Spirit Spring Sect

Jun Changxiao didn't know anything about the Spirit Spring Sect, so he smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Of course there's something."

Wei Yinu strode over, his eyes full of disdain, "You beat up my Spirit Spring Sect's disciple, how can you leave so peacefully?"

"What?"

"Beat up a Spirit Spring Sect disciple?"

"Iron Bone is in trouble!"

"Last year, an eighth-rate sect's disciple beat up a Spirit Spring Sect disciple. As a result, the head of the sect personally brought all the disciples to apologize."

"What happened next?"

"The disciple who beat up the disciple was crippled and expelled from the sect. The eighth-rate sect compensated the Spirit Spring Sect with a lot of silver."

"So, Iron Bone is really in trouble!"

Everyone discussed in low voices, looking at Jun Changxiao with some sympathy in their eyes.

The deacon of the Long Blade Sect coldly snorted, "Provoking the Spirit Spring Sect is equal to provoking the King of Hell. Little brat, just wait for your bad luck."

The martial artists of various sects paid Jun Changxiao to teach them martial arts, but he and the Tiger's Howl Sect disciples didn't go. After all, they were the ones who ridiculed them the most and didn't have the face to ask for advice.

Now that the Spirit Spring Sect's elder appeared, their twisted mentality was instantly aroused. They wanted to see that guy being humiliated and bullied.

"So you're from the Spirit Spring Sect."

Jun Changxiao pretended to be enlightened and nodded, "Yes, I beat them up, beat them up …" He calculated and said, "There should be five of them."

Five?

The martial artists of various sects twitched their mouths.

Last year, when an eighth-rate sect's disciple beat up one, the head of the sect brought all the disciples to apologize. Now that you beat up five, there's no chance of reconciliation!

Wei Yinu lightly said, "Since Head Jun admits it, I will seek justice for the disciples who were beaten up."

"Ding!"

"Side quest triggered!"

There's another quest?

Jun Changxiao hurriedly opened the status panel and saw the side quest: Teach a lesson to the Spirit Spring Sect's elder who came looking for trouble 0/1 [Elite Quest].

"Elite Quest?"

As an earthling, Head Jun had played online games before. There were elite quests, most of which required players to deal with a small boss.

Elite quests were usually difficult, but the rewards were also very rich.

Interesting, interesting! Jun Changxiao took back the Attribute Panel and rubbed his nose. "Your disciple molested a female disciple of my sect. I'm kind and only gave them a small punishment. How dare you f * cking lick your face and ask for justice in front of me?"

The martial artists of the various sects were all dumbfounded.

The Iron Bone Sect Leader had already brought the 'motherf * cker' out. Wasn't he afraid of angering the other party and causing things to develop to an irreconcilable point?

One was looking for trouble, while the other wanted to complete the mission.

Adjustment?

It simply did not exist.

The deacon of the Long Blade Martial School and the disciple of the Tiger Whistle Martial School were secretly delighted.

Daring to swear in front of the irascible Spirit Spring Sect Elder, this was definitely courting death!

True enough.

Wei Yinu's face darkened, and his eyes flickered with anger as he said, "Brat, you're fucking courting death!"

"Crack!"

Clenching his fists, twelve rays of light appeared on his wrists.

"Tsk."

Jun Changxiao said disdainfully, "And here I thought that the Elder of the Spirit Spring Sect was some big shot. Turns out he's just a trash at the twelfth stage of the Channel Opening Realm."

Everyone was speechless.

You're the Sect Leader, but your strength is at most at the fifth stage of the Channel Opening Realm. You have the nerve to say that!

Hearing the word 'trash', Wei Yinu's anger became even stronger. He immediately pointed to the side and said, "Little bastard, you have the guts to challenge me on the Grievance Stage!"

"Shua! Shua! "

Everyone moved aside, and a stone platform about ten meters long and three meters high appeared behind them.

This was the Grievance Stage of Qingyang City.

There was one in each of the four districts. Martial artists were not allowed to fight in the city. If there were any grievances, they could settle it on the stage.

