There Are Still Seventeen Days Left in Life, Look at Your Thighs First and Then Cultivate Immortality

Time Travel + System [Hot-blooded and cool writing + Strong-mouthed king + Greedy and lustful] + [Sneak attack/destrangement/framing/framing] A perverted disciple from one of the top 100 immortal sects suddenly stole his master's martial arts secrets and switched jobs to an unpopular niche sect? The average strength of his senior brothers was less than half that of his. In the sect ranking match that was supposed to be a sure win, numerical monsters appeared one after another, which made his scalp numb! [System prompt: There are still seventeen days left, if you don't win, you will die] I don't care about you! Even if the sky falls, we have to wait until we drink the flower wine! The slender and snow-white girl's thighs are my eternal belief in this life! Only I, the crazy talker, will live forever! "The joy of being a pervert and cultivating immortality is boundless!"