Cultivate Immortals with Naruto Skills

Listen, Wang Yan once read a novel in which the protagonist would bark like a dog and become stronger by doing push-ups.

Wang Yan despised such a secondary system, but he never expected that Wang Yan would be slapped in the face on the first mission released by the system.

"Level 1 of the physical training period, 10 push-ups."

Wang Yan looked up at the sky, "An Lin, please come and take away your system. It has rebelled against me."

Complaints are complaints, even if Wang Yan jumped from here and starved to death, he still wouldn't be able to do a push-up.

10 minutes later

Wang Yan's body made a crackling sound, making him sweat profusely.

At this time, compared with the ethereal and nihilistic feeling brought by the previous power, now this power truly belongs to oneself.

Wang Yan could feel that there was a kind of Qi in the surrounding air, which was wandering between heaven and earth.

"Oh my god, it smells so good."

The virtual screen then flickered, and the second task came out.

"In the second level of the training period, if you meet the conditions 2 plus 10 push-ups."

"Sure enough, you can become stronger by doing push-ups." Although Wang Yan was incredible, he still smiled happily.

After 20 push-ups, the strength in his body increased again. He clenched his fist and punched the air hard. He could feel that the air seemed to tremble.

"I'm invincible, hahaha, come again, come again."

Wang Yan looked at the third task,

"Complete the conditions for the third level of the training period and flatter the system."

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Wang Yan's face darkened.

"System, you are so beautiful, with your light yellow dress and fluffy hair."

Wang Yan was ecstatic that his body had changed again, but the next task made his eyesight go dark.

"If you meet the conditions at the fourth level of the training period, you will inherit the position of leader."

How is this possible? Even the original owner of this body cannot inherit the position of leader in a short time.

I am only at the third level of physical training now, how can I inherit it?

Wang Yan squatted on the ground in grief and anger, "It's over, can I only stay in this rank for the rest of my life?"

Just when Wang Yan was despairing, he suddenly thought that he didn't have to rely on the system.

Completing tasks is a shortcut to improvement, but you can also practice on your own.

"Disciple, are you there, disciple?"

On the bed, Wang Yan quickly opened his eyes and was thrown out by the system unexpectedly.

At this time, he heard a slightly "frivolous" voice, and Wang Yan had a headache.

"Master and apprentice are here."

The window shook for a while, and a head full of white hair came in, "Hey, disciple, how come your appearance has changed and your cultivation level has dropped?"

Wang Yan looked at the bronze mirror on the table and found that he had turned into what he looked like on earth.

Wang Yan suddenly panicked. How could this happen? Is it because of the system?

It's over. If the leader Ji in front of me finds out that he is not his disciple, will he kill someone and silence him?

After all, this is a world of cultivators, but there is no law to protect him.

"This, this," Wang Yan said incoherently.

"It must be because of the technique. It is indeed the pure Yang Yan known as the All-Changing Star Lord."

"Ah, yes, it's because of the technique, it's too difficult for me." Wang Yan was so excited that he almost cried. It turned out that Senior Sister Leng's stupidity was due to her master.

"Master, let me tell you something."

Headmaster Ji didn't come in, he just stretched out his head and said mysteriously.

"Master, what do you want to do?"

Headmaster Ji waved his hand, and a piece of paper fell on the table, "I went to the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Alliance again, and after some hard talking, they agreed not to seal the Hokage Sect, but there is a prerequisite, the position of the headmaster must be transferred. .”

"Then what?" Wang Yan looked back at the paper on the table casually, and then he was frightened and screamed out.

"Zongmen Agent Transfer Instructions" Wang Yan stammered, pointing to the paper on the table, "You are transferring the sect to me."

"That's right, no surprise."

Wang Yan nodded, "It's quite unexpected."

"Then stop talking nonsense and sign quickly for the sake of the sect."

While he was talking, a writing brush fell in front of Wang Yan.

Wang Yan raised his trembling hands and swallowed, "Master, can you please slow down? This surprise comes so unexpectedly."

"This opportunity must not be missed before it comes again. Hurry up, they are still waiting for my reply."

Looking at the transfer letter, Wang Yan was really excited. The condition for the fourth level of physical training was to be the leader.

"I just wanted to practice hard and let me be the leader. Alas, it's too difficult for me."

Wang Yan looked embarrassed on the surface, but in fact he was so happy inside that he signed without hesitation.

"Hey, why is there no ink?" Wang Yan asked strangely.

"Just put some more ink on it and it'll be fine."

Headmaster Ji waved his hand and the inkstone appeared. Wang Yan suddenly realized that he had dipped his pen and ink into it and signed it again.

"Still no ink"

Wang Yan said.

"Impossible," Head Ji said, "You are writing more times, maybe because the paper of the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Alliance also contains real power."

Wang Yan thought so. After all, such an important document might contain something.

Half an hour later, Wang Yan's right hand was numb and he sat on the chair. "As expected of the Ten Thousand Dharma Immortal Alliance, it took half an hour to sign."

"Come on, good disciple, here is another portion."

Head Ji smiled and waved his hand, and another piece of paper appeared.

"Why?" Wang Yan was a little overwhelmed.

"You keep one copy, and the Myriad Dharma Immortal Alliance will also keep the other copy as proof."

Wang Yan thought so, and the system did not prompt him to complete the task, so in order not to waste all his previous efforts, he spent another half an hour signing the second one.

Headmaster Ji waved his hand with satisfaction and took away a certificate. On his face, the smile suddenly gradually became distorted and crazy.

Finally it turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Wang Yan, sweating profusely, looked at the direction Master Ji was leaving and said with emotion: "Master, you are such a good person."

Then Wang Yan picked up the instruction manual with satisfaction, pinched it and looked at it, "That's wrong, why does it feel so thick?"

Suddenly, white smoke came out of the instruction manual, and what was originally a piece of paper turned into a thick dozen.

In addition to the sect transfer instructions, the remaining thick dozen are all gambling debt bills.

"You, you, me, you bastard"

The screams of despair and helplessness echoed throughout the world.

Wang Yan immediately rushed out of the door and staggered to the door of Leng Sisi's room, "Is Senior Sister Leng here? Help me?"

When no one responded, Wang Yan ran to Lin Xiaozhai's door again.

"Senior Sister Xiaozhai, are you here? Please help Junior Brother?"

Again no one responded.

At this time, a piece of paper and an envelope wrapped in gold wire fell out from among the thick dozen instructions.

Wang Yan picked up the paper and it read: "Disciple, I went out to save the world as my master, but considering that carrying a debt will tie my hands and feet, I leave the debt to you, and by the way, your senior sisters. I took it too."

Wang Yan was covered in cold sweat, and he comforted himself, "Don't panic, don't panic."