Chapter 62 Please Remove the 'Xiao Family's Direct Line'

When Jun Changxiao said about going out, the surrounding warriors looked sideways and whispered, and their words were full of contempt.

This is normal.

In each martial arts competition, the participants are all sects above the eighth level. It is a bit unbelievable for a nine-level sect to sign up beyond its own capabilities.

"Hey."

Jun Chang smiled and sighed.

He didn't think that he was born with a mocking face, but that Starfall Continent believed in taking martial arts as too cruel.

In the ancient times of the world, people were divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Servants and slaves are often regarded as untouchables, and they will definitely be sprayed to death when they enter and exit large occasions.

Although the Iron Bone School is a sect, it has only nine ranks, and it is not much different from the pariahs in the world where there are many sects.

just wait.

I will make my sect become the most dazzling existence in the Starfall Continent, and let all beings come to worship.

Jun Changxiao doesn't care about worldly vision, but will work hard to move towards a stronger path.

The middle-aged man who wrote the pen said lightly: "Although there is no limit to the level of martial arts competition, the applicants must be high-level martial arts. Why are you a disciple making trouble?"

"Snapped."

Jun Changxiao pressed the head seal on the white paper on the table and said, "The head of the iron-boned clan, Jun Changxiao."

He acted proudly.

Others can look down on me, but I can't look down on myself.

The middle-aged man glanced at the mark on the paper, and said indifferently, "It turns out that it is the head of the sect, I'm disrespectful."

"Is he the head of the Iron Bone Sect who directed the elders of the Cangshan Sect in Qingyang City?"

"I didn't expect to be so young."

"I heard that his cultivation is only at the fourth or fifth stage of opening the pulse, and he cut off the arm of the elder of the Lingquan Sect, who was at the 12th stage of opening the pulse at the platform of grievances!"

"I've heard it too, and it always feels like a rumor."

"How can it be possible to severely damage the 12th stage of a Kaimai with four or five stages of Kaimai?"

Liyang City warriors have also heard about what happened in the recruitment of Hundred Sects, but have not witnessed it with their own eyes, so they are only regarded as rumors.

Jun Changxiao ignored the crowd, but said: "Since there is no rule that the nine-liu sect cannot participate in the competition, why are you in a daze? Hurry up and ask, hurry up and fill out the form. Are you here to be an uncle and drink tea?"

The face of the middle-aged man in charge of the writing was suddenly pulled down, but he was still responsible for his anger and said, "How many disciples are participating in the competition?"

"Five people."

"Name, age."

"Lu Qianqian is sixteen, Li Qingyang is seventeen, Su Xiaomo is sixteen, Tian is seventy-eight, and Xiao Xunji is seventeen."

The middle-aged man who wrote the pen looked stunned and said, "Who is the last one?"

"Xiao is guilty of himself." Jun Changxiao repeated.

"Xiao Guigui?"

A warrior standing in the distance said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be the waste that was expelled by the Xiao family?"

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao turned his head and said coldly, "Do you try again?"

The eyes were very cold, and the warrior looked at him, and immediately stopped his smile and took a few steps back, the hairs on his back stood up!

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "The former Xiao family's direct descendant is Xiao guilty?"

"Please remove the 'Xiao family's direct line', this disciple is not rare at all." Jun Chang smiled.

The former genius brought countless honors to the family, but he was expelled at the age of twelve because of his backward cultivation. For such a family, Jun Changxiao is not worthy of committing crimes for Xiao, and only two words can be used. Describing - bah.

The middle-aged man understood, filled in the names of several people, threw five bamboo cards, and said, "On the day of the competition, be sure to let the disciples come to the venue with their identity badges, otherwise it will be regarded as a waiver."

Jun Changxiao took away the bamboo card and turned to leave.

However, when he stopped in front of the martial artist just now, he said gloomily: "If you dare to say that this disciple is a waste, next time I will let you..."

"Ah hoo!"

This guy suddenly gave a strange cry, which directly scared the other party to sit down.

"cut."

Jun Chang smiled disdainfully and said, "This is all intimidated, how dare you say that others are trash."

"hateful!"

The martial artist was embarrassed and angry, but he didn't have the guts to rush up. First, fighting was forbidden in the city. Second, this kid's eyes were a bit scary.

Jun Changxiao left.

But not long after they left, the warriors in the registration hall started to talk about it.

"Xiao Xunji that guy said must be Xiao Xunji of the Xiao family. It seems that the trash joined the Iron Bone faction after being expelled."

"If the talent and cultivation are still there, let alone the fourth and fifth grades, even the second and third-rate sects will rush to ask for it. Unfortunately, now they can only eat and die in the nine-tier sect."

"I don't know how the Xiao family will feel when they hear that the expelled direct line has joined a sect lower than the family?"

...

Liyang City and the Xiao family are also considered to be hundreds of years old. In terms of comprehensive strength and industry, they are much stronger than the Li family in Qingyang City.

On this day, the first elder of the Xiao family rushed into the hall angrily.

The head of the Xiao family, who was sitting in the first place, put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Elder, what's the matter?"

The first elder said angrily: "I just heard the news from the outside, the waste that was expelled, joined the Iron Bone faction, and also signed up to participate in the martial arts competition."

"Oh?"

The head of the Xiao family was quite surprised.

The Great Elder was so angry that he was about to slap the table, and said: "My Xiao family has been based in Liyang City for more than two hundred years. In terms of background, it is not weaker than the eight-class sect. If you join the nine-class sect, you are not deliberately throwing it away. My Xiao family face?"

The head of the Xiao family took a sip of tea and said, "I have already been expelled, even if I become a beggar, I have nothing to do with my Xiao family, so I don't need to think so much."

"That's what it says."

"But some families with ulterior motives in the city deliberately spread the news, just to let the whole city see our Xiao family jokes!"

"I have long suggested that the owner of the family give him a glass of poisonous wine and let him go underground to reunite with his parents, but the owner just expelled him!"

From the words of the elder, it is not difficult to see that the anger was all vented on Xiao Xingji.

The head of the Xiao family put down the teacup, turned his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to make a waste die. In my opinion, the elders don't need to get angry."

...

Xiao's inner courtyard.

"Have you heard that Xiao Xunji joined the Iron Bone faction and signed up for the martial arts competition. He will come to Liyang City in a few days."

"Isn't it, without spiritual roots and without cultivation base, how dare you come to Liyang City?"

"The sect of several cousins ​​also participated, will they meet that trash?"

"There seem to be a lot of sect disciples participating in the competition this time. I think it's a little difficult for the cousins ​​to meet that trash."

"Anyway, you must go and see it on the day the competition starts. I haven't seen that trash in a few years, and I really miss it a little bit."

"Hahaha, are you trying to bully him again?"

The younger disciples of the Xiao family gathered to discuss Xiao Xunji, with disdain and contempt in their eyes.

As everyone knows, the trash they keep talking about is currently in the training room of the Iron Bone Clan, receiving the most brutal muscle training.

Not qualified enough? Work hard to get together!

"Get stronger, get stronger!"

When the night came, Xiao Xunji was running the Yi Jin Jing while frantically bombarding the strength testing machine, sweat dripping down his forehead and blood on his fist.

Jun Changxiao was lying on the roof of the main hall, and when he heard a slight fisting sound from the training room, he murmured: "Let's vent all the humiliation and torture you have suffered on the day of the martial arts competition."