Requirements

Jun Changxiao refreshed the store 5 times and spent 90 contribution points. 40 of them were spent on unimportant items, which made his heart ache.

But fortunately, the Sect Protection Formation was refreshed. It was worth it.

He clicked on the details — —

Item: Beginner Grade Sect Protection Formation

Effect: After use, it can be used to set up a defensive formation in the sect to prevent non-sect members from entering.

Time Limit: Use immediately.

Price: 50 contribution points.

Note: If the formation is successfully set up, it will be activated by default. It will consume 1 contribution point every day.

"Buy!"

Jun Changxiao didn't consider that this was a consumable formation and directly bought it.

"Ding!"

"The host has spent 50 contribution points and obtained Beginner Grade Sect Protection Formation x1. It has been transferred to the space ring."

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution points: 124/500."

The Beginner Grade Sect Protection Formation was the same as the Spirit Formation. It had a small flag and a manual.

"I will set it up at dawn." Jun Changxiao secretly said.

There were assassins lurking in the dark. Iron Bone disciples stayed in the main hall for the night. Several disciples were responsible for changing shifts.

During this time, Su Xiaomo took the initiative to bandage Ye Xingchen's wounds and wrapped both of his buttocks with bandages.

The night passed uneventfully.

After daybreak, Jun Changxiao ordered his disciples to form groups of a few people and set up a perimeter to set up a formation.

"Shua! Shua! "

Small flags were inserted outside the sect wall. After half an hour of setting up, they finally surrounded the sect.

"Xiu!"

Light flashed and formed a light shield that covered the entire Iron Bone. It immediately became transparent.

Jun Changxiao stood at the gate and reached out his hand to touch the transparent barrier. He didn't find any changes. It was hard to believe that there was a formation in front of him.

The System said: "The Sect Protection Formation will only appear when an outsider enters or attacks. It will be hidden in the space normally."

"How strong is it?" Jun Changxiao asked.

The System said, "It should be able to withstand the attack of a Wuzong level powerhouse from the Starfall Continent."

Jun Changxiao was relieved.

The System said, "The level of the Beginner Grade Sect Protection Formation is a little low. If the host finds a higher level one in the future, you can replace it."

"Yes."

Jun Changxiao said, "Tell me, what is the sect lacking right now?"

If it weren't for the system notification, he wouldn't have known about the existence of the Sect Protection Formation. Therefore, he had to ask about it first.

The System said: "The Sect is still missing the divisions of Personal Disciple, Inner Disciple, Outer Disciple, Vice Sect Leader, Elder, and so on. It is still missing the Forging Pavilion, Martial Skill Pavilion, Mental Cultivation Technique Pavilion …"

"No rush, no rush." Jun Changxiao said, "Take it slow."

There were only a hundred or so direct disciples and inner disciples, so there was no need to do so for the time being.

As for the positions of Vice Sect Leader and Elder, there were currently no disciples who were qualified for them, so they had to take it one step at a time.

…

Now that there was a Sect Protecting Grand Formation, Jun Changxiao felt relieved.

The disciples were the same as usual, either cultivating or playing football. As for Ye Xingchen, he also began his first cultivation after his rebirth.

He focused more on cultivating the Yi Jin Jing. After all, in his previous life, he had suffered a loss because his body was not molded to the extreme. In this life, he had to focus on building a good foundation.

However.

He, who only had a low-grade spirit root, was the same as an ordinary disciple. If he wanted to cultivate successfully, he would need to spend time.

This matter told us that even if one dominated the continent in his previous life and was reborn as an ordinary person, it was impossible to immediately defy the heavens.

Jun Changxiao's contribution points could be considered rich. He opened the spirit energy array and let the disciples cultivate. Then, he waved to Ye Xingchen and said, "Come, come, I will bring you to a fun place."

A fun place?

Ye Xingchen finally stood in front of the Muscle Molding Machine.

"Go in." Jun Changxiao said.

Damn it!

This guy actually wants this emperor to crawl through the dog hole!

"Shua!" Jun Changxiao directly pressed him in and started the Muscle Molding Machine. The time was — 10 hours.

"Peng! Peng! Peng! "

"Ah — — —"

…

Late at night, Ye Xingchen was lying on the bed like a puddle of mud. His eyes revealed that he had nothing to live for.

It must be because this emperor's posture was wrong that he ended up in such a state …

Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the others stood in front of their respective rooms. Their hands were on the hilt of their swords, obviously waiting for the assassin to appear.

