"Why."

The boys and girls dispersed in disappointment.

They know that without excellent mentor training, without resources and opportunities, it will be impossible to break through the martial arts by relying on oneself.

"Head."

Li Qingyang said: "The pretense has been put away, and we can set off."

"Let's go."

Jun Changxiao waved his sleeves and left gracefully.

When he first came to Qingyang City, he had only one disciple and was very poor. Now that he has left with money, martial arts skills, and disciples, he will definitely have a great harvest.

"stop!"

However, before leaving the martial arts arena, a cold shout came from behind.

"Um?"

Jun Chang smiled and stopped, looking back.

I saw a middle-aged man in blue robe walking towards him, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.

"It's Wei Yinu, the elder of Lingquan Sect!"

"His face looks a bit ugly. Could it be that he wants to cause trouble for the Iron Bone Sect?"

"Elder Wei has a bad temper. If anyone offends him or the disciples of the sect, he will definitely not let it go!"

The warriors from various sects discussed in low voices, with fear in their eyes.

Those who were relatively close saw Wei Yinu approaching with his disciples, and subconsciously took a few steps back to make way for him.

Jun Changxiao saw this and thought to himself: "This guy is just a member of the Ninth-rate Lingquan Sect. Why are so many eighth-rate sect warriors afraid of him?"

The reason is simple.

There are four brothers in Wei Yinu, named after their joys, angers, sorrows and joys.

They were once disciples of the Shengquan Sect, a fifth-rate sect. Later, they became successful in their studies and went down to found the Lingquan Sect. The eldest brother became the sect leader and the three brothers were the elders.
Chapter completed!