Chapter 79 I Am the Existence You Can't Afford to Offend

"The Sect Master and Senior Sister and Senior Brother are back!"

The calm Iron Bone Pie suddenly became boiling with a loud shout.

When many disciples learned from Su Xiaomo that little junior brother Xiao Xunji not only won the championship, but several senior brothers also swept the top three, they immediately cheered excitedly.

As a member of the sect, it is natural to value this honor!

"Hey."

Liu Wanshi leaned in front of the dining room and pouted, "I finally managed to make them fat, and I lost a lot of weight after walking for a few days."

"Sect Master, what should I do with this person?" Xiao Sinji said while carrying the unconscious Ye Xingchen.

Jun Changxiao thought for a while and said, "Let's put it in the Medicine Pavilion first."

Xiao Xunji got the order, walked into the medicine pavilion, threw Ye Xingchen on the ward, and was about to leave, when he heard the man say almost in a dream, "I'm going to defy the sky..."

unbelievable?

God owes you money?

Xiao Xunji thought he was talking in his sleep, so he ignored it and turned away.

...

On the martial arts arena.

Many disciples stared at a black and white sphere, puzzled, "Senior brother, what is this?"

Su Xiaomo smiled and said, "This is called happy football. It was brought out by the headmaster. It is said that playing a kick every day can not only cultivate sentiment, but also improve foot strength."

A disciple leaned over, looked at the small print on the soccer ball, and read: "In 8018, in the World Cup final, the Huaxia men's soccer team defeated the Brazilian men's soccer team with a special ball."

"Brother, what does this mean?"

"I do not know either."

Su Xiaomo waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way, let me give you a kick."

"it is good!"

The crowd quickly backed away.

Su Xiaomo took a few steps back, took a run, and shot vigorously, but when he heard a 'boom', the ball flew away and hit the outer wall hard, showing a dent and crack.

His kick is comparable to the mighty King Kong foot in Shaolin football!

"Clap clap."

Su Xiaomo clapped her hands and said, "How is it?"

"Amazing!"

"Senior brother, you just kicked, at least a thousand jins!"

The disciples exclaimed.

As expected of the football in 8018, it was subjected to such a high force, but it was bounced back without being broken or deformed.

...

Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy a happy football, and let the disciples play when they are free, the purpose is to train the tacit understanding.

the next day.

The Yanwu Field was slightly transformed into a simple football field. After informing the disciples of the rules, they were divided into two teams and began to compete.

"My face hurts..." Ye Xingchen, who was lying in the medical pavilion, woke up, touched his face subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be hit by a flying hidden weapon, and then fell unconscious.

hateful!

I, Ye Xingchen.

The generation of Martial Emperor who once dominated the mainland will be overshadowed by hidden weapons!

After a short rest, he got up with difficulty, then looked at the environment, and murmured, "Did he be rescued by someone else?"

"do not care."

"Leave this place first, find a blessed land with abundant spiritual power, start practicing, and strive to enter the Martial Emperor as soon as possible."

Ye Xingchen opened the door with a 'squeak', but before he got out, he heard a 'bang', his entire face was hit by a football, and then he fell straight to the ground.

"Li Fei!"

Su Xiaomo on the martial arts field roared, "How did you pass the ball!"

The disciple named Li Fei scratched his head and said, "Senior brother, the first time I kicked, I haven't found the right head yet."

"Go pick up the ball!"

"well!"

Li Fei hurriedly retrieved the ball.

The Iron Bone School disciples kicked happily again. Although they didn't seem to be even an amateur team, they opened a few pulses, and the kicked balls were still very powerful!

"But... Damn..." Ye Xingchen stood up, covering her face.

Inexplicably angry: "And plot against this emperor!"

"Bang!"

The football flew into the Medicine Pavilion again at a tricky angle and hit him directly on the forehead, and the man fell straight down.

Su Xiaomo frantically said: "Li Fei, what kind of footwork are you doing!"

Li Fei scratched his head in embarrassment, then picked up the ball and continued to play.

"Crack." Ye Xingchen put one hand on the hospital bed, stood up slowly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and said: "Today's revenge, this emperor has written down!"

Having said that, he hurried to the door and closed the door, for fear that Yuanyuan's hidden weapon would fly in again.

"Who are these people?"

"Why do you want to plot against this emperor?"

Ye Xingchen was attached to the wall in front of the door, and he borrowed the window to look at the martial arts field.

"Crench!"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jun Changxiao stepped in and saw that there was no one on the hospital bed, and asked, "What about the kid?"

"Pfft." Ye Xingchen, who was squeezed behind the door, straightened up and fell to his side, foaming from his mouth.

Jun Chang smiled and turned around and said, "Why is he hiding behind the door?"

...

After half an hour.

Ye Xingchen's body pain gradually dissipated, and his eyes were cold and stern: "Who are you?"

"what?"

Jun Changxiao was surprised.

This guy looks smaller than himself, but his eyes show a sense of vicissitudes, as if he has eaten a lot of roads and walked a lot of meters.

Not simple, not simple.

Jun Changxiao said: "My name is Jun Changxiao, the head of the iron-boned clan."

Iron-bone sect?

Ye Xingchen said lightly: "Such an ugly name of a sect is not a big sect."

Ay Ya I gi.

I think my sect's name is ugly, and I say it's not a big sect, this guy is a bit condescending.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Who are you?"

Ye Xingchen raised her eyebrows and said proudly, "You just need to remember that I am someone you can't afford to offend."

It's not a little dangling, it's very dangling!

"brush!"

Ye Xingchen got up and walked out the door, and said lightly: "Don't provoke me in the future, otherwise, I will..." A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Bang!" The football shot from the outside and hit him in the face accurately. Maybe because of the many times, he fainted again this time.

...

When Ye Xingchen woke up, he found himself bound to a chair by five flowers.

"Sect Master, he's awake!" Su Xiaomo said.

Jun Changxiao walked in from the outside and said with a smile: "Boy, no matter how awesome you are in this seat, from today onwards, you will be a member of my stern team."

Intuition told him that this sharp-eyed guy must have a story, and his identity must not be simple.

There are just 399 places left in the sect, so let him be recruited first.

As for the lesser quota, it was taken up by Liu Wanshi, so he had to go through the procedure to fill out the form and seal it.

Ye Xingchen's eyes were gloomy.

As one of the top ten Martial Emperors in the past, he was just reborn, he was plotted one after another, and finally he was tied up.

"Boy!" He said coldly: "I won't join because your sect is not qualified to accommodate me."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "If you think you are Emperor Wu, can you still not accommodate you?"

Ye Xingchen's eyes became more and more gloomy and looked very scary.

At this time, following the story of the protagonist reborn from the strong, and being so despised by the villain's head, he properly turned on the mode of pretending to slap the face.

The reality is that Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, "Give you three times to think about it, otherwise don't be rude."

"Are you threatening me?" Ye Xingchen said.

Jun Changxiao retracted and waved his hand: "This seat not only threatens you, but also dares to hit you."

"brush!"

Su Xiaomo swung a punch and hit him in the face, arrogantly said: "It's your blessing that the head sees you, pulling a stinky face, pretending to be a peerless master!"

Ye Xingchen exploded.

"Dare to stare at me!" Su Xiaomo raised his fist again and began to violently destroy him. After a while, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Ye Xingchen, Ye Di.

It's a shame that an existence that can't be provoked has fallen to this point!

However, in the end, they compromised, because they were moved to the martial arts arena. Dozens of disciples stood far away with happy footballs at their feet. If they disagreed, they would kick one kick until they agreed...