Jun Changxiao opened the twelve veins and met the conditions, so the epic quest was opened, but when he saw the quest presented above, he couldn't believe it: "It's just that simple as participating?"

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Epic Quest [1].

Mission Details: In ten days, Qingyang County will hold a biennial sect competition, and the host needs to bring five disciples to participate.

Requirements: The disciple will take the top three.

Failed task: If you fail to register for the competition within the specified time, the disciple will be eliminated in the first round.

Rewards: ???

The three question marks were a little skinny, and the leather Jun Chang laughed and collapsed: "What the hell is the reward for three question marks!"

The system said: "Epic quest rewards are measured according to the host's completion, so it is impossible to conclusively determine what the reward is." ”

"Isn't it written that the mission conditions will let the disciples take the top three!" Jun Chang said with a smile.

The system explained: "The mission conditions are only defined, if only one disciple of the host faction makes it to the top three, or if it is overachieved, the reward will change. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said: "If a disciple enters the top three, he can also be considered to have completed the task, but because of the low degree of completion, the reward will be less?"

"Not bad. ”

"If five disciples occupy the top four, it is equivalent to overachievement, and the reward will be higher than the definition?"

"Yes. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Can I not participate?"

The system said: "If you don't participate, you will fail the mission, and the host will be punished at that time, and you will not be able to break through the great realm within the specified time." ”

"How long?"

"Ten years to start. ”

Jun Chang smiled and spread his hands and said, "In this way, I have to do an epic mission." ”

......

Li Qingyang, who had a blue nose and swollen face, dragged his weak body and walked in step by step and said, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

An hour of shaping made him very sour.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Have you heard of the sect competition in Qingyang County?"

"I've heard of it. ”

Li Qingyang rubbed his aching face and said: "It will be held every two years, and it will start in ten days after calculating the time." ”

Suddenly, he realized something and said, "Master, our sect won't sign up for the competition, right?"

"Nope. ”

"That's good. ”

"However, I was just going to sign up. ”

Li Qingyang twitched his mouth and said: "Boss, those are all competitions with the participation of high-level sects, and we will only become cannon fodder if we send them with iron bones." ”

Jun Changxiao put his arms on the armrests, supported his chin with the back of his palm, and said, "I don't have confidence in myself or the sect so much?"

Li Qingyang said solemnly: "According to the disciples' knowledge, in this kind of competition, each faction will send the most outstanding disciples to fight, and most of the strength is at the level of martial disciples. ”

"Really?" Jun Chang smiled and frowned.

The disciples of the sect are all in the opening period, and it is definitely not good to fight with the martial artists, let alone advance to the top three.

Li Qingyang said again: "The first place in the last martial arts competition is a sixth-rate Hualing Sect disciple, and his strength has reached the third-grade martial apprentice. ”

Jun Changxiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

If there are still three-rank martial disciples participating in the war this time, how can their own disciples fight with others?

Epic quests?

I think it's a hell mission!

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Where can I sign up for the sect competition?"

Although Li Qingyang was speechless, he still spoke: "This sect competition is in Liyang City. ”

"Liyang City, isn't it the city where the guilty family is located?"

"Yes, sir. ”

Jun Changxiao was silent for a moment, and said, "Inform Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and Xiao Sinji, tomorrow this seat will start devil training for the five of you." ”

"Devil training?" Li Qingyang looked confused.

Jun Chang smiled and walked down, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep tone: "Ten days later, the sect competition, this seat will send you to compete, and you must win the top three." ”

"Huh?"

Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.

......

If the epic mission fails, the realm will be sealed for ten years, even if he knows that it is a hell mode, Jun Changxiao must do it.

Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang are more optimistic about him, one is deeply hidden, the other is extraordinary, although Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi are almost there, but if they train the devil within ten days, they may be able to improve a lot.

As for letting Xiao Sin fight, Jun Changxiao hopes that he can use his strength to prove to the Xiao family and the world that he is not a waste at the door of his home.

This is a bit difficult......

Following.

Jun Changxiao sent the remaining sect tasks to the disciples, and then took Lu Qianqian and the four of them to the spiritual power array of the beginner disciples and said, "You go in first to cultivate for two hours." ”

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi's eyes suddenly became hot.

Lu Qianqian said: "The head of the sect really wants to send us to participate in the Qingyang County Sect Competition?"

Jun Chang smiled and said solemnly: "Not only do you want to participate, but you also want to win the top three for this seat!"

"It's difficult. Lu Qianqian said.

Jun Chang smiled: "There is a challenge when it is difficult, tell this seat loudly, can you do it!"

"Yes!"

Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo shouted in unison.

"Let's go in and cultivate!"

"Yes!"

The four of them entered the opening formation and began to cultivate.

......

Inside the training room.

Xiao Sinji hung his head and said, "Master, let's send other senior brothers to participate, it's difficult for disciples to be competent." ”

Although the muscle building room brought him hope, he went to compete with the disciples of various factions, or in Liyang City, which made him very unconfident.

Jun Chang smiled: "Are you running away?"

Xiao Sinji said bitterly: "The disciple doesn't want to drag down the sect. ”

Go, he doesn't feel ashamed, he doesn't want to be spurned, but he doesn't want to represent the Iron Bone Sect, and he doesn't want to bear the shame of being a waste like himself.

Jun Changxiao dragged Xiao Sinji over, and said in a deep voice: "Within ten days, make this seat stronger, and use your strength to prove to them, even if you Xiao Sinji has no spiritual root and no cultivation, you are still that genius who is rare in a thousand years!"

The mood is a little excited, and the spit stars are splashing.

Looking at the eyes of the master, Xiao Sinji's heart gradually warmed, it was a feeling of being extremely trusted, even if he was just a waste now......

"Click!"

Xiao Sinji clenched his fists and said loudly: "Disciple understands!"

"Brush!"

Jun Chang smiled and shook his hand, and threw him into the muscle-building room, which was opened for - 20 hours!

When he was greeted by the hammer head in all directions, Xiao Sinji put the Yi Jin Sutra into operation to achieve a double ascension of the physical body.

I'm going to get stronger!

I'm going to prove myself!

I can't let the sect be humiliated!

With this belief, Xiao sinji eats one meal a day, sleeps for an hour, and spends the rest of the time in the training room.

Jun Changxiao spent another 40 contribution points to buy two muscle shaping rooms, and when Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo finished cultivating in the spiritual power array, they began muscle building.

The three of them also had a meal, slept for an hour, and spent the rest of the time half in the spiritual power array and half in the shaping room.

Lu Qianqian didn't enter the training room, and always sat in the formation to absorb spiritual power.

The devil's training of the five disciples officially began, and the duration was on the eve of the start of the sect martial arts competition.

......

Liyang City.

When the disciple was training with the devil, Jun Changxiao rushed over.

In the martial arts arena in the south of the city, at the venue of the martial arts competition a few days later, there were scattered sect elders gathered around a table at this moment, reporting the names of their own sects and the participating disciples.

"Next. ”

The middle-aged man with the pen shouted.

Jun Chang smiled and walked over.

The middle-aged man didn't look up, dipped it in ink and said, "Sect." ”

"Iron-clad. ”

Ga.

The middle-aged man's hand holding the pen suddenly stiffened, and he raised his head in astonishment.

The elders of the various factions who had reported their names stopped one after another, and turned to look at Jun Chang in disbelief.

"Iron Bone Pie?"

"Isn't it the Ninth Stream Sect of Qingyang Village?"

"The sect competition is held every two years, and the participants are all from the eighth-rate or above sects, what kind of excitement is he sent to join in?"