Martial Arts Competition

Outside the side room.

Xiao Ziji was lying in front of the stairs like a puddle of mud. His entire face was beaten up so badly that even his own mother wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Four hours!

Jun Changxiao was beaten up for two hours. He already had nothing left to live for, let alone him who had no cultivation base.

Of course.

The muscle molding room carried out rigorous and scientific tempering according to the different physiques of the martial artist. It wouldn't kill anyone because of excessive force.

"Junior Brother, what happened to you?"

"Who beat him up? They were too heavy-handed!"

"I heard that the Sect Master is carrying out special training for Junior Brother Xiao."

The disciples passing by all looked at him sympathetically.

Jun Changxiao walked over and sat on the stairs. "How do you feel?"

"It hurts …" Xiao Ziji said weakly.

Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's still the same thing. When the heavens give a great responsibility to a great man, it must first make his mind suffer and his muscles and bones tired."

Xiao Ziji didn't say anything. His eyes were full of decadence.

After being beaten up by the muscle molding room, it only hurt on the body. He couldn't condense spirit energy even with the help of a divine-grade mental cultivation method, but it hurt to the heart.

"Sect Master, I'm really a waste, a useless waste …" Xiao Ziji seemed to have accepted the arrangement of fate. He became even more depressed.

In this world, how could one become stronger? Only by absorbing spirit energy!

It was difficult to absorb, to strengthen oneself, and to open up blocked meridians. He was no different from a waste.

"Xiao Ziji."

Jun Changxiao looked at him and said sternly, "Remember this, there are no wastes in Iron Bone!"

"Sect Master, I …"

"Don't say anymore. From tomorrow onwards, come here every day to mold for eight hours."

Eight hours …

Xiao Ziji spread out his limbs and turned into mud again.

…

The next day.

When he opened his eyes, he found that not only did his body not hurt, but his muscles also changed significantly compared to yesterday.

"What's going on?" Xiao Ziji was confused, but he still followed the Sect Master's instructions. He went to the side room and entered the muscle molding room.

Jun Changxiao had already set it in advance. As long as he went in and closed the door, it would automatically open. The molding time was eight hours.

This time was really long.

After it was over, Xiao Ziji was once again a pile of mud, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

After eating the food cooked by Liu Wanshi and sleeping, his tiredness and pain disappeared. His muscles were even stronger, which made him very excited to go to the molding room.

"Eh? Junior Brother seems to be in a good mood today. "

"It can't be, right? After being tortured by the Sect Leader for two days, his heart has soared?"

All the disciples shook their heads.

If they knew that the molding room could quickly strengthen their bodies and muscles, they would definitely fight to be tortured.

…

Xiao Ziji was tortured during the day, while Jun Changxiao was tortured during the night. The two of them had staggered their times.

Speaking of which, why didn't he let the other disciples temper it? After all, having a good physical body foundation would be of great help in the future.

Jun Changxiao's intention was very simple. If Xiao Ziji could not absorb spiritual energy, he would first undergo special training to temper his body to the extreme, thus establishing his confidence in cultivating martial arts.

Needless to say.

After three days of training, Xiao Ziji tested again and again on the testing machine. His strength slowly increased from the previous twenty to thirty kilograms to fifty kilograms!

Because he had not opened his meridians and his aptitude, although the increase was slow, it gave him hope to become stronger. His depressed eyes flashed with hope.

"Sect Leader, disciple wants to increase the time!"

"How long?"

"Twelve hours!"

"Okay."

After Xiao Ziji left, Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "Do you want to buy a muscle molding room?"

This item was limited to five pieces per month.

"Ding!"

"Li Fei sent a letter to Ox Village, completed the sect mission."

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution points: 84/100."

"Sect achievement points: 71/100."

In the three days that Xiao Ziji was tempering his muscles, there were disciples who completed missions one after another, and both values increased by thirty points.

Jun Changxiao said, "There are still twenty plus missions that have not been released. If you finish them all, your achievement points will be full, and your contribution points will overflow."

"Buy it."

"Ding!"

"Host spent twenty contribution points, received muscle molding room x1, has been transferred to the spatial ring."

