Chapter 81 You Fucking Run!
PS; There was a bug in the last chapter, the protagonist refreshed the mall, and should buy something, I forgot, a reader reminded that it has been revised, the content and consumption situation are slightly different from the end of the previous chapter, you can check it back.
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Jun Changxiao refreshed the mall 5 times and spent 90 contribution points, of which 40 points were spent on unimportant goods, which made him feel a little distressed.
However, fortunately, the great formation of the guardian faction has been brushed out, and it is still worth it.
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Items: First-grade guardian formation.
Efficacy: After use, a defensive formation can be arranged in the sect to prevent the entry and exit of non-sect members.
Aging: Ready to use.
Price: 50 Contribution Points.
Note: The array is successfully arranged, the default is on, and 1 contribution point is consumed every day.
"purchase!"
Jun Changxiao did not consider that this was a consumption-type formation at all, and bought it directly.
"Ding!"
"The host spends 50 contribution points and gets the first-grade guardian formation × 1, which has been transported to the space ring."
"Ding!"
"Sect Contribution Value: 124/500."
The first-grade guardian formation is the same as the spiritual formation, with small flags and instructions.
"Set it up at dawn." Jun Chang smiled secretly.
There was a killer lurking in the dark, the Iron Bone Sect disciples stayed in the hall overnight, and several disciples took turns changing the guard.
During the period, Su Xiaomo took the initiative to bandage Ye Xingchen's wound and wrapped both buttocks with bandages.
All night.
After dawn, Jun Changxiao ordered several disciples to form a group, opened the cordon, and began to arrange the formation.
"Brush! Brush!"
Small flags were inserted outside the sect wall, and after half an hour, they finally encircled the sect.
"call out!"
The streamer flickered, forming a mask, covering the entire Iron Bone Pie, and immediately became transparent.
Jun Changxiao stood at the gate and stretched out his hand, made contact with the transparent barrier, and found that nothing had changed. It was hard to believe that there would be a formation in front of him.
The system said: "When outsiders force entry or bombardment, the guardian formation will appear, and the daily life will be hidden in the space."
"How strong is it?" Jun Chang smiled.
The system said: "It shouldn't be a problem to withstand the bombardment of the Starfall Continent's Wuzong-level powerhouse."
Jun Changxiao is relieved.
The system said: "The level of the first-grade guardian formation is a bit low. If the host finds a high-level one in the future, it can be replaced."
"Um."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Tell me, what's wrong with the sect now?"
If it wasn't for the system prompt, he didn't even know that there was such a large formation of guardians, so he had to ask clearly first.
The system said: "The sect still needs to be divided into personal, inner and outer sect disciples, and there is still a difference between the positions such as deputy head and elder, and the casting pavilion, the martial arts pavilion, the mind law pavilion..."
"No hurry, no hurry." Jun Chang smiled: "Take your time."
There are only about 100 people in the division of the inner sect, so there is no need to divide it for the time being.
As for the positions of deputy head and elder, there are currently no disciples who are competent, so we have to take a step by step.
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After the guardian formation, Jun Changxiao was relieved.
The disciples, as usual, were either cultivating or playing football. As for Ye Xingchen, it was the first time to practice since rebirth.
He focuses more on cultivating the Yi Jin Jing. After all, he has suffered the loss of not shaping the body in his previous life. If he starts over in this life, he must focus on laying a solid foundation.
However.
With only a low-quality spiritual root, he is just like an ordinary disciple. If he wants to cultivate successfully, he needs time.
This incident tells us that even if he dominated the continent in his previous life and was reborn in an ordinary person, he would not be able to defy the sky immediately.
Jun Changxiao's contribution value is quite rich, so he turned on the spiritual formation, let the disciples practice, then waved to Ye Xingchen and said, "Come, come, this seat will take you to a fun place.
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interesting place?
Ye Xingchen finally stood in front of the muscle shaping machine.
"Go in." Jun Chang smiled.
hateful!
This guy actually let Ben Di drill a dog hole!
"Brush!" Jun Changxiao directly pressed him in and started the shaping machine for 10 hours.
"Bam! Boom! Bam!"
"what-------"
...
Late at night, Ye Xingchen was lying on the bed like a muddy beach, his eyes filled with lovelessness.
It must have been the wrong posture of this emperor's rebirth to end up in such a field...
