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"The Sect Leader, Senior Sister, and Senior Brother are back!"

The calm Iron Bone Sect suddenly became lively with a loud shout.

When the disciples heard from Su Xiaomo that not only did their Junior Brother Xiao Ziji win the championship, but their Senior Brothers also took the top three places, they immediately cheered excitedly.

As a member of the sect, they naturally valued this honor!

"Sigh."

Liu Wanshi leaned in front of the dining hall and pouted. "It wasn't easy to make them white and fat, but they lost a lot of weight in just a few days."

"Sect Leader, what should we do with this person?" Xiao Ziji carried the unconscious Ye Xingchen and asked.

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

Xiao Ziji received the order and walked into the Medicine Pavilion. He threw Ye Xingchen in the ward and was about to leave when he heard that person say, "I'm going to defy the heavens …"

Defy the heavens?

Did the heavens owe you money?

Xiao Ziji thought that he was talking in his sleep, so he ignored him and turned to leave.

…

On the training field.

Many disciples stared at a black and white ball and asked in confusion, "Senior Brother, what is this?"

Su Xiaomo smiled and said, "This is called Happy Soccer. The Sect Leader brought it out. He said that if we play it every day, not only can it cultivate our temperament, but it can also improve our leg strength."

A disciple leaned over and read the small words written on the soccer ball. "Year 8018, World Cup Final, China Men's Soccer Team defeated Brazil Men's Soccer Team."

"Senior Brother, what does this mean?"

"I don't know either."

Su Xiaomo waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way. I'll give you guys a try."

"Okay!"

Everyone hurriedly retreated.

Su Xiaomo took a few steps back, ran up, and shot. With a whoosh, the soccer ball flew out and smashed into the outer wall, causing cracks to appear.

His kick was comparable to Shaolin's Mighty King Kong Kick!

Clap, clap.

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

"Amazing!"

"Senior Brother, your kick just now was at least 500 kilograms of force!"

The disciples exclaimed.

It was indeed a football from the year 8018. It could withstand such a high force, but it was only bounced back. It was not broken or deformed.

…

Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy a Happy Soccer Ball for his disciples to play with when they had nothing to do. The purpose was to train their compatibility.

The next day.

The Martial Arts Practice Field was slightly modified into a simple soccer 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, slowly woke up. He subconsciously touched his face, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been hit by a flying concealed weapon and then lost consciousness.

Damn it!

I am Ye Xingchen.

The Martial Emperor of a generation who had once dominated the continent was actually tricked by a hidden weapon!

After resting for a while, he struggled to get up. Then, he looked around and muttered, "Was he saved by someone else?"

"Forget it."

"I'll leave this place first and find a blessed place with abundant spiritual energy to start cultivating. I'll strive to become a Martial Emperor as soon as possible."

Ye Xingchen opened the door with a creak, but before he could walk out, he heard a bang. His entire face was hit by the soccer ball, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Li Fei!"

Su Xiaomo, who was in the Martial Arts Practice Field, roared, "How did you pass the ball!"

The disciple named Li Fei scratched his head and said, "Senior Brother, it's my first time kicking. I can't find the right target."

"Go and pick up the ball!"

"Okay, okay!"

Li Fei hurriedly picked up the ball.

The Iron Bone disciples happily kicked the ball again. Although they did not even look like an amateur team, they had opened several meridians, and the force of their kicks was very strong!

"Damn... damn it..." Ye Xingchen covered his face and stood up. He was furious and said, "You tricked me again!"

"Bang!"

The soccer ball flew into the Medical Pavilion at a tricky angle again, directly hitting his head, and he fell straight to the ground again.

Su Xiaomo said frantically, "Li Fei, what kind of footwork is that!"

Li Fei scratched his head awkwardly, then picked up the ball and continued kicking.

"Bang." Ye Xingchen put one hand on the bed and slowly stood up. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said, "I'll remember what happened today!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly ran to the door and closed it, afraid that Yuan Yuan's hidden weapon would fly in again.

"Who are these people?"

"Why did they plot against me?"

Ye Xingchen leaned against the wall in front of the door and looked sideways at the Martial Arts Practice Field through the window.

"Creak!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jun Changxiao walked in and saw that the bed was empty. He was puzzled and asked, "Where's that kid?"

"Plop." Ye Xingchen, who was squeezed behind the door, straightened his body and fell to the side. He was still foaming at the mouth.

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

… …

Half an hour later.

The pain in Ye Xingchen's body gradually dissipated. He said with a cold gaze, "Who are you?"

"Huh?"

Jun Changxiao was surprised.

This guy looked younger than him, but his eyes gave off a sense of vicissitudes, as if he had eaten a lot of food and walked a lot of meters.

Not simple, not simple.

Jun Changxiao said, "I'm Jun Changxiao, the leader of Iron Bone Clan."

Iron Bone Clan?

Ye Xingchen said lightly, "Such a terrible name, I don't think it's a big sect."

Oh, damn.

He thinks my sect's name is terrible and says it's not a big sect. This guy is a bit arrogant.

Jun Changxiao said, "Who are you?"

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

This wasn't just a bit arrogant, it was extremely arrogant!

"Shua!"

Ye Xingchen got up and walked out of the door. He said lightly, "Don't provoke me in the future, or else, I will …" His eyes flashed with killing intent.

"Bang!" The football shot from outside and accurately hit his face. Maybe because it happened too many times, he fainted again.

… …

When Ye Xingchen woke up, he found himself tied to a chair.

"Leader, he's awake!" Su Xiaomo said.

Jun Changxiao walked in from outside and said with a smile, "Kid, I don't care how awesome you are. From today onwards, you're a member of Iron Bone Clan."

His intuition told him that this guy with sharp eyes must have a story and his identity must not be simple.

The sect just happened to have 399 spots, so he recruited him first.

As for the missing spot, it was taken by Liu Wanshi. They just needed to fill in the form and stamp it.

Ye Xingchen's eyes were gloomy.

As one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors, he had just been reborn and had been plotted against. In the end, he was even tied up. If this could be tolerated, what could be tolerated?

"Kid!" He said coldly, "I won't join, because your sect doesn't have the qualifications to accommodate me."

Jun Changxiao said, "You think you're a Martial Emperor and can't be accommodated?"

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

At this time, according to the plot of the reincarnated main character, being looked down upon by the villainous sect leader would be a proper face-slapping mode.

In reality, Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, "I'll give you three to consider, or I won't be polite."

"Are you threatening me?" Ye Xingchen said.

Jun Changxiao retracted his body and waved his hand. "Not only am I threatening you, I'm also daring to hit you."

"Swoosh!"

Su Xiaomo punched him in the face and said arrogantly, "It's your fortune that the sect leader likes you. Why are you acting like a peerless expert with a stinky face!"

Ye Xingchen exploded in anger.

"You still dare to glare at me!" Su Xiaomo raised his fist again and began to violently destroy him. After a while, he was beaten black and blue.

Ye Xingchen, Night Emperor.

An existence that couldn't be provoked was reduced to this state. It made people sigh!

However, they still compromised in the end because they were moved to the martial arts field. Dozens of disciples stood far away with soccer balls under their feet. If they didn't agree, they would kick them until they agreed …