"Elder Wei has issued a challenge!"

Everyone exclaimed.

In a world where martial arts were respected, a martial artist issuing a challenge to another martial artist was a very serious matter!

"Will Sect Leader Jun accept the challenge?"

"If the disparity in strength is too great, he has the right to refuse the challenge. Although Sect Leader Jun has rich martial arts experience, his cultivation is very low. He probably won't accept the challenge!"

"That's true, but he is the Sect Leader. Since Elder Wei has issued a challenge, according to his position, he must accept the challenge!"

While everyone was discussing, they kept looking at Jun Changxiao. After all, no matter how much they guessed, the decision of whether to accept the challenge or not was up to him.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered, "On the Grievance Stage, life and death are not discussed."

"It can't be, right?"

Jun Changxiao's face slightly changed.

Li Qingyang looked at Wei Yinu and said, "Let this disciple accept his challenge."

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "The challenge was issued by an elder. How can I let this disciple take the risk?"

While speaking, he strode toward the Grievance Stage.

"He accepted the challenge!"

"Sect Leader Jun actually accepted the challenge!"

"With his cultivation, he will definitely be beaten black and blue by Elder Wei!"

Martial artists from various sects were talking at once.

Among them, there were people with ulterior motives, such as the deacons of the Long Blade Sect and the disciples of the Tiger's Howl Sect.

"That's too reckless!" Lu Qianqian frowned.

The elder of the Spirit Spring Sect was at the twelfth level of the Channel Opening Realm, while Jun Changxiao was only at the fifth level. With such a big gap, wasn't he courting death?

The new disciples were also worried. The Sect Leader was very good in martial arts knowledge, but his cultivation was too low. How could he face the elder of the Spirit Spring Sect who was close to the Martial Disciple level?

When Jun Changxiao strode onto the Grievance Stage, no one was optimistic about him, whether it was martial artists from various sects or their own disciples.

"Hahaha!" Wei Yinu also stepped onto the Grievance Stage and laughed, "Kid, if you were a coward, this elder might have let you go. Since you stepped onto the stage, you should be prepared to die."

"Is that so?"

Jun Changxiao disagreed.

This kid was so calm. It was necessary to let him know this elder's strength!

Wei Yinu rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists. His muscles bulged, revealing his blue veins.

"Elder Wei's main cultivation is the physical body. Without any martial arts, he can shatter a two thousand jin boulder with a single punch!"

"Oh my god!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

A martial artist at the twelfth level of the Meridian Opening Realm could shatter a one thousand five hundred jin boulder. This was already very powerful!

"This is nothing."

A Spirit Spring Sect disciple proudly said, "Our Elder Wei, in the wilderness, once killed a Martial Disciple level beast with his bare hands!"

"What?!"

Everyone was shocked.

A Martial Disciple level beast was killed with his bare hands with his Meridian Opening Realm strength. This was simply terrifying!

Although the beast he killed was injured, but seeing the shock on the faces of the martial artists, Wei Yinu's face was filled with pride.

However, when he looked at Jun Changxiao, he discovered that he was holding up his little finger and was — — picking his nose!

Ga!

The martial artists of various sects were all dumbstruck.

On the sacred and dignified Grievance Stage, this guy actually did such an indecent thing in front of everyone!

What was even more exaggerated was that he even dug out a large lump and bounced it onto the shoes of the Spirit Spring Sect elder.

"Ahhh!"

Wei Yinu seemed to have received a great humiliation. He angrily roared, gathering his strength and punching out with his right fist.

"Huff huff!"

Wei Yinu's strike was infused with his twelfth level cultivation. Instantly, a visible wave of air appeared!

Jun Changxiao's hands were behind his back, his face indifferent.

"Sect leader …"

Li Qingyang's expression was grave.

Lu Qianqian, who had always been cold, also had a rare look of worry on her face.

"It's over!"

"That guy was hit. If he didn't die, he would be injured!"

"Boom!"

A muffled sound rang out, rolling up waves of wind, blowing everyone's hair, sleeves, and corners of their clothes.