"Don't just stand there, come over and help."

Because there were so many young girls and boys who signed up, Jun Changxiao suddenly became in a hurry.

No, no.

There are too many people, so you have to choose the best!

Jun Changxiao ordered the first disciple, and the second disciple asked the applicants to fill in the entry form, and then decided whether to accept them based on their qualifications and cultivation level.

The main task given by the system is to make the Iron Bone Zhengzheng sect the strongest sect.

What is considered strong?

The sect must be strong, and the disciples must also be strong!

If you randomly select a group of crooked melons and jujubes, if you have enough people but not enough strength, and the sect level cannot be improved, your work will definitely be in vain in the end.

Jun Changxiao is very clear that what he needs now is good soldiers and generals, so he secretly requests that those who join the Iron Bone Sect must have at least a middle-grade spiritual root, and it would be better if they are a top-grade one!

However, according to some statistics, hundreds of teenagers have signed up, and only ten of them have middle-grade spiritual roots. The others are either low-grade or ordinary grade, and there is no such thing as high-grade.

Although Qingyang City is the main city of Qingyang County, it is a small place after all. It is already very good to produce a Li Qingyang with a high-grade spiritual root.

"It's a close call."

"But let's first increase the number of people in the sect to the upper limit of one hundred."

Jun Changxiao picked up the leader's seal and stamped it on the entry form with a middle-grade spiritual root.

"bite!"

"Sect members: 4/100!"

"bite!"

"Sect contribution value: 11/100."

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Chapter completed!