On the sixth day after the Spirit Spring Mountain battle, all the Iron Bone disciples, except for Liu Wanshi, had broken through to the twelfth stage of the Channel Opening Realm.
"Sect Master."
Li Qingyang reported, "In the past few days, more disciples have broken through to the Martial Disciple realm. The number of disciples has reached nineteen."
Nineteen Martial Disciples and seventy-nine twelfth stage of the Channel Opening Realm. Very strong!
Unfortunately, there was a limit to the number of disciples in the sect. Even if all of them became strong, they would not be able to reach the seventh-rate.
Jun Changxiao muttered, "It's time to open the sect and accept disciples."
Once the sect became official, the number of disciples had to increase. Therefore, he went to Qingyang City on the same day and went to the City Lord's Mansion.
"Thank you, City Lord."
As soon as he entered the hall, Jun Changxiao went back to the main topic, "I want to recruit disciples. Can I borrow the signboard?"
"No problem." Xie Guangkun said straightforwardly.
As a result, the Iron Bone Sect's recruitment advertisements appeared on every street bulletin board in every district of Qingyang City. Every recruitment notice was different.
East of the city, join the Iron Bone Clan and create a dream together.
South of the city, gather all the talents in the world and recruit talents. Iron Bone Clan, you are trustworthy.
North of the city, don't think that you are not a fine horse. In fact, you just lack a talent scout.
West of the city, if you want to fly, I will give you a pair of wings.
The recruitment announcements of the various sects in the Falling Star Continent were either literary or classical. Iron Bone's short and unique recruitment announcement immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Not only in Qingyang City.
Jun Changxiao relied on the Ai Clan's connections and also made recruitment announcements in Huyang City.
However!
After a few days, the number of martial artists who signed up was very few.
… …
"Caw caw — —"
Crows flew in the sky and cried out.
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting in front of the mountain gate, held his chin and collapsed, "We have done a lot of big things in this period of time. Why hasn't anyone signed up?"
Li Qingyang said, "Sect Master, our sect has a battle agreement with the Sacred Spring Sect and the Grand Spirit Sect. We are at the heart of the storm. I am afraid that many people are afraid to sign up."
"That makes sense." Jun Changxiao said.
Actually, this wasn't a bad idea. At least they could get rid of some hooligans.
Those who dared to sign up were definitely not afraid of trouble. They really wanted to join Iron Bone.
"Ta."
At this moment, a young man in white walked up the stairs.
One of his hands was behind his back, while the other was gently fanning himself. A cool breeze blew away his scattered black hair, revealing a handsome face.
When Jun Changxiao and Li Qingyang looked over, their first thought was — how flirtatious!
"Shua!"
The young man in white closed his folding fan and walked to the front of the registration counter. He said in a gentle and elegant manner, "Sect Leader Jun, I have admired the Iron Bone Clan for a long time, so I came here to be your disciple."
The direction of the cupped hands was … Li Qingyang!
Jun Changxiao raised his hand and pushed the second disciple away. Then, he picked up the brush and wrote the words' I am the Sect Leader 'on a piece of paper. He then slapped the paper on his forehead.
Let me ask you, is it clear enough?!
"This …"
Seeing this, the young man in white said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Please don't take offense, Sect Leader Jun."
'Take offense?
How is that possible? I can hold a boat in my stomach! '
Jun Changxiao crossed his legs and waved the brush in his fingers. He said in a bad mood, "What's your name?"
"Long Ziyang," the young man in white said.
Jun Changxiao was stunned. He pulled the paper off his head and looked at the person carefully. He thought to himself, 'So polite, he should have received higher education. Also, his surname is Long, so his identity is definitely not simple!'
After a brief consideration, he took the entry form and asked, "Gender."
"Male."
"Age."
"Just over 16."
"Realm."
"Level Nine Meridian Opening."
Jun Changxiao did not ask about Spirit Roots, because as long as he was interested, low-grade and supreme-grade were meaningless.
"Pa."
He directly stamped it.
