Crispy duck system [Quick Transmigration]

The registration office of the Qingyun School of the Tenth Cultivation Competition.

Hot weather.

Several disciples in charge of registration and management sat under the sun, wilting like dejected day lilies.

It is unbelievable that the dignified Qingyun faction is not even willing to allocate a house for them to work.

In the distance, there are green hills and forests, and the lake is swaying.The nearby open-air pergola is as hot as a steam oven, and mosquitoes flap their wings and buzz in midsummer.

Snapped.

The male disciple clapped his arms, picked up the mosquito's corpse, shook his head and sighed: "It's a sin, a sin, I didn't want to kill."

"It will kill all the mosquitoes in the world! I have more than a dozen bags on my legs after standing this afternoon... Damn, why didn't anyone come to sign up?"

Another disciple performed a magic spell, killing dozens of bedbugs that only wanted to suck his blood.

The Cultivation Contest is held every four years, and it is regarded as the most popular event in the minds of young disciples nowadays.There is a rigid rule in the competition that the contestants should not be over 30 years old, so over the years, some practitioners who have refined qi or barely built a foundation have squeezed in desperately.

As a well-known sect in the comprehension world, the Qingyun faction has almost won the championship of every comprehension competition.Today is the deadline for registration, and those capable disciples have registered early, so the registration office that was bustling two days ago suddenly became deserted.

"Close the stalls, close the stalls!"

The male disciple yelled, "It's impossible for someone to come."

"That's not good?"

Another disciple hesitated: "In case the elder blames me..."

The male disciple rolled his eyes, "Look at the barren mountains and wild mountains here, the elder himself is hiding from the summer heat, how can he have time to take care of us cats and dogs."

The disciples thought about it too. Who would like to squat here to bask in the sun on a hot day? If the elder hadn't specially assigned tasks, they would have slipped away long ago.

A group of people began to pack their things in a mighty way, while gossiping about recent anecdotes and scandals rumored by the Qingyun School.

"I heard that Daoist Yin Xu was in retreat the day before yesterday, isn't Senior Brother Han feeling empty and lonely by himself?"

"That's not the case, I heard that Senior Brother Han was tormented by Taoist Yin Xu until he couldn't get out of bed, and he is still lying down and resting."

"It's so intense, I feel sorry for Brother Han's chrysanthemum for a second..."

A cool breeze came.

It just adds a bit of refreshment.

The male disciple turned around to pick up the sundries on the table, and suddenly took two steps back, "Senior Brother Han Hanhan! Why are you here?"

Under the sun, the young man in fluttering white clothes was exceptionally dazzling.

His brows and eyes shone in a bright golden color, and there was a faint smile on his handsome face.

"Thank you, you still know how to love me."

The male disciple's face turned green with fright: "..."

Talking about others behind their backs and being overheard by the person involved is as fatal as embarrassingly like squatting in the pit halfway to find that you don’t have paper with you.

Han Zhen didn't bother with him, and said with a smile: "I'm here to sign up, so it should be too late, right?"

Male disciple: "... in time."

It was only after he said this that he realized what he said, and said dully, "You want to sign up for the cultivation contest?"

Han Zhen nodded.

Disciples: "..."

I heard that Senior Brother Han didn't even reach the first level of Qi Refining.

Is he trying to be funny?

The male disciple said as tactfully as possible: "Senior Brother Han, the minimum cultivation level of our Qingyun Sect's participating disciples is also the fifth level of Qi Refining. You are still young, and there will be many opportunities to sign up in the future. It's not too late."

Han Zhen heard what he meant, raised his eyelids, and stared at the male disciples in a daze with his inadvertently seductive attitude.

"Why, does the comprehension contest have a minimum cultivation level for contestants?"

The disciples looked at each other.

This really hasn't been stipulated.But generally speaking, those who have a little self-knowledge will not make a fool of themselves.

"Let him report." Some disciples booed: "Let us also see the demeanor of Senior Brother Han."

The male disciple hesitated for a moment, and said, "Swords have no eyes in the arena. If something happens to you, Senior Brother Han, Daoist Yin Xu will be worried."

"It's okay."

Han Zhen stepped forward.A stack of registration papers was scattered on the wooden table.He picked up one, and because he didn't know how to write with a brush, he casually pulled a disciple next to him and said, "Write my name."

The disciple didn't know why he was extremely nervous, his wrists were shaking, and the words he wrote were crooked, and Han Zhen even looked at them with disgust.

The male disciple sighed and said helplessly, "Let me write it."

After adding his name and sect, he had no choice but to instruct: "This cultivation competition will be held on Wangyun Island in the Middle East, and it will take ten days' journey from our place. We will be leaving the day after tomorrow. Senior Brother Han, you and other senior brothers will take a ride together." Just go with the flying treasures of the sect."

Han Zhen frowned, "Can't you go by yourself?"

