The Holy Spring Sect disciples found it hard to accept that Mo Shang Fei had fainted, so they placed their hands on the hilt of their swords, as if they were planning to attack.
Lu Qianqian and Su Xiaomo were not afraid either. As long as you dare to attack, we will definitely dare to draw our swords!
At this moment, the iron bones of the Iron Bones Sect were vividly displayed!
Once in the Black Wind Stronghold, a disciple was greedy for life, and did not hesitate to betray the sect and join the bandits, which made Jun Changxiao very disappointed.
Now, facing the Holy Spring Sect, this disciple did not have the slightest fear, and even dared to roll up his sleeves and face off against a strong enemy, which made him feel even more gratified.
I don't expect my disciples to be so talented.
I also don't care if my disciples are noble or not.
I only hope that my disciples are sincere and see themselves as a member of the Iron Bones Sect, living and dying together, sharing riches and honor together.
"Sect Leader Jun."
The Third Elder of the Holy Spring Sect said disdainfully, "What does your disciple mean?"
Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "What your disciple means is what my disciple means. Don't pretend to be confused."
His disciples were all so hot-blooded. If he was scared, how could he be a sect leader, how could he be a main character!
Damn it!
Isn't it just a fight?
This daddy's Hard to Withdraw Blade has long been thirsty!
At that moment, Jun Changxiao wished he could take off his shirt, reveal the Azure Dragon on his left and the White Tiger on his right, and use the One Yang Finger and Lion's Roar on his chest, shouting, "Come here!"
No wonder he was so calm, he had the Hard to Withdraw Blade to rely on.
Qin Haoran and the other sect leaders laughed.
Daring to talk back to the Elder of the Holy Spring Sect like this, it would be difficult for you to leave the Spirit Spring Sect with your disciples.
At this moment, Xie Guangkun came out and advised, "Elder Si, Sect Leader Jun, it's just a spar between disciples, there's no need to be so hostile."
He was more inclined towards Jun Changxiao, hoping that he could get through this calamity.
"Thank you, City Lord."
Qin Haoran said indifferently, "Elder Si is one of the eight elders of the Holy Spring Sect, a mere sect leader of a ninth-rate sect, speaking in such a tone, isn't it too presumptuous?"
"Alliance Head Qin."
Jun Changxiao took out his sect level waist tag and said indifferently, "Please open your dog eyes and let me see clearly. My Iron Bone Sect is now an eighth-rate sect."
Qin Haoran was furious, "What did you say?!"
"You didn't hear clearly?"
Jun Changxiao raised his middle finger and raised his head: "I say, you, the Alliance Head of the Hundred Sect Alliance, are but a dog in front of the Sacred Spring Sect."
He wouldn't say anything if he just wanted to make a fool of himself. But if he wanted to fan the flames in a strange way, he had to go straight to the point without going through the proper procedure.
As the Sect Leader of a sixth-rate sect and the Alliance Head of the Hundred Sect Alliance, how could Qin Haoran tolerate such humiliation? The killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Tsk tsk."
The Sacred Spring Sect's fifth elder said, "An eighth-rate sect dares to humiliate Alliance Lord Qin in such an arrogant manner. It looks like they don't have any dignity in the Azure Sun County."
He also knew how to fan the flames, and he was even more adept at it.
"Crack!"
Qin Haoran clenched his fists and took a step forward.
However, just as he took a step forward, he heard a 'bang' from afar. A fist-sized hole appeared on the stone slab a few inches in front of his feet!
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! "
The three elders of the Sacred Spring Sect stood up and looked coldly in the direction where the light came from. They saw a person standing on the slope with a smoking long object in his hand.
Xie Guangkun and the leaders of the various sects also looked over, and their hearts were filled with shock.
The light was so fast that they almost missed it!
Was that … a hidden weapon?
The three elders of the Sacred Spring Sect looked at each other in dismay, their eyes showing a rare solemnity.
From the speed and power of the light, they could tell that if they didn't have spiritual energy to protect their bodies, they would be severely injured if they were hit!
"Everyone."
