The system forced me to eat soft rice [Quick Transmigration]

Ye Wenzhe has been peeing differently since he was a child,

Others strive to be the first, he strives to be the last.

Others desperately want to be promoted, but he has a prominent family background since he was a child, but his greatest wish in life is to be able to sleep without being disturbed.

So he began to think seriously about a question: Should he become a monk or go up the mountain to become a Taoist priest?

In the end, after much deliberation, monks have too many rules, and they can only be vegetarians if they want to be ordained. Taoist priests sound a lot more comfortable. The ancients said "the great way is inaction", and Ye Wenzhe quite agrees with this sentence.

Wearing a commoner coat, carrying a sword on his back, and holding a broken bag, he went up to Nanshan Mountain and became a disciple of Li Xuankun's sect.

He thought he could be a salted fish happily, but after he went up the mountain, he realized what is called ideal is beautiful, reality is cruel,

You have to get up at five in the morning every day to practice, there are countless disciplines and various competitions in the sect.

But Ye Wenzhe was not discouraged by this, he tried his best to cut corners in his daily practice, he only practiced for half an hour a day when others practice inner skills, and others went up to the mountain every day to ask the elders for advice, he would find a teacher whenever he was free The gymnasium fell asleep.

But even so, his cultivation base is still advancing by leaps and bounds compared to the same period, and his tendons and brain seem to have been opened up by himself. No matter what kind of mental method secrets, Ye Wenzhe can usually learn it by himself without a teacher just by looking at it.

His master Li Xuankun was very pleased with this, and often praised his great apprentice with everyone for being a wizard of Taoism, and he simply brought the realm of "Tao follows nature" to the extreme. It can be said that the blue is better than the blue.

At this time, Ye Wenzhe could only look at him helplessly: "Master, listen to me..."

Li Xuankun waved his hand: "Don't say any more, Master believes in you, you are the future hope of our Nanshan Sect."

The master refused to listen to his sophistry, so what could he do?He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Why is it so difficult to be a salted fish?"

Fortunately, after years of hard work, Ye Wenzhe finally realized a set of exclusive secrets.

The kind that can keep him in an "invincible" position for a long time.

With this set of tricks, he maintained a zero score for two full years, breaking the low score record in the cultivation world for nearly ten years.

But today, when his opponent swung his first sword, Ye Wenzhe noticed something strange. It was the first time his zero score record was in such a serious crisis.

Seeing that his points were at stake, he had no choice but to tell the other party the truth.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hezhou raised his eyebrows, turned his palm holding the sword, and the silver-white sword tip slashed across his sword, and immediately distanced himself from Ye Wenzhe.

"Want to lose? Then you have to rely on your ability?"

Ye Wenzhe pursed his thin lips, and a serious expression rarely flashed in his eyes. Could it be that his destined opponent finally appeared?

Facing Qin Hezhou's provocation, he didn't panic in the slightest, because if he dared to be the second, no one would dare to be the first if he lost the achievement of a competition quickly.

The little chubby pier on the side watched that in just a quarter of an hour, the moves of the two people in the arena were ever-changing, each showing their own special abilities, and the fight was inseparable, although...

Every stroke passes by each other perfectly, and the accuracy can be called a master of human body strokes.

But even if Little Fatty couldn't understand what the two of them were doing, he still felt that they looked very powerful.

Maybe this is it, master.

According to the regulations of the Zongmen Grand Competition, if there is no winner within three hours, one cannot voluntarily admit defeat except in emergency situations.

This is why although the two seem to be fighting back and forth without stopping for a moment, they never hurt each other, because they are both waiting for the moment when they can voluntarily surrender.

Occasionally, one or two people passed by the venue where they competed. They were just casually looking at it with some curiosity, but this quick glance made them dumbfounded. Even in the high-level arena, they had never seen such a strange match— —In the nearly hour-long fight, both sides were unscathed?

Some people chose to stay and watch. They stood beside the little fat pier, thinking to watch for a while, and leave after seeing the outcome.

However, an hour passed, and Qin Hezhou and Ye Wenzhe fought inseparably.

Two hours passed, and there was still no winner.

Three hours passed, and the number of onlookers reached an unprecedented peak, even breaking the record in history.

The rumor that "the third-level D group has a duel that has never been heard of and never seen before" spreads wildly throughout the entire Nanshan Mountain. Many people even want to witness this legendary "peak duel" "And gave up the opportunity to go to the high-end field to join in the fun.

Everyone began to speculate about who would be the final winner of this "protracted" battle.

Someone on Xiaopangdun's left hand pointed at Qin Hezhou and said, "In my opinion, the one in black has a better chance of winning. You can see that his moves are full of ruthlessness, and his sword swings are crisp and neat, without messing things up. "

"I don't think so." The other person retorted, "In my opinion, the one who picks up the trash has a better chance of winning. You see, even if he turns a corner with his sword energy, he can perfectly avoid the opponent. If you want to control it well This kind of strength must have a strong internal force, if it were me, I would have already slashed at the opponent. If he is not a master, I don't believe it."

The battle situation on the field became more and more stalemate, and the controversy off the field became louder and louder. Finally, someone made a bet on the outcome of the two.

"The odds for black clothes are one to two, and the odds for picking up rags are one to three. Anyone else want to bet?" Someone in the crowded crowd yelled, "Hurry up if you want to bet."

"Me! I pay ten cents to pick up junk."

