Landing in the Fantastic World

The more Mu Yu heard it, the darker his face became. He wouldn't be so sad.

After finally gaining the qualification to join the Eternal Sect, I thought I could go to great heights and perform the legend of the rise of a young man.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a sect that has been in decline for many years, lost all its unique knowledge, and was cast aside by others.

At this moment, Mu Yu suddenly wanted to turn around, put down his face, and go to the person in charge of Zixiao Pavilion again.

However, there is always a voice in his mind guiding him to Wuliangzong.

"Hey, they're here anyway, it's really hard not to go and have a look, if it's really not possible, then choose Zixiao Pavilion."

Thinking of this, Mu Yu went straight to Wuliangzong's attic.

As soon as he walked to the gate, a strong smell of bad wine hit his face.

Mu Yu frowned slightly, and looked into the room.

I saw that the house was in disarray, a mess, and empty wine jars were thrown on the ground randomly.

A scrawny, scrawny old man in ragged clothes was lying on the ground, twisting his waist, holding a wine jar the size of a bucket, blushing and drinking vigorously.

"this……"

Mu Yu's heart suddenly became extremely cold.

The dignified branch of Wuliangzong turned out to be in such a state of desperation.

Mu Yu hurriedly withdrew the foot he had just stepped in, and was about to turn his head and leave.

"Wait!"

The sloppy old man lying on the ground threw the wine jar aside and spoke suddenly.

"Are you here to participate in the Wuliangzong's sect assessment?"

God! I can't waste my time on this down and out sect with no future in sight.

Mu Yu's face changed, he quickly waved his hands, and flatly refused: "No, this junior is just passing by."

"Ok?"

At this time, the sloppy old man's dim eyes suddenly noticed the Tianyuan Xuantie Token in Mu Yu's hand.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly burst into fiery light, and he stared at Mu Yu closely, like a hungry man seeing a peerless beauty.

"Tianyuan Xuantie Order, hahahaha, after ten years, it's finally your turn."

The sloppy old man suddenly laughed loudly, jumped up from the ground, and then appeared in front of Mu Yu in an instant at a speed of thirty feet a step.

He stretched out his dirty old hand and grabbed Mu Yu's arm.

"Master, please let me go, my talent is very poor, and I am not worthy of Wuliangzong."

Mu Yu was about to cry, he really wanted to slap himself, it's a good Tianyuan Xuantie Token, it's not good to put it, why do you have to hold it in your hand.

"I don't care if you are talented or not, as long as your limbs are sound and you don't lack arms or legs."

"I want me to let you go, haha, there is no door."

The sloppy old man picked up Mu Yu like he was catching a chicken, and walked towards the inner room.

Then he found a "Deed of Sale", cut Mu Yu's thumb, and pressed a bright red fingerprint on the "Deed of Sale".

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the player for successfully joining the Wuliangzong!"

"Congratulations to the player for winning the title of Disciple of the Infinite Sect and 3 achievement points."

It's over!

I still suffer because I am too young, woo woo woo...

Mu Yu opened his panel, and the system panel also changed.

[Name: Mu Yu] [Template: Player, N·PC] [Influence: Wuliangzong] [Level: Level 2 (Level 2 of Gathering Spirit Realm)] [Cultivation method: None] [Mysterious Skill: None] "It's simply hegemony." , this N·PC doesn't consider the player's feelings at all! No, I can't give in easily, the system, I want to change the sect!"

Mu Yu could only place his hope on the system.

"Sorry, players who join a sect must stay for three months before they can leave."

"Then if you leave the sect within three months, what will be the consequences?"

"The player will be pulled into the sect's blacklist, and will no longer be able to join any sect."

"..."

This is too bad, isn't it!

Mu Yu couldn't give in anymore.

There is no way, since the situation is compelling, then for the time being, let's pretend to be a snake.

"After these three months, I must run away."

Seeing that Mu Yu had calmed down, the slovenly old man stroked his beard with a satisfied expression.

"Haha, unexpectedly, I, Wu Suifeng, have recruited a disciple only ten years after I came to Wuliangzong's Nanfeng City Branch."

The sloppy old man laughed proudly.

"No, you only recruited one disciple in ten years, how can you still be so proud?" Mu Yu was speechless.

"What do you know?" The sloppy old man gave Mu Yu a contemptuous look, and said angrily, "Old Jiang and Crazy Lei haven't recruited a single disciple for twenty years."

"When I return to the sect this time, I must show off in front of them."

Mu Yu almost fainted. What kind of sect is this? There is no hope at all.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to our sect to have a look."

The sloppy old man walked over, picked up Mu Yu directly, and came to the front of the teleportation array.

As a brilliant white light came on, Mu Yu found himself in a space-time tunnel traveling at high speed.

After a while, towering peaks appeared in front of his eyes.