Sign in for a Hundred Years, I Will Become a Peerless Sword Immortal

"There really is a sword fairy in this world!"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Meng Fan would never have believed that there really were immortal cultivators in this world called Sword Spirit Continent.

When he first crossed over to this world, Meng Fan was still very confused. He didn't believe it until he entered the Shushan Sword Sect today and saw someone flying with a sword and someone riding a crane among the clouds.

Shushan Sword Sect is one of the best sword cultivators in Shu Kingdom.

However, Meng Fan's entry into Shushan Sword Sect today was not because he became a disciple of Shushan Mountain, he was just here as a handyman.

Meng Fan's fate in this life was very bad. He only had one arm, and it was the left arm.

The memory of the original owner was fused. His right arm was eaten when a monster attacked the village. Later, Shushan Sword Immortal arrived in time and saved his life.

The Sword Immortal of Shushan has always taken it as his mission to eliminate demons and defend the way, and has saved countless people!

The sword fairy who rescued people took Meng Fan to Heping Village in Shushan, which specially shelters rescued people!

Ten days ago, the original owner fell ill and was replaced by him who traveled from the earth.

Heping Village relies on Shushan Jianzong to live, and almost all the people in the village work for Jianzong.

Today, Jianzong needed to recruit a group of handyman disciples, and Meng Fan was brought in.

An orphan like him with a broken arm is almost a useless person. Without the protection of Shushan Sword Sect, it would be very difficult to live in this world where monsters are rampant and the strong are respected.

After these ten days, Meng Fan has overcome the impetuousness in the early stage of time travel, his mood gradually calmed down, and he accepted his fate of losing his arm.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is still a chance to be reborn with a broken limb. Meng Fan is not someone who gives up so easily. He pins his hopes on cultivation, and entering the Sword Sect is an opportunity.

Under the leadership of the head of the handyman, Meng Fan and thirty other people from Heping Village came to a side hall.

"It's your blessing to be able to work in Jianzong. Remember, don't run around in Jianzong. There are many rules here, and everything follows the arrangement."

The head of the handyman said to everyone.

"Someone will come to assign jobs to you later, and work seriously in Jianzong in the future. Jianzong will not treat you badly."

Not long after, a gray cannon deacon walked in. He glanced at the crowd and picked out ten relatively burly teenagers.

Then several deacons came one after another, picking away one after another.

None of these deacons picked Meng Fan, and most of them just looked at him indifferently or with pity. They were here to pick someone to do something, and of course they had to choose a healthy person.

The disabled Meng Fan has no competitiveness.

An hour later, only Meng Fan was left here.

At this time, an old man in a blue robe came in. He saw that Meng Fan was the only one with a broken arm, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The head of the handyman looked at him embarrassedly, "Mr. Zhang, you are late, there is only one left."

"Hey, I came too far from Jianzhong, you didn't inform me earlier." Mr. Zhang sighed, and gave the supervisor a look, he was obviously dissatisfied.

Meng Fan clenched his left fist tightly. This is the tragedy of the disabled, very realistic.

"Mr. Zhang, how about... I will notify you in advance when you come next time." The manager asked tentatively to Mr. Zhang.

Meng Fan looked at the supervisor fiercely, but the handyman supervisor did not look at him, but bowed his head respectfully waiting for Mr. Zhang to respond.

This time there are only thirty-five places for handymen, and Mr. Zhang is the last one. If Mr. Zhang doesn't want him, no one will want him. If he can't be a handyman, he has to leave Jianzong.

Next time, there will be no next time for Meng Fan. If he is not selected, the supervisor will not bring it again.

Meng Fan looked at Mr. Zhang with pleading eyes, unwilling and stubborn, and hoped that Mr. Zhang would accept him.

Just in time, Mr. Zhang also looked at him, and they met each other.

"Forget it, it's just him, anyway, I'm just short of an errand runner, and a missing arm doesn't hurt much."

Meng Fan heaved a sigh of relief,

He looked gratefully at Mr. Zhang, as long as he could stay, he would have a chance.

...

"I am the elder guarding the tomb of Jianzhong. You can call me Mr. Zhang. I am the only one in Jianzhong. Now there is one more you."

"Your job is to help me with chores. Whatever I ask you to do, just do it."

"There are three main things, cleaning the mountain gate, delivering meals, and running errands!"

"Five taels of silver per month. If you have something to leave the sect, you need to inform me in advance. In principle, you can rest for three days a month."

...

"Remember what I said!"

"remember!"

More than an hour later, Meng Fan followed Mr. Zhang to a mountain gate.

"This is the Sword Tomb, you will live here from now on!"

In front of the mountain gate stands a towering stone tablet with two majestic characters written on it,

Sword Mound!

Meng Fan looked up, and there was a straight stairway behind the mountain gate, leading to the top of the mountain. There was no greenery on the mountain, but it was full of swords!

Big ones, small ones, complete ones, incomplete ones, various colors, countless swords, the sound of the wind and cranes, the sound of swords rang out continuously, the sound of gold and iron, piercing Meng Fan's mind was unsteady!

"In the sword mound, the sword energy is messy. Take this sword card and carry it with you to keep you safe."

Mr. Zhang handed over a black iron plate with a sword pattern in the middle. Holding it in his hand, Meng Fan immediately felt a sense of coolness, and instantly returned to his place of mind, unaffected by the sound of the sword.

"It's okay, don't mess with the sword here, or you will be hurt. Unless they take the initiative to find you, but that's almost impossible. The sword has spirit and has its own domain, and strangers are not allowed to approach."

Mr. Zhang took Meng Fan into the Sword Tomb, and continued to tell him the rules here. Meng Fan listened carefully, with a respectful attitude.

"This is your room. I live above it. If you need anything, find me there!"

After Mr. Zhang took Meng Fan to his residence, he left.

Meng Fan entered the room. The facilities inside were very simple, one bed, one table, and four chairs.

Nervous all the way, listening attentively to Mr. Zhang's speech, finally able to take a rest, Meng Fan pulled over the chair and sat down. At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating the sign-in system."

"Ding, may I ask if the host is here to sign in?"

Meng Fan suddenly stood up and looked around, everything in the room was as usual.

system?

check in?

My plug-in arrived?

A series of question marks came to my mind. Meng Fan was no stranger to the system. He was a loyal fan of online novels in his previous life.

The system is the most common cheat for those who travel through the rebirth in the novel.

Back then, Meng Fan often called the father of the system in his mind, but he didn't expect to arrive ten days later.

Sure enough, Goldfinger may be late, but he will never be absent!

"Ding, may I ask the host, are you here to sign in?"

The prompt sounded again, Meng Fan held his breath, and replied with thoughts in his mind.

"Sign in!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and getting the reward, Tongming Jianxin!"