"The head and senior sister and senior brother are back!"

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

When many disciples learned from Su Xiaomo's mouth that the little junior brother Xiao Sinji not only won the championship, but several senior brothers also won the top three, they immediately cheered excitedly.

As a member of the sect, I naturally value this honor!

"Hey. ”

Liu Wanshi leaned in front of the dining hall and pouted: "I finally made them fat and fat, and they have lost a lot of weight in just a few days." ”

"Master, what should I do with this person?" said Xiao Sinji, carrying the unconscious Night Star.

Jun Changxiao thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's settle it in the Medicine Pavilion first." ”

Xiao Sin had been ordered, walked into the medicine pavilion, threw Ye Xingchen on the ward, and was about to leave, when he heard the man almost dream: "I want to ...... against the sky"

Against the sky?

God owes you money?

Xiao Sinji thought he was talking in his sleep, ignored it, and turned to leave.

......

On the martial arts field.

Many disciples stared at a black and white sphere with wide eyes, and wondered, "Senior brother, what is this?"

Su Xiaomo said with a smile: "This is called happy football, it is taken out by the head, and it is said that it is a kick every day, which can not only cultivate sentiment, but also improve foot strength." ”

A disciple leaned over, looked at the small words written on the football, and read: "In 8018, in the World Cup final, the Chinese men's football team defeated the Brazilian men's football team with a special ball. ”

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

"I don't know. ”

Su Xiaomo waved her hand and said, "Get out of the way, I'll give you a kick." ”

"Good!"

The crowd hurriedly retreated.

Su Xiaomo took a few steps back, ran up, and shot hard, but when she heard a 'boom', the ball exploded away and smashed the outer wall, showing a depression and crack.

His kick is comparable to the strong King Kong foot in Shaolin football!

"Smack. ”

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

"Awesome!"

"Senior brother, you kicked it just now, at least a thousand catties!"

The disciples exclaimed.

It is worthy of the football of 8018, which bears such a high force, but it is bounced back, and it is not broken or deformed.

......

Jun Changxiao spent 10 points of contribution value to buy a happy football and let the disciples play when they were fine, the purpose was to train the tacit understanding.

Following.

Slightly transform the martial arts arena into a simple football field, and after informing the disciples of the rules, let them divide into two teams and start to compete.

"My face hurts...... Ye Xingchen, who was lying in the medicine pavilion, woke up slowly, subconsciously touched his face, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been hit by a flying hidden weapon, and then fell unconscious.

Damn it!

I, the night star.

The generation of Martial Emperors who once dominated the continent was unexpectedly overshadowed by a secret weapon!

After a short rest, he struggled to get up, then looked at his surroundings and muttered, "Was he saved by someone else?"

"No matter. ”

"Leave this place first, find a blessed land with abundant spiritual power, start cultivating, and strive to enter the Martial Emperor as soon as possible. ”

Night Star opened the door with a 'creak', but before he could get out, he heard a 'bang', his whole face was hit by a football, and then he fell straight to the ground.

"Li Fei!"

Su Xiaomo, who was on the martial arts field, roared: "How did you pass the ball!"

The disciple who asked Li Fei scratched his head and said, "Senior brother, the first time I kicked it, I haven't found the right head." ”

"Go pick up the ball!"

"Good!"

Li Fei hurriedly picked up the ball.

The disciples of the Iron Bone Sect kicked happily again, although it didn't even look like an amateur team, but they opened several pulses, and the ball kicked out was still very strong!

"Yes...... Damn ......" Night Xingchen covered his face and stood up, and said angrily: "Plotting against the emperor again!"

"Bang!"

The soccer ball flew into the Medicine Pavilion at a tricky angle again, hitting him directly on the head, and the man fell straight down again.

Su Xiaomo hugged and said frantically: "Li Fei, what kind of footwork are you!"

Li Fei scratched his head in embarrassment, then picked up the ball and continued to kick.

"Smack. Ye Xingchen put one hand on the hospital bed, slowly stood up, his eyes flashed with monstrous murderous intent, and said: "Today's hatred, this emperor has written it down!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly ran to the door and closed the door, for fear that the round hidden weapon would fly in again.

"Who are these people?"

"Why do you want to plot against Bendi?"

The night star was attached to the wall in front of the door, and he looked sideways at the martial arts arena through the window.

"Crunch!"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jun Changxiao walked in, saw that the hospital bed was empty, and wondered: "What about the kid?"

"Poof. Night Star, who was squeezed behind the door, straightened up and fell to his side, foaming at the mouth with a mouth.

Jun Chang turned around with a smile and said, "Why is he hiding behind the door?"

......

Half an hour later.

Night Xingchen's body pain gradually dissipated, and his eyes said coldly, "Who are you?"

"Huh?"

Jun Chang smiled and was surprised.

This guy looks smaller than himself, but his eyes reveal a sense of vicissitudes, as if he has eaten a lot of roads and walked a lot of meters.

It's not simple, it's not simple.

Jun Chang smiled: "My name is Jun Changxiao, the head of the iron-clad Zheng faction." ”

Iron-clad?

Ye Xingchen said lightly: "With such an ugly sect name, I don't think it's a big sect. ”

Oops, I'll go.

I think the name of my sect is ugly, and I also say that it is not a big sect, this guy is a bit hanging.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Who are you?"

Night Star raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "You just need to remember that I am an existence that you can't afford to mess with." ”

It's not a bit hanging, it's very hanging!

"Brush!"

Night Xingchen got up and walked to the door, and said lightly: "Don't provoke me in the future, otherwise, I will ......" There was a murderous flashing in his eyes.

"Bang!" the soccer ball shot from the outburst and hit him in the face accurately, probably because of the number of times, this time he fainted again.

......

When the night star came to his senses again, he found himself bound to a chair with a big tie.

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

Jun Changxiao walked in from the outside and said with a smile: "Boy, no matter how awesome you are in this seat, from today onwards, you will be a member of my iron-clad faction." ”

His intuition told him that this sharp-eyed guy must have a story, and his identity must not be simple.

There happened to be 399 places left in the sect, so I recruited him first.

As for the lesser place, it was occupied by Liu Wanshi, so she had to go through the procedure to fill in the form and seal it.

Night Star's gaze was gloomy.

As one of the former top ten martial emperors, he was just reborn, was plotted one after another, and was finally tied up, which is bearable, which is unbearable!

"Boy!" he said coldly, "I won't join because your sect is not qualified to accommodate me." ”

Jun Chang smiled and said, "You think you are the Martial Emperor, and you can't accommodate you?"

Night Star's gaze became more and more eerie, and he looked very scary.

At this time, according to the plot of the rebirth of the protagonist of the strong, he was so despised by the villain boss that he properly turned on the mode of pretending to be forced to slap his face.

The reality is that Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, "Give you three counts to think about it, otherwise don't be polite." ”

"Are you threatening me?" said Nightstar.

Jun Chang smiled and retracted, waved his hand, and said, "This seat not only threatens you, but also dares to beat you." ”

"Brush!"

Su Xiaomo swung his fist and hit him in the face, and said arrogantly: "The boss is your blessing to take a fancy to you, pull a stinky face, and pretend to be a peerless master!"

Night Star exploded.

"Dare to stare at me!" Su Xiaomo raised his fist again and began to violently destroy, and after a while, he was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

Night Star, Night Emperor.

An unprovoked existence has fallen to this, which is embarrassing!

However, in the end, I still compromised, because I was moved to the martial arts arena, dozens of disciples stood far away, with happy football at their feet, and if they didn't agree, they kicked one by one, and kicked until they agreed......