The auras of the three martial artists sitting in the ruins of the main hall were thick, giving off a very strong feeling. Even the air became oppressive.
They were the Third Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder of the Holy Spring Sect. Their cultivation was at the Wuzong level.
In this battle, they had sent out three Martial Ancestor Elders. It seemed that they wanted to tell the world that the Spirit Spring Sect, which was related to the Sacred Spring Sect, could not be destroyed so easily.
On the right side of the three stood a group of martial artists in blue robes. They were the disciples of the Holy Spring Sect.
On the left side, there were many martial artists, including the Lord of Green Sun City, Xie Guangkun, the Alliance Master of the Hundred Sect Alliance, Qin Haoran, and the sixth rate sect master of Green Sun County.
What a great lineup!
No wonder the Patriarch of the Tiger's Howl Sect had to stand outside.
Xie Guangkun secretly said, "Sect Master Jun, the Holy Spring Sect sent three elders this time. It looks like a battle, but in reality, they are pressuring you. I really can't help you."
A fifth-rate sect was a colossus.
Although he was the Lord of Green Sun City, he was powerless.
Qin Haoran and the sect master of the sixth rate sect looked at Jun Changxiao with a mocking gaze.
Little brat, facing this lineup, can you still be as arrogant as the Star Moon Pavilion?
Jun Changxiao stopped outside the martial arts field with his disciples. The stone slabs in front of him were burnt black. Wasn't it because he set fire to the Spirit Spring Sect?
The Third Elder, who was sitting in the middle seat, slowly raised his head and said, "You are the leader of the Iron Bone Sect?"
His eyes were sharp, and his voice was loud like a bell!
Waves of spirit aura filled the air!
Jun Changxiao straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, and calmly said, "Yes."
The disciples standing behind him, except for Lu Qianqian, also held their heads high. There was not the slightest trace of fear on their faces.
What was the Iron Bone Sect's first motto?
To be a man of iron bone, to do things of iron bone!
Although there were three Wuzong level experts in front of them, and the aura that filled the air made them feel extremely oppressed, their iron bones would not be bent because of this!
Xie Guangkun was secretly impressed. "The Iron Bones Clan, they have iron bones!"
Even Jun Changxiao himself, facing the three Wuzong masters, finally understood why the first Sect Leader named the sect the Iron Bone Sect.
At that moment, the great soul of Sect Leader Wang, who had failed to break out of prison after visiting a brothel, seemed to have appeared in the sky. He opened his wide arms and poured out the Iron Bones BUFF, allowing them to face a strong enemy without panicking!
"Hmph."
Alliance Master Qin sneered and said to himself, "Pretending to be calm."
He thought differently from Xie Guangkun. He thought that Jun Changxiao and the Iron Bone disciples were only pretending to be strong. They must be very scared and nervous.
Pretending?
It didn't exist.
If the situation permitted, Sect Leader Jun would play mahjong with his disciples.
The Third Elder of the Holy Spring Sect clasped his fingers together, and a looming spiritual power appeared. He said in a deep voice, "The Holy Spring Sect was also destroyed by you?"
Spiritual might rippled!
If it was an ordinary person, feeling the heavy aura, they would definitely be paralyzed on the ground!
Jun Changxiao said disapprovingly, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and call Verdure Glider out to fight with my disciples."
You think you're awesome just because you have a strong aura?
If you have the ability, come and kill me!
The Third Elder wouldn't kill him because this was an open battle. If he ignored his status and killed him, he would be ridiculed by other sects.
Jun Changxiao had calculated this point, which was why he was able to meet his gaze without fear.
No matter how awesome you are, your aura and eyes can't kill people.
The System said, "If it's a Martial Emperor, looking back and smiling can make the host collapse into nothingness."
"…"
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
A Martial Emperor looking back and smiling shyly at him like a woman, that scene is definitely a new material for Ghost Beast.
Don't talk nonsense?
Xie Guangkun covered his face and collapsed. "This kid dares to say anything."
Alliance Master Qin and the other sect leaders smiled even more.
Yes, yes, this is the arrogance, don't be afraid, keep it up!
"Tsk tsk."
The Fifth Elder on the right grinned. "A ninth-rate sect leader is quite arrogant, no wonder he dared to kill an outer disciple of the Holy Spring Sect."
The words' outer disciple 'made Xie Guangkun understand that the Holy Spring Sect's trip was to tell the world, not for the destruction of the Holy Spring Sect, but for the death of their disciples.
The other sects have nothing to say about how to deal with the Iron Bone.
Jun Changxiao was quite surprised. "The outer disciple you said is the Patriarch and Elder of the Holy Spring Sect?"
"Yes." The Fifth Elder said.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Jun Changxiao said. "I heard that the Holy Spring Sect is a famous righteous sect. I thought that Wei Yixi, who colluded with the bandits and assassins, was just a temporary worker. I didn't expect him to be a disciple of your sect."
The Third Elder's face darkened.
"Of course."
Jun Changxiao said again. "If the Holy Spring Sect thinks that Jun is slandering people, I can take out the letter of Wei Yixi colluding with the bandit Zhou Tianba as evidence."
The three were silent.
The Fourth Elder, who had not spoken from beginning to end, said lightly, "Wei Yixi and his brothers were just former outer disciples. They were expelled many years ago. Their collusion with the bandits is their own business, it has nothing to do with the Holy Spring Sect."
A fifth-rate sect also wants face.
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands. "You discovered the bad behavior of the four outer disciples early on and expelled them. The Holy Spring Sect is indeed a famous righteous sect. Jun admires you, admires you!"
"… …"
The corners of everyone's mouth twitched.
Xie Guangkun secretly said, "This kid's mouth is really powerful, no wonder Situ Wang vomited blood on the spot."
Now that Wei Yixi had been labeled as' expelled ', the Sacred Spring Sect naturally could not use the fact that their outer court disciple was killed to look for trouble.
"Sect Leader Jun."
The Third Elder said lightly, "It's clearly written in the letter of challenge that the inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei, challenged you, not an Iron Bone disciple."
Jun Changxiao shrugged. "I'm the leader of a sect. It's not honorable to win against a disciple of your sect, so it's the fairest for disciples to fight each other."
Qin Haoran looked at him with disdain.
As if you can really win against an inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect.
The three elders of the Holy Spring Sect looked at each other and quickly reached a tacit agreement.
The Third Elder said, "If that's the case, then let my sect's disciples experience the skills of the Iron Bone Faction's disciples."
"Shangfei."
He waved and said, "Let's fight."
"Yes!"
The disciple named Mo Shangfei walked out.
This person was tall and strong, his exposed muscles were very solid. At first glance, one could tell that his strength was extraordinary.
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, "What's his cultivation?"
The System said, "An eighth-grade martial disciple, about seventeen thousand pounds of pure physical strength."
"So high?"
Jun Changxiao frowned.
The previous leader of the Long Blade School, a ninth-grade martial disciple, only had a strength of fourteen thousand pounds. The Holy Spring Sect's disciple was one grade lower, but his strength was three thousand pounds higher.
"Qingyang."
He said in a low voice, "The opponent is not weak, be careful."
"Mm."
Li Qingyang walked to the center of the training field, a few meters away from Mo Shangfei. He cupped his hands and said, "Li Qingyang of the Iron Bone School."
The Sacred Spring Sect's Fifth Elder picked his ears and said indifferently, "Sect Head Jun, the disciple my sect sent out is an eighth grade Martial Disciple. You sent out a fourth grade Martial Disciple. Aren't you deliberately sending yourself to be abused?"
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