My second senior brother is very afraid of death

Chapter 1 Ding, System
In the 300th year of the apocalypse, the Spiritual Continent, the Mist Hidden Mountain, and the Xiaoyao Gate.

"Hey! Open the door, open the door!"

Someone knocked on the gate of Xiaoyaomen.

"This voice sounds familiar. Could it be that I'm pretending to be cowardly again today?"

Mo Jinyan hurriedly got up, went to open the gate of the courtyard, and saw that disgusting but very familiar face—Zeng Asi, the leader among the three generations of disciples of Qingyun Sect, with extraordinary strength and a good reputation in the world of cultivating immortals. With a big one-eyed man.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts, I'm going to the latrine!"

When Mo Jinyan wanted to close the door, it was already too late, and Zeng Asi blocked the hospital door with both hands.

"Stop pretending? Still want to procrastinate? Hand over the land deed, or I'll burn your broken yard down!"

Zeng Asi had a domineering attitude and a domineering aura. He pushed open the door and walked in while speaking.

Mo Jin said that he was wrong, so he could only complain in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the reason for this matter:
150 years ago, Xiaoyao Sect was the largest immortal cultivating sect in the world. It shocked the Aura Continent and produced more than ten ascended immortals.

I don't want to go through the "Jiuzi Dang Yao", which resulted in countless deaths and injuries among the elites of the sect. In order to compete for the position of the leader, the following generations of disciples continued to fight among themselves. By the time of Mo Jinyan's generation, it turned out to be a run-down sect, with few disciples and many poor people. Said that it has become a joke in the world of cultivating immortals.

Ten years ago, Mo Jinyan traveled here and worshiped Xiaoyaomen, the only sect of cultivating immortals in Wuyin Mountain.

The master died suddenly last year, but before his death, he used the entire sect's real estate as collateral to borrow 7000 million taels of silver from the head of the Qingyun Sect, saying he wanted to revive the sect.

What's even worse is that all the money and land deeds were taken away by the senior brother who defected from the school. His junior brothers and sisters can only go down the mountain to recover the money that the senior brother took away.

Poor Mo Jinyan, who was guarding the sect alone, struggled to support him. After Zeng Asi, the head of the Qingyun sect, asked for the money he owed many times but failed, he decided to return the land deed and let Mo Jinyan go.

Mo Jinyan had no choice but to be cheeky and delay again and again, not wanting to come to collect debts again today.

After Zeng Asi looked around at the magnificent but long-dilapidated Xiaoyao Sect, he stretched out his hands and asked Mo Jinyan for the title deed.

"Bring it, it's been a year. If you don't pay back the money or hand over the land deed, we can only follow the rules and burn down your broken yard."

Mo Jinyan was timid at first, but when he saw the one-eyed strong man behind Zeng Ah Si, he panicked even more.

"Senior Brother Zeng Asi, please, we are already good brothers, if you burn down our sect, I will have nowhere to sleep, dear brother.

Although your sect wants to develop its influence to our Wuyin Mountain and build a sub-helm here, but my master explained before his death that no matter how poor the sect is, it cannot let Xiaoyaomen be destroyed in our hands.

Let me think of a way again, brother and sister. My senior brother and sister are coming back soon, and it is estimated that this matter will be resolved soon. "

Mo Jinyan rubbed his hands and begged Zeng Ah Si.

"Don't be so fucking slick, come up with this kind of rhetoric again? I'm tired of hearing you if you don't bother me.

This matter must be resolved today, so let's do it, I won't make it difficult for you, according to the rules of the world of cultivating immortals, we will compete to determine the winner.

As for you, you are not worthy of fighting with me. As long as you defeat the Qingyun sect disciple who just started next to me, I will give you another month's grace. If you can't defeat, pack up your things and leave. "

After Zeng Ahsi finished speaking arrogantly, he stepped back, and the strong man took a step forward, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Mo Jinyan with contempt.

"Brother, you often come to me to collect debts. You know our situation best. In our entire sect, I am the only one who knows nothing. If you want to single out, how about we talk about it when my senior brother comes back?"

After Mo Jinyan inherited the memory of the person who was traversed, he realized that this is a world of cultivating immortals where monsters are rampant and the strong are respected.

Although Mo Jinyan is clever, he is very afraid of death. He thinks that as long as he is a harmless and good person, no one will hurt him, so he has developed the ability to pretend to be dead and pretend to be cowardly.

Therefore, when the master was alive, he didn't have to study hard when teaching him. In addition to his poor aptitude, he didn't learn anything, and he didn't know how to fight in general.

"You can't blame me for that, it's you who didn't live up to it."

