the eyes of the higher level sects, because it was very challenging!
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