Under the sect's arena, the disciples were fighting to the death for the position of leader. Outside the arena, Baiyu, the leader of Qingxu Mountain, was sitting on a high stool, drinking tea and burping.
He has become accustomed to scenes of hands and feet flying around and blood being sprayed underground.
Baiyu was tricked into the world of immortality for a hundred years by a system with a sweet and cheerful voice.
Before the time travel, I had a lot of good things to say about the system: I am the first in the system assessment, the task is very simple, and when I come back I will be rewarded with rebirth and wealth, or the world of cultivating immortals, and the flying sword is so fast.
After traveling through time, there were indeed many flying swords, but why didn't you say they were all aimed at you? And that system, where is it? I can't contact you, I want to go home! ! !
This sect does not understand respect for teachers, has no friendship among the same sect, and only respects the strong. As long as you have a way to deal with the current leader, you can immediately replace him.
Baiyu, who became the leader after traveling through time: "So? Oh, Yoda Bu Liu..."
In the ring below, a winner was finally decided. Baiyu put down the tea cup, relaxed his muscles and bones, then slapped the person's head crookedly, and said majestically: "Go back and practice again!"
Then I went back with a miserable look on my face to find a way to contact the system and go home.
Until one day he was really knocked down by a bowl of poison, mourning music, shroud, and crystal coffin, and he went on his way happily.
Then I heard a machine sound with electric current: "... ZiZiZi... I... ZiZi... Host... Wu... ZiZi..."
Baiyu opened the coffin board with his bare hands and jumped out, with tears in his eyes: "System, are you here to pick me up? Woohoo..."
Then he met a handsome face face to face.
Attacker's perspective: The first time I saw him, I was protecting my sick nephew and was crushed under the rubble. My shoulders and back were pierced by sharp wood splinters. Hot blood dripped on the ground and formed puddles. Dust choked my organs. I thought all we could do was wait for death.
It wasn't until the giant beast outside made no movement for a long time that I looked up from the pool of blood. Through the stacked wooden boards, I saw a white figure.
He bent down in the air, turned over and jumped, and pierced the back of the monster's head with a sword. He stood at the end of the sword, free and unrestrained, not hiding his edge.
The spring wind wrapped the flying pear petals, blew past the man, and then blew into the ruins.
After a quick glance, I regretted that we would never see each other again in the future.
Then I was seriously ill and on the verge of death, and something claiming to be the system suddenly came to me, crying and begging: "Please help me, my host is dying..."
I saw the face in the dream again.
Purpose: Save people and save the world