When Jun Chang laughed and said that he was out of the sect, the surrounding warriors looked sideways and whispered, and their words were full of contempt.

This is normal.

In each sect competition, the participants are all more than eighth-rate sects, and a ninth-rate sect does not have the strength to sign up, which is really a bit incredible.

"Hey. ”

Jun Chang smiled and sighed.

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

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

Servants and slaves are often regarded as untouchables, and they will definitely be sprayed to death by those who have status when they go out on big occasions.

Although the Iron Bone Sect is a sect, it is only a ninth-rate, and it is not much different from the untouchables in a world full of sects.

Just wait.

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

Jun Changxiao doesn't care about the world's eyes, but he will try to go on a stronger path.

The middle-aged man who wrote lightly said: "Although there is no limit to the level of the sect competition, the applicant must be a high-level sect, what kind of trouble are you a disciple coming to make trouble?"

"Smack. ”

Jun Changxiao pressed the big seal of the head on the white paper on the table, and said: "The head of the iron-clad Zheng faction, Jun Changxiao laughs." ”

He was proud.

Others can look down on themselves, but they can't look down on themselves.

The middle-aged man glanced at the imprint on the paper, and said coldly: "It turned out to be the head of the family, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

"He is the head of the Iron Bone Sect who is in Qingyang City and instructs the elders of the Cangshan Sect?"

"I didn't expect to be so young. ”

"I heard that his cultivation is only four or five stages of opening the pulse, and he cut off one of the arms of the elder of the Lingquan Sect who opened the twelfth stage of the pulse on the grievance platform!"

"I've heard about it, and I always feel like it's a rumor. ”

"How can one open pulse four or five stages, how can it be possible to hit the opening pulse twelve stages. ”

What happened in the recruitment of the hundred sects, the martial artists of Liyang City also heard about it, but they didn't witness it with their own eyes, so they just treated it as a rumor.

Jun Changxiao didn't pay attention to everyone, but said: "Since there is no rule that the Ninth Rank 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 to drink tea?"

The face of the middle-aged man holding the pen suddenly fell, but he still suppressed his anger and said, "How many disciples are there in the competition?"

"Five. ”

"Name, age. ”

"Lu Qianqian is sixteen years old, Li Qingyang is seventeen years old, Su Xiaomo is sixteen years old, Tian is seventy-eight years old, and Xiao Sinji is seventeen years old. ”

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

"Xiao sins himself. Jun Chang repeated with a smile.

"Xiao sins himself?"

A martial artist standing in the distance smiled and said, "It can't be a waste expelled by the Xiao family, right?"

"Brush!"

Jun Changxiao turned his head and said coldly, "You try it again?"

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

The middle-aged man said lightly: "The former Xiao family's descendants are Xiao sinful?"

"Please remove the 'Xiao family lineage', the disciples of this seat are not rare at all. Jun Chang smiled.

The former genius brought countless honors to the family, but because of the regression of cultivation, he was expelled at the age of twelve.

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 rush to the venue with their identity cards, otherwise they will be regarded as abstaining." ”

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

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

"Ahh

This thing suddenly screamed, which directly scared the other party and sat down.

"Cut. ”

Jun Chang smiled disdainfully and said: "This is all intimidated, are you embarrassed to say that others are waste." ”

"Damn!"

The warrior was ashamed, but he didn't have the courage to rush forward, firstly, it was forbidden to fight in the city, and secondly, this kid's eyes were really a little terrifying.

Jun Changxiao left.

But not long after leaving, the martial artists at the registration venue began to talk about it.

"What that guy said about Xiao Sinji, it must be Xiao Jiaxiao's Xiao Sinji, it seems that the waste joined the Iron Bone Sect after being expelled. ”

"If the talent and cultivation are still there, let alone the fourth- and fifth-rate sects, even the second- and third-rate sects will rush to ask for it, but unfortunately now they can only eat and wait for death in the ninth-rate sect. ”

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

......

Liyang City, the Xiao family, is also a centuries-old family, in terms of comprehensive strength and industry, it is much stronger than the Li family in Qingyang City.

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

The head of the Xiao family, who was sitting at the top of the house, put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Great Elder, what's wrong?"

The Great Elder said angrily, "I just heard the news from outside, the waste who was expelled joined the Iron Bone Sect, and also signed up for the sect competition. ”

"Oh?"

The head of the Xiao family was quite surprised.

The Great Elder was so angry that he almost slapped the table, and said: "My Xiao family has been based in Liyang City for more than two hundred years, and in terms of heritage, it is not weaker than the eighth-rate sect at all, so isn't it deliberately losing face to my Xiao family by joining the ninth-rate sect?"

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

"That's what I said. ”

"But some ill-intentioned families in the city deliberately spread the news, just to let the whole city see our Xiao family's jokes!"

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

It was not difficult to see from the words of the Great Elder that all his anger was vented on Xiao Sinji.

The head of the Xiao family put down the teacup, turned his fingers with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's not very easy to let a waste die, in my opinion, there is no need for the Great Elder to make a big fuss." ”

......

The inner courtyard of the Xiao family.

"Have you heard that Xiao Sinji's waste joined the Iron Bone Sect, and he also signed up for the sect competition, and he will come to Liyang City in a few days. ”

"Isn't it, there is no spiritual root, and you dare to come to Liyang City without cultivation?"

"A few cousins' sects also participated, will they meet that waste?"

"There seem to be a lot of sect disciples participating in the competition this time, and it seems a little difficult for my cousins to meet that waste. ”

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

"Hahaha, do you want to bully him again?"

The younger generation of disciples of the Xiao family gathered together to discuss Xiao Sinji, their eyes full of disdain and contempt.

As everyone knows, the waste they keep saying is currently in the training room of the Iron Bone Zheng Sect, undergoing the most brutal muscle tempering.

Qualifications are not enough?

"Get stronger, get stronger!"

Late at night, Xiao Sinji was running the Yi Jin Sutra while frantically bombarding the strength testing machine, and beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down with blood on his fists.

Jun Changxiao was lying on the roof of the main hall, and when he heard a slight fist sound coming from the training room, he muttered: "Let out all the humiliation and torture you have suffered on the day of the sect competition." ”