Sect Head and the senior apprentices are back!
The tranquil Ironbone Sect was broken by a shout, imdiately becoming noisy.
Many disciples heard from Su Xiaomo that Junior Brother Xiao Zuiji not only won the championship, the other senior brothers had taken over the top spots. There was a lot of excited cheering.
As a sect mber, this was naturally their honor as well!
Ah Liu Wanshi was standing by the dining hall, pursing her lips. I plumped them up with such great difficulty. Only a few days have passed but theyre so thin now.
Sect Head, what to do with him? Xiao Zuiji asked, still carrying the unconscious Ye Xingchen.
Jun Changxiao considered it.
Place him in the dicine pavilion.
Xiao Zuiji listened and walked toward the dicine pavilion, tossing Ye Xingchen into the patient ward. As he left, he thought he heard the man sleep-talking, I must go against Heavens will
Oppose Heaven?
Does Heaven owe you money?
Xiao Zuiji thought the man was talking in a dream and did not pay attention, turning around to depart.
On the field.
Many disciples stared at the black-and-white spheroid in confusion. Senior Brother, what is this?
Su Xiaomo explained with a smile, This is called a Happy Football, sothing the sect head took out. He said that if we kick it everyday, not only will it cultivate temperant, it can also enhance the strength of our legs.
A disciple walked over, squinting at the small characters written on the ball. A special-purpose ball celebrating how the Chinese ns Football Team defeated the Brazilian ns Football Team in the 8018 World Cup Final.
Senior Brother, what does that an?
I dont know either. Su Xiaomo waved his hand, Make way, Ill kick it and show you.
Okay!
The crowd drew back.
Su Xiaomo took several steps back, ran forward, then kicked powerfully. There was a xiu and the rubber ball explosively flew into the air, blasting into the outer wall and leaving a hollow indent.
This kick of his was similar to the powerful Vajra Kick in Shaolin football!
Pah, pah.
Su Xiaomo clapped his hands. How is it?
Fierce!
Senior Brother, a mont ago, your kick had at least 1000 jin!
The disciples exclaid.
Worthy of the 8018 football. It withstood such high strength. Not only did it rebound off the wall, it wasnt dented in the least!
Jun Changxiao spent 10 contribution points to buy this Happy Football, letting the disciples play with it in order to train tacit understanding.
The next day.
The field was temporarily transford into a football field. Aftering informing the disciples of the rules, they were divided into two teams and started to compete.
My face hurts groaned Ye Xingchen, leisurely waking up in the dicine pavilion. He subconsciously touched his face, but his eyes hardened from the pain.
He vaguely rembered that a hidden weapon had hit himself, flying from nowhere and knocking him unconscious.
Hateful!
I, Ye Xingchen.
I once dominated a whole generation of Martial Emperors, but was unexpectedly knocked out by a hidden weapon.
Having taken a rest, he got up with difficulty and sized up his surroundings. Was I rescued by soone?
Whatever.
Lets leave this place first, look for a cave abundant with spiritual power in so blessed land and cultivate. I should strive to enter Martial Emperor as soon as possible.
Ye Xingchen opened the door with a creak. But he hadnt even stepped out before there was a bang and his face was pounded by a football.
He fell straight down.
Li Fei! Su Xiaomo hollered from the field. What type of pass was that?
The disciple nad Li Fei scratched his head in embarrassnt. Senior Brother, that was my first ti, I still havent figured out how to aim.
Quickly get the ball!
Yes! Yes!
Li Fei quickly collected the ball.
The Ironbone Sect disciples resud their harmonious and joyful ga. Although it seed like they were amateurs, with their cultivation, their kicks were strong and their stamina rigorous.
HateHateful Ye Xingchen covered his face as he stood up, irrationally upset. Plotting against this Emperor!
Bang!
The football flew into the dicine pavilion at a cunning angle, directly hitting his forehead.
He collapsed once more.
Su Xiaomo went crazy as he yelled, Li Fei, what sort of footwork is that?!