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution points: 64/100."

Jun Changxiao placed the two muscle molding rooms side by side, then renamed this room as the training room.

The disciples who completed their missions gathered together and gave out qi-gathering elixirs and rudimentary wooden swords as a reward.

…

There were mantras, formations, training rooms, and professional chefs. Only the ninth-rate Iron Bone Zheng Sect was developing in a good direction.

But Jun Changxiao knew that the sect had just started, and he still had a long way to go.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang came to report, "The inner yard has been reconstructed."

"How much did you spend?" Jun Changxiao asked.

Li Qingyang said embarrassedly, "Of the ten thousand taels that Sect Leader gave me, there are still two thousand left."

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, He's really generous.

The more money you spend, the better the results.

When he came to the inner yard, he looked at the rows of buildings and nodded with satisfaction.

Li Qingyang pointed to the luxurious courtyard in the distance, and said, "Sect Leader, this is your residence, an independent courtyard with a pond, a backyard, and a study."

"Not bad, not bad," Jun Changxiao said.

Li Qingyang continued, "To the north is where the male disciples live, and to the south is where the female disciples live. There's a small practice field in each."

"Sigh."

Jun Changxiao said, "I forgot to remind you, the female disciples' rooms should be closer to my courtyard."

Li Qingyang was speechless.

"Oh, right."

Jun Changxiao said, "Pick a few disciples with good potential, and let them enter the training room in batches to train with Zui Ji, each one will have two hours."

…

"Senior Brother, what is this?"

Li Qingyang brought Su Xiaomo and the other disciples to stand in front of the two muscle molding rooms, staring at each other.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Xiao Ziji walked in and punched the strength testing machine, and the number displayed was three hundred kilograms. (Note: Displayed as three hundred kilograms, numbers are substituted for convenience.)

"This …" Li Qingyang and the others were tongue-tied.

Junior Brother Xiao had not opened his meridians, and his punch did not have any spirit energy, yet he could produce a strength comparable to a second stage meridian opening martial artist. It was simply terrifying!

"Junior Brother."

Su Xiaomo walked over and touched Xiao Ziji's firm muscles, and said in surprise, "Are you born with divine strength?"

"No."

Xiao Ziji looked at the muscle molding room, and said, "It's all thanks to this."

As he spoke, he opened the door and went in. The muscle molding room immediately shook, and the sound of punches could be heard.

Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, and the others leaned in and heard the commotion inside. Their expressions immediately became interesting.

No wonder Junior Brother's face was bruised and swollen these days, so he was beaten up inside!

"Let me give it a try."

Li Qingyang entered another muscle molding room. As Jun Changxiao had set it beforehand, it was activated the moment the door closed.

Two hours later.

The number one genius of Qingyang City slid out while foaming at the mouth.

… …

In the main hall.

Jun Changxiao was cultivating the Body Metamorphosis Scripture.

For the past few days, he had been molding for four hours every night. Not only did his strength increase, but his muscles also showed beautiful lines.

"Phew!"

Jun Changxiao exhaled and said, "I hope I can succeed in unlocking my meridians this time."

Perhaps it was due to the tempering of his muscles, he gathered spiritual energy to attack his blocked meridians, and finally opened them!

"Huff huff!"

The majestic spiritual energy whistled through his meridians like a surging flood, and he enjoyed the feeling very much.

"Hahaha!"

"I finally succeeded, I finally opened them!"

This meridian opening had an extraordinary meaning for Jun Changxiao, as he did not rely on experience points or elixirs. He relied entirely on his own efforts to open them.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission [Unceasing Self-Improvement]. The reward is 10 contribution points!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 74/100."

Jun Changxiao muttered, "As expected, I can complete the hidden mission by relying on my own efforts to open a meridian."

"Ding!"

"Host has opened twelve meridians. Requirement met. Epic mission activated!"

Jun Changxiao was stunned. He hurriedly opened the data panel and saw that there was an additional epic mission under the sect mission. The content was: Qingyang County will be holding a martial arts competition in ten days. Bring five disciples to participate [Incomplete].