Zeng Asi also knew about Mo Jinyan's situation, and today he deliberately used this as an excuse to bring his junior brother who had just started to defeat Mo Jinyan to take back the title deed of Xiaoyaomen.

"do not……"

Before Mo Jinyan could finish speaking, the disciple of the Qingyun Sect walked towards Mo Jinyan aggressively and gearing up.

"Senior brother, I'm an immortal with supernatural powers, you have to think about it, otherwise I'll make a move, hmph! Destroy the world."

Mo Jinyan tried to scare the stupid young man in front of him, but before he could take action, he was punched away by the Qingyun Sect disciple.

"Mo Jinyan, I won't embarrass you, poor man, as long as you promise to move out from here, I will let you go, how about it?"

Zeng Asi saw that his junior brother was too ruthless, so he couldn't help feeling pity for Mo Jinyan who was powerless to fight back.

"No, although I am afraid of trouble, I promised my brothers to guard the sect well before coming back..."

Mo Jinyan originally wanted to play dead, but the current situation did not allow him to play dead. Instead, he stood up stubbornly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and prepared to try a few tricks with that Qingyun sect disciple.

"Okay, then let me see how many punches you can take."

Zeng Asi nodded to the Qingyun sect disciple, indicating that he shouldn't care about it. As long as he didn't kill anyone, anything would be fine. He thought to himself: Anyway, Xiaoyao sect is a run-down sect, and it's not as powerful as it was a hundred years ago. In fact, it doesn't matter today. If it wasn't someone from the Qingyun Sect who came to make trouble, or just ordinary cats, dogs, and rascals, Mo Jinyan couldn't stand it.

Boom!
Mo Jinyan's eyes went dark, and he was punched flying by the thug again.

"You... have the ability to wait for my junior and junior sisters to come back!"

Mo Jinyan felt very uncomfortable after being beaten, and he was furious. He said whatever he wanted, and it was fine if he didn't give face, and he even took actions to bully others.

When it comes to the survival of the sect, there is no point in pretending to be dead. In anger, Mo Jinyan had no room to retreat. He stood up again and rushed towards the Qingyun sect disciple, waving his fist.

This time, the Qing Yunmen disciples did not rush to knock down Mo Jinyan, but quickly tore off Mo Jinyan's collar and roared.

"Are you going to move or not?"

"Don't move! Don't beat me to death! Otherwise, you will have to pay for my funeral expenses!"

The hard-spoken Mo Jinyan smiled sadly, and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the face of that Qingyunmen disciple.

This completely enraged that Qing Yun sect disciple.

"See if I don't kill you, you glib trash!"

The disciple of Qingyun sect tore off Mo Jinyan's collar with his left hand, swung his right hand round and punched Mo Jinyan in the face.

Mo Jinyan fell backwards unconsciously, but his collar was torn, and his head was beaten into a coma, and he knelt down in front of that Qingyun sect disciple in humiliation.

【Ding!Congratulations, you have obtained the cultivation plug-in system. Within three years, you are guaranteed to cultivate immortality, land in the realm of immortals, and be invincible in the world. Please activate it. 】

A dark yellow virtual picture scroll appeared in Mo Jinyan's mind, with instructions on it:

The cultivation transformation system is to adjust and transform cultivation attributes: Immortal cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, Demon cultivation, and Cultural cultivation. According to different opponents, you can choose one of them or two, three, and four attributes at the same time.

"Is there such a good thing? Don't I need this right now? I hate that I can't pretend to be cowardly and dead. If I don't defeat this new Qingyunmen disciple, I think I will lose the face of the entire Xiaoyaomen."

Mo Jinyan had no choice but to use this sudden system to write his name on the virtual scroll with his thoughts.

[Congratulations on successfully activating the cultivation plug-in conversion system, please select the current combat attribute. 】

The virtual picture scroll disappeared instantly, and then four options appeared: Immortal Cultivator, Demon Cultivator, Buddha Cultivator, and Cultural Cultivator.

"I'm an immortal cultivator, so I naturally choose immortal cultivation."

Mo Jinyan clicked on Xianxiu with his mind, and the expectant Mo Jinyan saw a huge exclamation mark and a row of red letters on the virtual scroll.

[The aptitude is too poor to choose the cultivation attribute. 】

Mo Jinyan panicked at once, co-authored Bai Bind this what kind of cultivation plug-in conversion system.

[Since the binding person, Mo Jinyan, was unable to complete the following operations due to his poor qualifications, the system specially gave Mo Jinyan a novice gift package. 】

The impatient Mo Jinyan clicked on the novice gift package without further ado, and a purple elixir and an initial skill appeared on the virtual scroll: three-legged cat boxing and skill points.

[Please take the marrow washing pill immediately. 】

In Mo Jinyan's mind, he quickly swallowed it.

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