"Young man, I see that you have a unique skeleton, you are a martial arts wizard like no other, you can consider joining my Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect as a disciple, and your future achievements will definitely be limitless. ”

Among the mountains with pleasant scenery, [Jun Changxiao] smiled and said to the warrior in front of him, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, combined with his fair face, gave people a very handsome feeling.

It's not a feeling, it's real.

If a woman sees him, she will definitely scream and be confused.

"The ......"

The warrior with a green scarf on his head said politely: "Your Excellency, can you move your feet away first?"

The field of vision moved down, and it turned out that Jun Changxiao stepped on someone's face with one foot, clinging to the other half of his face on the turf, but there was actually a big footprint.

It's beaten.

Judging from the position of falling to the ground and the remaining footprints on his chest, the beating was not light.

Jun Chang smiled and retracted his feet, and said apologetically: "Seeing you flirt with the female disciple I sent to close the moon and shy flowers, I can't hold back for a while, I'm really sorry." ”

“......”

The green turban warrior was speechless.

When she met a beautiful woman in the wild, she just stepped forward to say a few words, and was beaten by the head of the self-proclaimed iron-clad Zheng Zheng faction, which was really unlucky.

"Friends. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Think about it." ”

The green turban warrior said weakly: "I said I don't agree, is it okay?"

"Yes. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said seriously: "My iron-clad Zheng faction has always been to convince people with virtue, and it will never be difficult for others!"

"I'm sorry. ”

The green-clothed warrior endured the pain and refused, "I have joined the Lingquan Sect, and I can't become a disciple of your sect." ”

I finally passed the assessment of the Lingquan Sect and became a registered disciple, how could I switch to other sects!

What's more, the iron-clad faction?

As soon as you hear this name, it must be a garbage sect that is completely out of the stream in the Starfall Continent, and it is a waste of time and life to go.

"Hey. ”

Jun Changxiao shook his head, and said with regret: "My friend has no relationship with my iron-clad faction." ”

"Qianqian. ”

He turned his head and said, "This guy didn't bully you just now, did he?"

Not far away, on the boulder, sat a woman in white, her eyes were as clear as a stream, her skin was like snow, although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she had all the hard conditions of a beauty.

If you want to talk about the shortcomings, because of the age, the warped place has not been warped.

"Boss. ”

Lu Qianqian picked the cuffs and said lightly: "He wanted to touch my hand just now." ”

"Smack!"

Jun Changxiao raised his foot again and stepped on the face of the green-clothed warrior, and said with a cold gaze: "You are impatient. ”

was gentle before, but suddenly became murderous, and the speed of turning his face is definitely faster than turning a book.

The Green Turban Warrior hurriedly said, "Your Excellency...... I...... I didn't!"

He swore that he had a little idea just now, but he was beaten up without even doing anything, which was an attempt to take advantage of him at best!

Jun Chang smiled and said coldly: "Qianqian won't lie, I believe in her, I must teach you a good lesson today!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A gust of wind blew on the face of the green-clothed warrior with a blue nose and swollen face, and he couldn't feel comfortable, because the bones that had been beaten were about to fall apart.

"Damn!"

Trying to raise his head and look at the two backs that were gradually blurring, the green scarf warrior grabbed the dirt and said hatefully: "Lao Tzu must take revenge!"

......

Jun often laughs.

The head of the iron-clad faction.

This iron-clad faction is amazing.

It was established by a warrior surnamed Wang in that year, because he jumped off the cliff in his early years and did not fall to his death, he was rewarded with a meal by passers-by, and then opened a sect and founded the iron bone Zheng Zheng faction.

The purpose of the sect is to be an iron-clad person and do iron-clad things!

The first generation of leaders worked hard, and in just over ten years of development, they broke into a reputation in the rivers and lakes, and the sect also entered the ninth-rate sect in one fell swoop, becoming the most dazzling existence in Qingyang Village!

However.

The sky is unpredictable.

The first generation of the head went to the town to have fun, but was arrested by the government, and because he failed to escape from prison, he was beheaded on a certain day.

The entire sect was suddenly leaderless, and since then it has begun to decline.

There is no so-called eternity in the world, and a ninth-rate sect like the Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect is just a flash in the pan.

Every time the storyteller in the village mentions the iron-clad Zheng faction, and mentions the head of the king who failed to escape from prison and was beheaded, they all look up to the sky and sigh, and the children who sit on the bench and listen to the book all burst into tears.

Although the iron-clad faction has declined, it still exists!

The three disciples sat together and had a happy meal, but one of them chose to stay, and the solitary sect waited day and night, never abandoning.

Who is this man?

It's the second generation of the head of the house who always laughs!

Exactly.

It's the gentleman who used to laugh.

Because in the dark night a month ago, he got up and went to the thatched house, and as soon as he walked out of the main hall, he was smashed on the door of his head by a plaque engraved with 'Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect', and then he died.

No coincidence, no coincidence.

Jun Changxiao, who came from the earth, traveled to this world and successfully occupied the remaining corpse.

"I ...... Crossed?"

Realizing that he was not dead, Jun Changxiao was stunned for a while, and then accepted the memory of the original owner, only to realize that he was lucky to become one of the thousands of traversers!

Good, good!

Peerless exercises, magic tricks, and all kinds of systems appear!

Since I have come here, I want to dominate the other world, beat geniuses from all walks of life, and become the supreme god emperor emperor demon saint immortal!

The hard work paid off, and after trampling countless ants and pinching countless fleas, the system was finally triggered.

"Ding!"

"The strongest sect system is ...... in launch"

"Ding!"

"The strongest sect system was successfully launched, and the data panel began to be loaded for the host......"

"Whew!"

After the mechanized sound fell in his ears, Jun Changxiao's field of vision suddenly showed rows of data.

Sect name: Iron Bone Zheng Zheng School.

The head of the sect: Jun often laughs.

Sect level: Ninth stream.

Sect Building: Level 1.

Sect members: 1/100.

Sect contribution: 0\/100.

Sect main quest: Within 100 years, let the Iron Bone Zheng Sect become the strongest sect in the Starfall Continent, with 100,000 disciples, if it is not completed, when the time comes, the host will be wiped out immediately!

After seeing the task written in the main quest, Jun Chang smiled and felt cold on the soles of his feet, and went straight down his thighs to his backbone.

Carefully flipped through the memories of the original owner, and learned that the iron-clad Zheng faction was only himself, and it was also the lowest sect, he walked to the kitchen, raised the kitchen knife to his neck, hesitated for a long time, or put the kitchen knife down, and did not do anything iron-clad.

A ninth-rate sect.

A sect that only has its own!

Become the strongest sect in the mainland within a hundred years, recruiting 100,000 disciples?

Is God joking with himself, or is the system joking with himself?

"Ding!"

In desperation, a mechanical voice sounded in his ears: "Congratulations to the host for opening the system and receiving a space ring!"

"Space Ring?"

Jun Changxiao found that there was an extra delicate jade bracelet on his right wrist out of thin air, engraved with the four small words 'Space Ring', so the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's the first time I've seen such a large ring!"