Chapter 22

"What?! Li Qingyang joined the Ironbone faction?"

"What?! The Ironbone faction leader pointed at the Cangshan faction elders and made him grateful?"

"What?! Elder Lingquan had his arm chopped off by that guy?"

The warrior who hadn't witnessed the incident firsthand, upon learning about it from others, had a uniformly aggressive expression.

I have to say.

Xun Jun often laughed at the three things he did in Yanwuchang, and one of them was very sensational!

When he landed with a flourish, Qianqian and Li Qingyang left. In just half a day, the city exploded, and everyone was arguing about it.

"Impossible!"

"Why would the trash clan have such a sturdy leader?"

"Don't pass on rumors?"

"It's not a rumor, it's true! I saw it with my own eyes in Yanwuchang!"

"This is incredible!"

"The Iron Chief cut off Elder Wei's arm, does it mean he completely offended Lingquan?"

"Lingquan Sect is not easy to mess with. In my opinion, it won't take long before they come to Qingyang Village for trouble!"

Jun Changxiao is also worried about everyone's concerns.

However, thinking that he still has 97 points of contribution value, he can redeem more products, and he has no fear: "As long as the people of Lingquan Sect dare to come, I will make them regret it."

For the purpose of crossing realms?

Isn't it just about getting stronger, about projecting strength?

Being bullied? Still bullied at the doorstep? This kind of thing can't be tolerated by the leader, nor by the followers.

The head of Yunjun is now looking forward to it. If Lingquan comes to find trouble for himself, he can better promote the prestige of the martial arts and let the world know—I can't be messed with!

Uh ...

The two old wooden doors, after a gust of wind, heard the sound of 'creaking', as if they were about to fall off at any time.

Li Qingyang stood ten meters outside the door, looking at the dilapidated building, and glanced at the plaque hanging on the door. The corner of his mouth drew slightly: "Head, I'm back now, is it too late?"

"Too late."

Xun Jun often smiled bitterly.

My dear officials, this is my Iron-Bone faction!

In one hundred years, to develop it into the strongest martial arts school, and recruit 100,000 disciples, it is simply a challenging task!

"Hey, hey!"

A three-year-old child with bare buttocks hopped up and stopped at the corner of the door, relieving himself on the weeds.

"Argh!"

Jun Changxiao drew his sword with a growl. "You little brat! How dare you pee in front of the Iron-Bone School! I'll cut off your little thing!"

"Head calm, head calm!" Li Qingyang hurriedly intervened.

"Wow!"

The three-year-old burst into tears, running away with his pants around his ankles, shouting aggrievedly: "Mom... the mean man is bullying me!"

"Argh!"

Jun Changxiao growled again. "You dare to call me mean again, I'll kill you right now!"

"Head calm, head calm!" Li Qingyang desperately restrained him.

"Hoo!"

Jun Changxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "How can the leader of a sect argue with a three-year-old child."

"Brush!"

He dashed his sleeves and said, "Let's go, let's ..."

"Plunk!"

As soon as Xun walked to the door, the plaque hanging on it was blown down by the wind and hit him directly on the forehead, and he fell to the ground with his feet in the air.

Li Qingyang: "..."

Lu Lu: "..."

"Ahhh! I want to smash it!"

"Calm down! Calm down! This is our plaque!"

Uh ...

"Since our Iron-Bone sect wants to develop, we must first take care of the inside and outside of the sect. These broken doors and windows must all be replaced."

Seating himself in the martial arts hall, Jun Changxiao sighed deeply.

Qingyang City and his party made their pockets richer. The first thing was to rebuild the ancestral gate. Not to mention grandeur, at least it must be pleasing to the eye.

"Head."

Li Qingyang whispered, "You are still bleeding!"

"No problem, no problem."

Xun Jun often smiled and patted his hand on the wound that was hit by the plaque, and said, "These things are entrusted to you, and must be done carefully."

"Yes!"

Li Qingyang replied.

"All right."

Xun Jun often smiled and handed him a few silver tickets, and stood up and said, "I'm feeling a bit dizzy, go back to rest first."

Uh ...

The Ironbone faction was built on a barren mountain near Qingyang Village. Because of Wangwang Gate's fall, villagers rarely visited.

In the past few days, the villagers found that many carpenters and bricklayers from Qingyang Town went up the mountain, along with various building materials.

"Are they renovating the Ironbone Clan?"

"How rich is that smelly dog left?"

"It's impossible. I went to Wang's house for food not long ago. How could he have money?"

"Let's go and see."

The villagers of Qingyang Village went up the mountain in small groups, but were stopped by Lu Yan at the mountain pass. "Our sect is undergoing renovations. Non-disciples are not allowed to enter without permission."

"Girl," a villager chuckled, "we're locals. Who's going to stop us?"

"Clang!"

Lu Yan unsheathed her sword and said coldly, "The boss has ordered that anyone who dares to call him names will be dealt with severely."

"Swish!"

In an instant, the villagers of Qingyang Village vanished, revealing their true martial prowess.

Lu Yan sheathed her sword and murmured, "Being called 'dog left' is much better than being called Jun Changxiao. Why is the boss so sensitive?"

Uh ...

The renovation of the Ironbone School was handled by Li Qingyang.

The head of Xun Jun sat in the room and thought, "We have the resources, but we need disciples to carry out martial missions to improve martial arts infrastructure."

"Brush!"

He opened the system panel again and found that the martial missions were still unavailable, so he wondered, "System, when will the martial missions be available?"

The system said: "Wait."

"..."

Xun Jun often smiled silently, and opened the mall by hand to see if there was anything he needed.

With martial arts and weapons, he really had no need for the

time being.

I'm wrong.

Lack of realm!

Xun Jun often laughs and doesn't think that Kaimai Wudan Xiuwei can continue on the Starry Continent. It is imperative to improve the realm first!

"Is there any way to gain experience?"

He started to search, but couldn't find any at the bottom.

Xun Jun often lay on the bed with a smile, blood still spattered. "Is it possible... to raise my realm through meditation and enlightenment like the warriors here?"

It's not impossible, but slow!

After all, his physical qualifications are average, and he lacks high-level techniques. Practicing in the normal way won't cut it.

"Right!"

Xun Jun often smiled and patted his head, blood spurted out, "I can transform my qualifications!"

"Brush!"

He opened the system panel again, entered the preliminary store, and scrolled down until he found the item named 'Qualification Transformation Liquid'.

Clicking it open revealed a detailed introduction—

**Item: Qualification Transformation Fluid.**

**Efficacy: You can transform your own qualifications and upgrade to a new level based on the original. Note: Only for those with low-quality qualifications.**

**Duration: Lifetime.**

**Price: 50 points of contribution value.**

"50 points?"

Xun Jun often retreated with a smile, seeing that the price was indeed 50 points of contribution value, and sighed: "Is the item for rebuilding qualifications so expensive?"

"Yes, indeed."

"The level of qualification determines the speed and the upper limit of martial arts practice, so the price is understandable."

Without hesitation, he chose to buy.

"Ding!"

"The host consumes 50 points of contribution value, obtains the qualification transformation liquid × 1, and it has been delivered to the space ring."

"Ding!"

"Martial contribution: 47/100."