"Ding! Sect Member: 103500. "
"Ding! Sect Contribution Points: 302500. "
Jun Changxiao said, "Qingyang, take your Junior Brother to the sect. Arrange a room and give him the school uniform. Oh right, don't forget to give him the sect's mission and rules booklet."
"Yes."
Li Qingyang brought Long Ziyang into the sect.
Jun Changxiao continued to cultivate Yi Jin Jing while waiting.
Not long after, a muscular man came up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Excuse me, are you still recruiting?"
"Yes," Jun Changxiao said.
The man walked over and put his hands on the table. He said while panting, "I want to join the Iron Bone Sect."
Jun Changxiao held his chin and looked at him. He said, "Your body looks good, why are you so tired from climbing the mountain?"
"I … I …" The man held his breath. "I ran all the way here from Huyang City."
Jun Changxiao was shocked.
The Iron Bone Sect was hundreds of miles away from Huyang City. To be able to run all the way here in one breath, his body was very strong.
"Name."
"Yang Yuhua."
Such a muscular man, yet his name was quite elegant.
"Age."
"Fifteen years old."
Jun Changxiao raised his head and looked at the man's body and head. He then looked at the man's angular face and said in surprise, "You're only fifteen years old?"
Yang Yuhua scratched his head and said, "Others say that I look old."
"You're not old, you just look a little rushed."
Jun Changxiao said, "Stage."
Yang Yuhua said softly, "Third stage Meridian Opening."
He was so muscular and could run all the way to the Iron Bone Sect in one breath. He was only at the third stage Meridian Opening. It seemed that his body was developed, but his spirit root was weaker.
"Brother, can I join?" Yang Yuhua said weakly.
Jun Changxiao stamped the sect master's seal and pointed at the door. "Take the form and go in. Someone will arrange everything for you."
"Ding! Sect members: 104500. "
"Ding! Sect contribution points: 303500. "
Yang Yuhua took the form and walked into the sect. He did not forget to turn back and say gratefully, "Thank you, brother!"
"Kid."
Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "I'm holding the sect master's seal and you're calling me brother?"
Gah.
Yang Yuhua stopped in his tracks and turned his head. His expression changed and he quickly cupped his hands. "I'm sorry, brother … Sect Master! Sect Master! "
… …
More people came to sign up.
However, Jun Changxiao would first make a judgment based on his intuition and then decide whether to accept them or not.
In one day, more than ten people signed up. Including Long Ziyang and Yang Yuhua, only five disciples were recruited. The rest were all eliminated.
It was not that he did not want to accept them, but that some of them were too weird.
For example, the last person was a hunchbacked old man in his seventies or eighties!
"Sigh."
"Perhaps Li Qingyang was right."
"The sect is in the teeth of the storm. There are very few martial artists who dare to sign up."
Ten days later.
Iron Bone only recruited forty-six disciples.
Jun Changxiao handed the matter over to Li Qingyang. Then, he called Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and Li Fei to the study room. "In view of your good performance, each of you will be rewarded with a bottle of aptitude changing liquid."
"Aptitude changing liquid?"
Su Xiaomo asked with a puzzled expression, "Sect Master, what is this?"
"After consuming it, it will allow you to break through one grade from your original Spirit Roots." Jun Changxiao said.
He said it very casually, but the three of them opened their eyes wide and their mouths wide open. It should be more than enough to stuff two eggs.
Su Xiaomo's Spirit Root was of the common grade. His aptitude changing liquid was suitable for common grade. Tian Qi and Li Fei's were suitable for lower grade.
The three of them returned to their rooms as if they had found a treasure. They carefully drank the liquid. Not only did their Spirit Roots improve, their cultivation was also increased. They all broke through to the second grade Martial Disciple!
"Too magical!"
They were happy, but Sect Master Jun spent 150 contribution points. Now, he only had 185 points left.
The system said, "Using the contribution points on them is a bit of a waste."
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes and said proudly, "In the Spirit Spring Mountain, I am not afraid of the Sacred Spring Sect. I am willing to use contribution points to cultivate such unyielding and unyielding disciples. What can you do?"
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