Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

"If you don't want to sign up, get out of here, poor beggar, don't stand in my way."

Shi Yao opened his eyes amid the noise, and was then forcefully pushed aside. He glanced coldly at the fat man next to him, and a sinister look between his brows gradually enveloped his entire body.

For so many years, no one dared to provoke him like this, this guy is looking for death!!!

Shi Yao sneered with contempt, gathered his strength in his palms, and was about to attack when he suddenly felt an intense numbness and tingling all over his body.

This feeling was very familiar, and he looked around in horror.

"Thunder Tribulation?"

"Didn't I already perish and fall into the abyss in the heavenly thunder? Am I not dead?"

At this moment, a buzzing sound rang in his mind:

"Host, I am the Scumbag Transformation System 003. That was not a thunder tribulation just now. Rather, I used electric shocks to punish you. I saw that you have been wandering in the underworld purgatory because of too many killings and too strong obsessions. That is why I bound you to do the mission. I hope you cherish the opportunity to be reborn and abandon evil and do good."

Shi Yao narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of weirdness in his deep voice:

"So it was you who saved me, huh... What can I do? I was born a wicked man. What can you do to me if I want to kill people?"

After saying that, he slapped the fat man fiercely...

But nothing happened, not even a palm wind.

Shi Yao looked at his hands in shock. Where was his martial arts? Where was his Ji Yang Chi Magic Skill that was unrivaled in the world?

003 felt the icy air all over his body and shivered with cold, and kindly comforted him:

"Host, it's not easy for you to save your life, and the time of the Administration is relatively stopped. You are now a hundred years younger, which can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Fart's a blessing in disguise.

Shi Yao's years of cultivation were gone in an instant, and he felt a sense of emptiness in his dantian. The joy of rebirth a moment ago was gone.

At this moment, the people around suddenly gathered together, each holding a form in their hands and looking forward. Shi Yao was squeezed to the outside. With a gloomy face, he pulled someone over and asked:

"What are you doing?"

The man was dressed like a scholar in an elegant green shirt and bowed: "My surname is Lou, and the single character is Jia. May I ask what your surname is, brother?"

Shi Yao's patience ran out. He hated these weak scholars and hypocritical hypocrites the most. He grabbed him by the collar:

"Answer me honestly or I'll break your hand."

As if frightened by the pressure around him, Loujia quickly pointed to the distance:

"Today is the day when several peak masters of the Wanjian Sect select disciples. It is said that Immortal Venerable Ye Heng will also come. Most people here are here for him."

Ye Heng Xian Zun? Su Junli?

Shi Yao glanced towards the mountain gate in the distance with his sharp eyes, and suddenly saw three large red characters of "Wanjian Sect". Great, it came without any effort, and he was back in front of his arch-enemy just after being reborn.

He still remembered that he had fought with that hypocrite in the Great Wilderness of Hunxu for five days and five nights before falling into the abyss. If it weren't for the sudden thunder tribulation that came at the end, he would not have lost to Su Junli.

Shi Yao's eyes rolled and he thought of a great idea.

He casually snatched the registration form from Lou Jia's hand, and when he turned around and walked forward, his face had changed into a different look, like a dashing young man.

The Wanjian Sect is different from other sects. Disciples who want to join the sect are not only tested on basic swordsmanship, but also on their knowledge, morality, and discipline. Only after passing the tests can they be selected as inner disciples.

Shi Yao had been thinking about all sorts of things the whole morning, shaking his head and almost wanting to vomit, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, and finally made it to the talent stone test in the Chongqing Hall.

More than twenty men and women stood in the hall with their hands down. Shi Yao looked up from behind and saw two familiar-looking people sitting in front of the hall.

In the middle is the head of the Wanjian Sect, Yan Qing, dressed in white, with a dignified face. Below him on the left is Bo Yang, his second junior brother. As for the empty seat on the right, heh...

At this moment, an excited voice came from outside the palace: "Ye Heng Immortal Lord has arrived"

Everyone looked towards the door expectantly, and then a person walked over from Shi Yao's peripheral vision. He was dressed in white as white as snow and had a face as beautiful as jade.

tsk...

Apart from anything else, Su Junli's appearance is impeccable. The clothes of the Wanjian Sect are all plain white, and he may be the only one who can wear white with such a transcendent temperament.

When passing by Shi Yao, Su Junli's outer gauze dress rubbed against the back of his hand, and at the same time a faint cold fragrance entered his nose.

Shi Yao rubbed his hands on his clothes in disdain, and then heard Su Junli's indifferent voice: "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother"

Yan Qing stood up and looked at him excitedly, as if he wanted to come over and pat his shoulder, but then he remembered his rule of not approaching people within three feet, so he stopped in front of him:

"Junior brother, you finally woke up. We were all so happy when we received the letter from you, Ye Hengfeng, a few days ago."

Bo Yang clenched his hands, his eyes wandered around him, his tone tense:

"Yes, Jun Li, you have been in a coma for more than a hundred years. Are you still feeling unwell?"

Su Junli shook his head slightly, his face cold: "No, thank you for your concern, Junli is fine now."

Shi Yao frowned in confusion and gently tugged at the sleeve of the woman in front of him: "What year is it now?"

The woman had a beautiful appearance, but her eyes were arrogant. She glanced at Shi Yao's clothes, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.

However, a smart and pretty woman next to him looked at Shi Yao and said with a slightly red face:

"This year is the 56th year of Qingyuan. Why are you asking this?"

Shi Yao was slightly stunned. Hasn't it been one hundred and thirty-nine years since he left? He was in a coma because of a thunder tribulation. Why was Su Junli in a coma?

Just when he was about to ask a question, Yan Qing patted the talent stone in the hall from a distance:

"The selection begins now. Please report your names one by one and place your hands on the talent stone."

Shi Yao was watching from behind bored, until a familiar fat man came forward and proudly introduced his family name:

"Zeng Shiyong, the only son of Zengwulou in Guizhou"

In addition to the three peak masters and eight hall elders present, no one heard Zeng Wulou's face turn pale. Zeng Shiyong then remembered his father's earnest admonition:

The Wanjian Sect is the leader of all the immortal sects in the world, especially Ye Heng Su Junli, who is the number one in the world of immortal cultivation. Only the Demon Emperor can rival him. You must be humble and polite to please him, and it would be best if you can get him as your disciple, so that Zeng Wulou can become famous.

Zeng Shiyong hurriedly bowed respectfully to the three people at the top, then placed his hand on the talent stone. The talent stone lit up with a brown light, and someone nearby reported:

"Earth Spiritual Root, Second Stage of Foundation Building"

He quickly glanced at Su Junli's face, and seeing that he had no expression on his face, he had no choice but to walk away with his face smothered.

The next one was the scholar named Lou Jia, who surprised Shi Yao quite a bit. He didn't expect that although he looked weak, he was actually in the second stage of foundation building and had wood spiritual roots.

Shi Yao was the last one in the men's group. He walked to the spirit stone, glanced at Su Junli nonchalantly, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"Shi Yao, an idle monk"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples off the field showed disdain.

Most of them come from famous families, and in their eyes, idle cultivators are just lower-level cultivators who have no money or power.

But then I thought, could it be that this person has special talents that he dares to participate in the inner door selection so boldly?

Inside the hall, all the peak masters and elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect looked at the spirit stone...