Jun Changxiao sat on a chair and crossed his legs. He interlocked his fingers and smiled: "The person above is a disciple of my sect. He's proficient in 36,000 types of hidden weapons. The hidden weapon he's holding is one of them. It's called the Divine Might Flamethrower."
Divine Might Flamethrower?
Everyone was at a loss. They had never heard of it.
Jun Changxiao continued: "Sect Leader Qin, that was just a warning. If you think my Iron Bone is easy to bully, I don't mind letting my disciple reward you with another one."
There were three Wuzong from the Sacred Spring Sect, and Qin Haoran was also a Wuzong.
Surrounded by strong opponents, he dared to let Xiao Ziji fire as a warning. What courage.
Xie Guangkun secretly said: "Sect Leader Jun is really amazing!"
Qin Haoran, who was warned, had an ugly expression. After a little consideration, he retracted his leg.
When the light exploded in front of him, the power it emitted scared him.
It was hard to tell if the Type-88 sniper rifle could kill a Wuzong, but one thing was certain. It was hard to catch it with a high firing rate.
It was easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.
Sect Leader Qin was also a little afraid that the disciple would fire another hidden weapon.
Moreover, there was no need for him to take the initiative in the matter between Iron Bone and the Sacred Spring Sect.
Of course.
It was hard to swallow the anger of being described as a dog!
Iron Bone and the Hundred Sect Alliance had just parted ways. Now, they had completely fallen out.
… …
Xiao Ziji's warning shot shocked Sect Leader Qin and the other sect leaders, as well as the Sacred Spring Sect disciples.
Even though they had the urge to draw their swords, they did not plan to attack. After all, there was an Iron Bone disciple who was proficient in more than thirty thousand hidden weapons!
"Hmph."
The Third Elder of the Sacred Spring Sect said indifferently: "Sect Leader Jun is so arrogant. I would like to see what you're capable of."
The purpose of this battle was to embarrass Iron Bone and let others know that even the disciples expelled by their sect could not be provoked.
But now?
The disciple they sent out was defeated by an Iron Bone disciple!
The plot was different from what they expected. It would be hard for them to just let it go. Therefore, they directly challenged Jun Changxiao with their status as Sect Leader.
Qin Haoran and the others sneered.
Wuzong level Sect Leader challenged this guy to a battle. If he accepted, he would definitely be beaten like a dog.
"Can I reject?" Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and asked.
He was not afraid of a battle. After all, there was a talisman that could increase one's strength. The key was that there was no mission. If he won, it would be a loss.
A sixth-rate sect leader said indifferently: "You're a sect leader. The one you challenged is an elder of a sect. If you reject, you will be ridiculed by the people of Jianghu."
"Oh."
Jun Changxiao replied.
'Damn you!
Hurry up and give me a side mission. Let me fight him fair and square! '
Unfortunately, there was no response …
The Third Elder said indifferently: "Sect Leader Jun, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
His eyes and tone were full of disdain.
'Does he think I don't dare to accept the challenge?' Jun Changxiao thought to himself: "What's his realm? How much strength does he have?"
The System said: "First Grade Wuzong. It's hard to accurately gauge his strength, but … it's at least two hundred thousand pounds."
Two hundred thousand pounds? More than that?
That's too high!
"My strength is around twenty-five thousand. Even with a five times boost from the talisman, it's still a far cry from his two hundred thousand."
The System poured cold water on him: "Not only is there a difference in strength between the host and him, there is also a difference in realm. If you accept the challenge, your chances of winning are zero."
The difference in strength between Martial Disciples was not big. It was not rare to beat someone above one's realm. But if a Martial Disciple were to fight a Wuzong, it would be suicide.
Damn it, this is a bit of a dilemma.
Do I have to waste the only talisman I have and use it?
"Hahaha!"
Just at that moment, a burst of laughter came from behind. Elder Ma and a few other disciples of the Cang Mountain Sect strode over and said, "Elder Si of the Grandmaster Realm wants to challenge our little friend Jun, who is only a Martial Disciple.
Sect Leader Si's face darkened: "Ma Yunteng!"
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