The loud yelling from off the field also spread to the field. Hearing this, the corners of Ye Wenzhe's mouth twitched. It's just that there are too many people betting on Qin Hezhou to win, but what is it to call him a "trash picker"?

Thinking about this, he whispered to the other party: "Brother Qin, today is really a match, but to be honest, I am a little tired, how about..."

"Why don't you push yourself all the way, how about I just admit defeat when the three hours come?" Qin Hezhou raised an eyebrow, "It's just around the corner to make a fortune."

"Ah... I'm afraid there's something wrong with this." Ye Wenzhe swung his long sword and said, "I'm afraid Ye Mou is invincible in victory, not to mention money is something outside of him. In my opinion, Brother Qin The level is far above mine, it is not as good as..."

"Then you are joking. Brother Ye is hiding everything. Do you think that in these three hours, I have hurt you with every move? If there is no brother Ye in the finals, I will not watch it." After finishing speaking, Qin Hezhou Swinging a sword light into the air around Ye Wenzhe, he took half a step back.

Facing Qin Hezhou's nonsense, the corners of Ye Wenzhe's mouth froze and his eyelids twitched. This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult opponent.

It seems that there is no way to lose this game today without showing your true skills.

In the next second, Ye Wenzhe stood in front of his chest with a long sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and recited formulas with his left hand. Immediately afterwards, Wan Dao sword energy emanated from his sword, turning into a golden light and piercing through the air, causing a gust of wind. The strong wind blew his hair and the hem of his clothes, and when Ye Wenzhe opened his eyes again, his expression became a little different.

Everyone held their breath when they saw this, and looked at the center of the field with all their attention.

"Nanshan sect's mastery of comprehension, ten thousand swords return to the sect... Is this something that can be seen in the third-level field?" Someone asked unconsciously.

The person next to him rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and said, "We don't know, just wait and see how the one in black will react. I'm afraid this competition is about to decide a winner."

Contrary to the tense attitude of the onlookers, Qin Hezhou stood motionless when he saw Wan Dao Jianguang coming towards him.

Seeing his reaction, some people wondered: "Why is he doing this? He doesn't even avoid it. Could it be that he wants to die?"

"You don't understand this. This is a master. How can you understand the routines of masters? This is called adapting to all changes." Another person shook his head repeatedly.

Seeing that sword energy approaching Qin Hezhou rapidly, it suddenly changed its direction when it was about to touch his hair, and the next second, the ten thousand sword lights turned to his left at the same time.

Accompanied by the loud noise of "Kuang! Bang! Bang!", a row of big trees behind everyone fell down.

But Qin Hezhou in the middle of the field was unscathed, he sneered in his heart, sure enough, Ye Wenzhe wanted to repeat his old tricks and tricked him into making moves, but unfortunately he had already seen through.

"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly there was thunderous applause from the audience.

"This is a duel between masters. Look at his precise prediction. Look at the dense forest on the right side of the man in black, and the rag picker must have expected that the other party would dodge to the empty left side. It’s why I made such a bad move, and if it were me, I would have been hit long ago. But the man in black can still think calmly under such circumstances, it’s really courageous.”

On the other hand, Qin Hezhou in the field had a cold face, and he didn't look happy at all. He secretly counted the time in his heart, thinking about how many tricks he would have to feint before he would take the initiative to admit defeat.On the bright side, he waved a black sword wind and danced towards the opponent.

Everyone in the audience saw that his sword energy had turned into a real form, and they thought that the man in black clothes had finally become serious this time, but they didn't even dare to express their anger.

In fact, this sword move looks extremely ferocious in the eyes of others, but it doesn't even use any internal strength. The real effect is comparable to fanning someone with a fan.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to hit Ye Wenzhe's face, Ye Wenzhe suddenly showed a "nervous look", and hurriedly dodged to the right, but in the process of dodging, his left foot "accidentally" tripped over his right foot, taking the whole body with him. The man fell onto a rock, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Since Qin Hezhou doesn't give him the chance to touch porcelain, can't he touch porcelain himself?

And the previous move was just a trick, Qin Hezhou thought he was on the first floor, but in fact he was on the fifth floor.

In the end, Ye Wenzhe slowly got up from the ground to pick up the sword under Qin Hezhou's gloomy face that could drip water, and folded his arms regretfully and said to the other party:

"Ye's skills are not as good as others, so he lost."

After all, without giving the other party any chance to react, he turned his head quickly, frantically hinting at the little fat man who was still in a daze, and then the little fat man raised his voice belatedly: "I announce the decision of this match. The winner is the Three Puritans, Qin Hezhou."

Amidst the uproar of the crowd, Qin Hezhou left the arena with a dark face.

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At the same time, Ruan Juegang, the second disciple of the Sanpuritan Yufengtang Ruan elder sect, won the competition. He looked at the auditorium where the needles could be heard, and said doubtfully:

"What's going on today? I can't even see a living person."

Xiaodaotong, who was sweeping fallen leaves, responded, "I heard that there was a fierce competition in the third-level field, so they all passed."

After saying that, he muttered again: "If I didn't have to stay and clean, I would go too."

"A third-level show," Ruan Jue sneered disdainfully, "is it worth watching a third-level show?"

As he spoke, he turned and looked at the arbitrator beside him, and asked, "Who should I deal with next?"

"Let me take a look." Hearing this, the arbitrator took out a scroll of parchment, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "The player who just won the third-level field is also from your San Puritan, named Qin Hezhou."

Ruan Jue: "..."

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