Lu Qianqian said: "Master, do you need a shoulder slap?"

"No, no, no!"

Jun Changxiao said hurriedly: "I want to live for two more years!"

Because recruitment had begun, each sect was busy preparing, and no one paid attention to it, laughing at the Iron Bones sect.

In the past few days of waiting, Jun Changxiao learned a lot of news from various sects, such as which village or township had young men with good qualifications coming to participate in recruitment.

Although boys and girls can freely choose a sect to join, the sect also needs to verify the qualifications of the other party to determine whether they are qualified.

For example, the more advanced eighth-level sects have certain qualification requirements for recruiting disciples, while the ninth-level sects are more casual, and anyone with a little qualification can get started.

"In this round of recruitment among hundreds of sects, the favorite among the various factions vying to win over is Li Qingyang, a direct descendant of the Li family in Qingyang City."

"It is said that when he was fifteen years old, this boy was proven to have high-grade spiritual roots. If we can take such a genius under his wing, there will definitely be only benefits and no disadvantages."

While Jun Changxiao was talking to himself, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings had become quiet. He instinctively looked up and saw two disciples from the eighth-rate sect staring at him in astonishment.

"Pfft haha!"

"Li Qingyang is a genius that is rare to see in Qingyang City for a hundred years. Many sects are rushing to get it. This guy is actually thinking about recruiting. There must be something wrong with his brain!"

"It's great to be young, you dare to think about anything!"

Everyone burst out laughing.

Jun Chang smiled and was speechless. His feelings would be amplified by them if he said a word. Did he travel through time himself? All his attribute points were added to the hatred value.

"Head."

Lu Qianqian whispered: "Stop daydreaming."
Chapter completed!