A few days later.
Li Qingyang set off first.
His mission was to become the champion of the Huayang County Martial Arts Competition.
Li Qingyang had a steady and kind personality.
Jun Changxiao asked him to participate in the dangerous competition because he wanted to hone his skills.
After joining the sect, Li Qingyang had changed a lot. Especially when dealing with enemies, he had shown the necessary decisiveness.
However, he was not sharp enough.
For example, when he fought with the leader of the Black Eagle Hall, he could have killed him directly because he was kind enough to let the enemy escape.
Kindness was a virtue.
Being kind was also a virtue.
Jun Changxiao didn't want his disciples to be cold-blooded and heartless. He also didn't want them to be kind to their enemies.
Because that wasn't a kind kind Virgin Mary, but a brainless Virgin Mary.
After Li Qingyang set off.
The five gold medal members followed him in the dark to protect him at all times.
The next day, Xiao Ziji, Su Xiaomo and the others set off early because the Martial Arts Competition was far away. They were also followed by the members of the Drizzle Hall.
Jun Changxiao focused on teaching the disciples. At the same time, he rewarded Ye Xingchen with 10 15x Qi Gathering Pills and 10 spiritual stones.
100 pills became 10 pills. This was a bit stingy.
However, the 15x Qi Gathering Pills made Ye Xingchen very satisfied.
"The three-month Martial Arts Competition is coming soon."
Jun Changxiao murmured, "The champion can add a few spiritual stones as a reward."
After this decision was passed down, the disciples immediately became more enthusiastic in their cultivation.
…
Li Qingyang and the others went to participate in various competitions. Jun Changxiao was cultivating, teaching the disciples, and training in the Training Tower.
The 15x Qi Gathering Pills and spiritual stones were always provided.
A few days later.
Relying on the resources and the powerful Yi Jin Jing, Sect Leader Jun reached the sixth grade from the fifth grade.
Currently, he was equal to Li Luoqiu who had just reached the sixth grade. He was now the strongest in the sect.
"Bang!"
His fist landed on the testing machine, and the strength displayed on the screen was 9,000.
A Rank Five Martial Master's strength was around 90,000. Now that he had broken through to Rank Six, his strength had increased by 7,000 pounds, which was 1,000 pounds more than the upper limit.
"Ai."
Jun Changxiao was not satisfied. "When can I reach the level where I can directly use the Green Dragon Crescent Blade without using the Force Increasing Talisman?"
The System said, "Based on the increase in power brought by the host's realm, only by breaking through to Wuzong can the host meet the requirements."
"Can't he be a Martial Master?" Jun Changxiao asked.
The System said, "The minimum requirement for the Green Dragon Crescent Blade is 150,000 Jin. Since the host is a peak Martial Master, his strength is only around 130,000 Jin. It is definitely not possible."
"Only 130 thousand?"
Jun Changxiao shook his head.
The system was speechless. "The top geniuses of the Falling Star Continent only have a Strength of around 100,000 at the Martial Master level. The host's Strength is twenty to thirty thousand higher than theirs. What's there to be dissatisfied about?"
"Damn it!"
Jun Changxiao said, "You've finally said something I like to hear!"
The System, "…"
…
Three days later.
Li Qingyang returned.
When he left, he was clean, and when he returned, he was clean as well.
"Second Senior Brother!"
The disciples who were cultivating surrounded him and asked, "How was it?"
"Not bad."
Li Qingyang smiled and said, "I won the championship."
"Second Senior Brother is mighty!"
The disciples cheered again.
The pride of being a disciple of the Iron Bone Sect grew even stronger!
"Sect Master."
Li Qingyang walked into the main hall and handed over 50 Spirit Stones and a mid-tier weapon. He said, "This is the reward for the champion of the Huaying County Martial Arts Competition."
"Yes."
Jun Changxiao took the 40 Spirit Stones and said, "Was it difficult?"
"No."
Li Qingyang was disappointed. "The Huaying County Martial Arts Competition has an age restriction. No one above 20 can participate. The strongest participant is only a seventh rank Martial Disciple."
"That's really weak."
Jun Changxiao said, "Did you kill anyone?"
"The Martial Arts Competition doesn't care about life and death. I met many evil sect martial artists who attacked me viciously. In the end, I killed them all." Li Qingyang said.
Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad."
"Sect Master."
Li Qingyang said, "I'm worried that I'll offend a few evil sects and cause trouble for my Iron Bone Sect."
Jun Changxiao touched his nose and said, "If they dare to come, they won't be able to go back."
"Sect Master!"
At this time, Zhang Wei hurriedly ran in from outside and said, "There's a guy who calls himself an elder of the Ghost Hand Sect. He's making a ruckus outside!"
Li Qingyang said seriously, "Sect Master, the Ghost Hand Sect is a seventh rank evil sect in Huaying County. The participants that I killed were from this sect."
"Tsk tsk."
Jun Changxiao said, "Trouble came quite quickly."
After saying that, he got up and walked out.
…
Outside the sect.
The elder of the Ghost Hand Sect stood proudly with his hands behind his back. His eyes flashed with a sinister light. One look and you could tell that he was a typical evil sect member.
He was very angry now.
Because the disciples that participated in the martial arts competition were killed by the Iron Bone Sect's Li Qingyang.
What made him even angrier was that he had waited outside the city for half a day, but that guy still hadn't appeared.
After killing an evil sect disciple, Li Qingyang definitely knew that he would get into trouble, so he disguised himself when he came out.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have returned safely.
"Creak."
The closed red door opened.
Jun Changxiao walked out and smiled, "You are?"
"Hmph."
Gui Jianchou said coldly, "Huaying County's Ghost Hand Sect's fourth elder, Song Si."
Seeking death?
This name was similar to Ai Shuo's!
"Brat."
Song Ci said indifferently, "Looking at how you're dressed, could it be that you're the leader of the Iron Bone Sect?"
"That's right."
Sect Master Jun smiled, "Elder Song, why do you have time to visit my Iron Bone Sect from so far away?"
"Visit my ass!"
Song Si said in a low voice, "Call out your sect's Li Qingyang, this old man wants to take his life."
As expected of someone from an evil sect, direct and straightforward.
Jun Changxiao said, "Elder Song is still a high ranking member of the sect, coming to my Iron Bone Sect to take my disciple's life is a bit inappropriate."
Song Si sneered, "Daring to kill my Ghost Hand Sect's disciple, no matter who he is, this old man must kill him personally."
"How about this."
Jun Changxiao said, "This seat and Elder Song will exchange blows."
He had just broken through to a sixth grade Martial Master, his hands were itchy!
"Jiejiejie."
Song Si laughed strangely, "Sect Master Jun, this old man will only take people's lives, there is no such thing as exchanging blows."
"Alright then."
Jun Changxiao said, "This seat will let Elder Song take my life."
"Killing my sect's disciple, having the Sect Master pay with his life is not bad." Song Si said indifferently, "Here or at your sect's martial arts field?"
"Here will do."
Jun Changxiao said, "This seat is afraid that blood will stain the stone floor."
"Jiejiejie."
Song Si laughed strangely, "Sect Master Jun is a particular person."
"Shua!"
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao used the Ghost Shadow Steps and appeared in front of him, saying eerily, "Elder Song, don't misunderstand, this seat is afraid that your blood will stain the stone floor!"
Song Si's smile froze, his eyes filled with shock.
This guy's speed is so fast, so fast that I can't even see how he got close!
"Shua!"
At this time, Jun Changxiao swung his fist.
With the support of the Rupturing Fist, the strength carried easily broke through 100,000 jin!
Not good …
Boom!
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