Li Fei scratched his head awkwardly, then ran over and picked up the ball.
Pah!
Ye Xingchen used one hand to support himself as he slowly stood up, his vision filled with killing intent. The enmity of today, this Emperor will rember it!
Saying this, he quickly ran to the door and closed it, for fear that the round hidden weapon would fly over again.
Who are these people?
Why are they plotting against this Emperor?
Ye Xingchen pressed against the door, leaning to peak outside the window at the field.
Creak
At this ti, the door was unexpectedly shoved open.
Jun Changxiao stepped inside and saw an empty bed. He was puzzled and said, Where did that guy go?
Putong!
Ye Xingchen, who had been sandwiched between the door and the wall, fell over, foaming at the mouth.
Jun Changxiao turned around in confusion, Why was he hiding behind the door?
After half an hour.
Ye Xingchen woke up and his whole body was sore. He coldly asked, Who are you?
Oh?
Jun Changxiao was surprised.
This fellow looked young, but his eyes held the vicissitude of ti like he had eaten many roads and walked many rice.
Not simple, not simple.
Jun Changxiao said, I am Jun Changxiao, Ironbone Unyielding Sects sect head.
Ironbone Unyielding Sect?
Ye Xingchen indifferently said, Such a coarse sect na, its definitely not a major sect.
Aiya.
Goddamn.
He says my sect na is unrefined, then added that it must not be a major sect. This fellow is a bit of a dick.
Jun Changxiao asked, Who are you?
Ye Xingchen squared his shoulders and proudly said, You need only to rember that I am an existence you cannot offend.
He wasnt a little bit of a dick, he was really a dick!
Shua!
Ye Xingcheng stood up and walked towards the door, saying, Do not provoke in the future. Otherwise, I will
His eyes glittered with murderous intentions as he threatened.
Bang!
A football shot from outside, accurately striking his face. Perhaps it was because this had happened too many tis already, but he fainted.
When Ye Xingchen woke up, he discovered that he was tied to a chair.
Sect Head, hes awake! Su Xiaomo announced.
Jun Changxiao walked inside and smiled, Boy, this Lord doesnt care how great you are, starting today, you are a mber of the Ironbone Unyielding Sect.
His intuition told him that this sharp-looking fellow had a story, a status that wasnt simple.
The sect still had 399 quotas, so one was given to this guy.
As for why there werent 400, one spot was occupied by Liu Wanshi, though they had yet to go through the formal procedure.
Ye Xingchens eyes were dark.
As one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors, after his rebirth, he had been plotted against, attacked by a hidden weapon, and finally tied up. He could endure, but could not tolerate!
Boy! he gritted out. I will not join, because your sect is unqualified to accept .
Jun Changxiao said, Do you take yourself as a Martial Emperor? Were not worthy of you?
Ye Xingchens eyes darkened, looking very scary.
At this ti, according to the plot of a powerhouses rebirth, he had been ridiculed by the villainous sect master, so the properly installed face-slapping mode should activate.
In reality, Jun Changxiao leaned over and said, I will give you three minutes to consider, otherwise this Lord will be impolite.
Are you threatening ? Ye Xingchen seethed.
Jun Changxiao leaned back and waved his hands. This Lord is not rely threatening, but actually dares to hit you.
Shua!
Su Xiaomo clenched his fist and landed a punch, arrogantly saying, Sect Head has taken a liking to you, that is your good fortune. Stop giving us such a dirty look, acting like so peerless expert!
Ye Xingchen nearly exploded with rage.
You dare glare at ? Su Xiaomo clenched his fist again, starting a violent assault. By the ti he was done, the man was black and blue.
Ye Xingchen, the Night Emperor.
A person you could not offend was reduced to this, making readers boo (press the dislike button)!
However, in the end, his near future was even more miserable.
He was soon moved to the field where dozens of disciples stared at him from afar. They played with the Happy Football, under the agreent that they would kick a ball towards his face one by one, kicking until he agreed
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