"It's possible, but you can only sign up in your own name, and you won't be able to enjoy the convenience provided by the sect."

Han Zhen: "Then help me change it to my personal name."

"Wangyun Island is a long way from here. I'm afraid I won't be able to reach it without flying treasures. Most spirit beasts like cranes will die of exhaustion on the way."

"It's okay, I'm going to buy an aircraft. Do you know how much it will cost?"

The male disciple thought for a while and said, "It seems to be 1000 million low-grade spirit stones."

Han Zhen was moved, "It's so cheap!"

According to the currency in the cultivation world—that is, the conversion ratio of spirit stones, one thousand low-grade spirit stones is equal to one middle-grade spirit stone, and one thousand middle-grade spirit stones is equal to one high-grade spirit stone.

On weekdays, he would spend three or four top-grade spirit stones for a can of high-quality spirit tea in the demand cabinet. Compared with this aircraft, which only costs ten top-grade spirit stones, it is really not expensive.

Male disciple: "..."

A sewer boy like him who only has thousands of low-grade spirit stones per month in his sect really doesn't understand the world of local tyrants.

It is said that Senior Brother Han used to live in poverty, once he "married" to Taoist Yin Xu, he immediately became a noble lady.

It's so enviable...

However, looking at Senior Brother Han's face, he couldn't feel any jealousy or hatred.

This world is not fair.Everyone has their own way of life, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal for people to rely on God's face to eat.

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After registering, Han Zhen rode a crane back to Red Sandalwood Peak, while sneering at the system: "Are you satisfied? If you want to see me being surrounded and beaten by a bunch of dog men, will you be happy?"

"Maybe there are dog women."

"I don't care!" Han Zhen said with a stinky face, "I'm angry."

System: "As for your mud that can't support the wall, don't think about stepping on a dog man in your next life."

Han Zhen was so angry that he didn't want to talk to it, but he had to admit that the system was right.His profession is a duck, a job that has everything but dignity.To put it bluntly, he has been relying on others all the time, and he has no fucking ability.

System: "Don't be too sad, men are unreliable, this system is your strongest backing."

"Come on, at least my man won't let me get beaten up."

Han Zhen rolled his eyes.

System: "You look so good-looking, how could they be willing to beat you?"

Han Zhen quite agreed, "This is the truth."

System: "—vomit"

There is no one left for this shameless host.

While chatting, Han Zhen passed by the Internal Demand Pavilion.He pulled the crane to a stop, intending to go in and see if there were any new products to buy.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately came up to him, grinning as if seeing the God of Wealth, and circling around him like a pug.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Han is here. What do you want to buy today? Our store has a new purple sand pot that is very suitable for making special-grade spirit tea..."

Han Zhen waved his hand, "I've already bought four sets of teapots this month, so I'll buy some fresh ones. Do you have any flying treasures?"

"Of course, what kind do you want? The cheapest one is only ten high-grade spirit stones..."

Han Zhen yawned and interrupted him, "You know me, of course pick the most expensive one."

The shopkeeper suddenly smiled, and said: "The most expensive flying treasure in our House of Internal Needs is fully functional. It is big and luxurious. It is dignified and elegant, and its personality is elegant. It is worthy of the unparalleled beauty of Fellow Daoist Han. Bah , Handsome."

"how much is it?"

"The package transfer only costs 999 high-grade spirit stones!"

"I bought it and put it on Yin Xu's account."

Han Zhen is always very crisp and neat when shopping.

When checking out, he heard a few handymen whispering aside.

"Thanks to Brother Han, the sales in the store have been hitting new highs recently."

"Isn't that right, Daoist Yin Xu is so rich but has no place to spend it all day, Senior Brother Han is a perfect match for him!"

"Now I sincerely hope that the two of them will have a good relationship for a hundred years, so that Senior Brother Han will keep buying, buying, and buying, and the rest of us can rely on the commission to eat and drink spicy food..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The shopkeeper blushed from coughing, and motioned to these handymen who were ecstatically chatting, and Han Zhen himself stood behind them.

scare.

A group of handymen scattered like birds and beasts with a guilty conscience.

"I'm sorry, it's because I didn't discipline these children well, you are laughing at the frizzy ones."

The shopkeeper handed Han Zhen a Qiankun bag containing the aircraft.

"it's okay no problem."

Han Zhen is used to it.

"But what are you buying the aircraft for? Are you going on a long trip recently?"

Han Zhen nodded, "Well, I signed up for the cultivation competition. I have to go to Wangyun Island the day after tomorrow."

The shopkeeper panicked, and hurriedly said: "You must take care of your health! Do you want to buy some life-saving pills in the store, just in case something happens..."

The richest patron of the Ministry of Internal Demand must not disappear!

"no need."

Han Zhen thought to himself, anyway, there is a system, so he can't die anyway.

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