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the others stood in front of the doors of their respective rooms, clasping their hands on the hilt of their swords, apparently waiting for the assassin to appear.
"Bang, bang!"
On the small martial arts field, Su Xiaomo was skillfully hitting the ball.
For him who pays attention to speed, kicking the ball can be regarded as a good tool for training his feet.
Jun Changxiao was the most arrogant man, sitting in the study, holding a bamboo slip called 'Historical Records', the author Sima Qian.
This was bought by compulsory consumption when it was refreshed, and it could be considered to make up for Chinese history in a different world.
"call out!"
At this moment, the sound of breaking wind came from the ear again.
What the hell!
The killer is in the sect!
Jun Changxiao, who thought he could sit back and relax, hurriedly retreated, but the icy sword still stabbed straight at him.
Soon, there is no escape!
In desperation, he could only raise the historical record in his hand to protect the vital point in his chest.
"Ding!"
The sharp sword pierced the bamboo slip, and there was a sound of gold, and sparks were sprayed!
The tiger's mouth of the man in black was numb with shock, and his eyes were amazed, but he didn't care about anything, and his toes got out of the window.
Jun Changxiao was also dumbfounded.
Is it a bamboo slip or an iron plate in my hand?
There was no time to be in a daze, Jun Changxiao jumped out of the window, but the man in black had already rushed out of the hundred meters, out of the range of the Desert Eagle.
At this time, Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang came after hearing the news, and they were going to chase the shadow that was about to disappear.
"No need to chase." Jun Chang smiled and hugged his hands.
Stop chasing?
Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang looked stunned, and immediately heard a 'bang' sound, and saw the man in black stick his limbs and face on the streamer barrier, and then '呲呲' slipped down.
"Formation!"
The two exclaimed in unison.
Jun Changxiao rolled up his sleeves and strode over.
The Desert Eagle in his hand was loaded, the safety pin was pulled open, and the gun pointed at the killer who fell to the ground, shouting, "Fuck you!"
The man in black was dizzy due to the impact, and flew to one side again, but he still slammed into the guardian formation.
"What's the matter!" Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi and other disciples rushed over, and saw the man in black squatting under the streamer barrier with his forehead covered, and his face suddenly became stunned.
"What is that streamer?"
"A formation?"
"When did our sect have this thing!"
It's hard for people to understand.
The man in black who was hiding in the inner courtyard was also puzzled. After all, it was okay to sneak in by himself, so why did he suddenly have a formation!
"Bang!" Just at this moment, Jun Changxiao strode forward, the spiritual power poured into his right fist slammed into his face, and the man also slammed his head against the wall of the wing like a cannonball.
This killer is only a fourth-grade martial artist, and he still relies on exquisite movement techniques to avoid ghosts.
Jun Changxiao came over, put the gun in his waist, picked up the bamboo slip and smashed it hard.
Not to mention, this bamboo slip, which uses history as a mirror, is very easy to use, and after a while, the opponent's head is covered in blood, and he is paralyzed on the ground. ,
Ye Xingchen, who was standing in the distance, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "This guy is too brutal!"
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden task [Nowhere to Hide] and rewarded with 30 contribution points!"
"Ding!"
"Sect Contribution Value: 153/500!"
Depend on.
For this product, I spent so much contribution value to reward 30 points.
"Seal the qi meridian, lock it up!"
"Yes!"
A gold-medal killer, in the 265th assassination, he was caught by mistake and became a prisoner.
He was sent to a closed room. The previously captured killer saw the fingerprints of the opponent's hand and said in shock, "A killer of this level is planted in the hands of the Iron Bone Pie!"
Jun Changxiao stood outside, caught the change in the killer's eyes through the crack of the door, and said coldly, "It must be sent by the Lingquan Sect again!"
the next day.
He handed over the sect affairs to Li Qingyang, and went down the mountain alone, with the desert eagle and the pocket knife on his belt, where he went - Lingquan Mountain!
"Senior Sister, the Sect Master seems very angry!" Li Qingyang said solemnly as he watched the angry back disappear on the mountain road.
Lu Qianqianyi was in front of the gate, and said lightly, "Send killers to sneak attack one after another. If it was me, I would definitely kill them at the door."
"Is everything going to be okay, Sect Master?"
"You should be concerned about whether the Lingquan Sect can still exist."