"Peng, peng!"

On the small martial arts field, Su Xiaomo was skillfully tossing the ball.

For him, who paid attention to speed, kicking the ball could be a good tool to train his footwork.

The one with the most skill was still Jun Changxiao. He was sitting in the study, holding a bamboo slip called "Records of the Grand Historian". The author was Sima Qian.

This was bought when the system refreshed. It could be considered as a cramming of Chinese history in another world.

"Xiu!"

At this moment, the sound of wind breaking could be heard.

Damn it!

The assassin was in the sect!

Jun Changxiao, who thought that he could rest easy, hurriedly retreated. However, the ice-cold sharp sword still pierced towards him.

Soon, he couldn't dodge it!

Helpless, he could only raise the Records of the Grand Historian in his hands to protect his vital parts.

"Ding!"

The sharp sword pierced the bamboo slip, producing a metallic sound and sending sparks everywhere!

The black-clothed man's hand was numb from the impact. His eyes were filled with astonishment. However, he couldn't care about anything else and jumped out of the window.

Jun Changxiao was also dumbfounded.

Is the thing in my hand a bamboo slip or a piece of iron?!

Without time to be dazed, Jun Changxiao jumped out of the window. However, the black-clothed man had already rushed out of the Desert Eagle's shooting range.

At this moment, Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang heard the news and rushed over. They were about to chase after the disappearing shadow.

"No need to chase." Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said.

No need to chase?

Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang were stunned. Soon after, they heard a 'peng' sound. They saw the black-clothed man's four limbs and face sticking to the Flowing Light Barrier. Then, with a 'zi zi' sound, he slid down.

"Formation!"

The two exclaimed in unison.

Jun Changxiao rolled up his sleeves and strode over.

The Desert Eagle in his hand was already loaded and the safety was pulled. He pointed the gun at the assassin who had fallen on the ground and shouted, "You motherf * cker, run!"

The black-clothed man suppressed the dizziness from the impact and flew to the side again. In the end, he still crashed into the sect-protecting formation.

"What's going on!" Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and the other disciples rushed over. When they saw the black-clothed man crouching under the Flowing Light Barrier, they were immediately dumbfounded.

"What is that Flowing Light?"

"Is it a formation?"

"Since when did our sect have this thing?!"

Everyone found it hard to understand.

The black-clothed man hiding in the inner court was also puzzled. After all, nothing happened when he sneaked in. How could there be a formation?!

"Bang!" Just at this moment, Jun Changxiao strode over. His right fist, which was infused with spiritual energy, smashed into his face. Like a cannonball, he crashed into the wall of the room.

This assassin was only a fourth grade Martial Disciple. The reason why he could appear and disappear unpredictably was because of his exquisite movement technique. Now that he had been seen and lost his advantage, he would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of a fifth grade Martial Disciple.

Jun Changxiao walked over. He placed the gun at his waist, picked up the bamboo block, and smashed it fiercely.

Needless to say, the bamboo block that used history as a mirror was quite handy. In a short while, the assassin's head was full of blood and he was lying on the ground dispiritedly.

The corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched as he stood in the distance. He said, "This guy is too cruel!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to host for completing the hidden mission [Nowhere to Hide]. The reward is 30 contribution points!"

"Ding!"

"Sect contribution points: 153/500!"

Damn.

For this guy, I spent so many contribution points and only received 30 points.

"Seal his meridians and lock him up!"

"Yes!"

A gold medal assassin, on his 265th assassination attempt, was accidentally captured and became a prisoner.

He was sent to a sealed room. The assassin that was previously captured saw the pattern of his fingerprints and was shocked. "Even an assassin of this level has fallen in the hands of Iron Bone!"

Jun Changxiao stood outside. Through the crack in the door, he caught the change in the assassin's eyes. He coldly said, "It must be another one sent by the Spirit Spring Sect!"

The next day.

He handed over the sect's affairs to Li Qingyang and went down the mountain alone. On his belt was the Desert Eagle and the pocket-sized Hard to Keep Blade. The direction he was heading to — — Spirit Spring Mountain!

"Senior sister, the sect master seems to be very angry!" Watching the furious figure disappear on the mountain road, Li Qingyang said solemnly.

Lu Qianqian leaned against the door and said indifferently, "He sent assassins to ambush us one after another. If it were me, I would definitely kill my way to their door."

"Will the sect master be okay?"

"You should be more concerned about whether the Spirit Spring Sect can still exist."