Several elders and heads of the other six immortal sects pulled Shen Lang to join their own sects.

After witnessing Shen Lang's shocking battle, these elders or heads of the Seven Immortal Sects had a very good impression of him.

This son's talent is amazing. He only needs a little training and will definitely become a great person.

In addition, Shen Lang is also like a person who values ​​love and friendship. Which sect doesn’t want such a hot commodity?

Except for the mentally retarded elder of the ancient artifact sect.

The six immortal sects, including Zhaoyang Sect, were very interested in Shen Lang and all extended olive branches.

Such a straightforward competition for talents made the senior elders of the ancient artifact sect embarrassed.

"Great Elder, Shen Lang's qualifications are extremely amazing. If we let Shen Lang go like this, wouldn't it be wrong?"

"Yes! Shen Lang did nothing wrong, why do you have to make such a fuss?"

"Great Elder, your previous concerns are just speculations after all, so there is no need to be so harsh on Shen Lang."

The elders of the ancient artifact sect couldn't bear it anymore and each one of them begged for Shen Lang.

Nangong Mo still did his own thing and scolded him sternly: "It will be a disaster to keep this boy in the sect. You don't need to say anything more, I have decided."

The elder of the ancient artifact sect, look at me, and sigh silently.

Ning Xiaoyao looked at Shen Lang who was swallowing his anger and felt inexplicably disappointed.

...

Shen Lang originally planned to leave this annoying place with anger, but when he saw the solicitation voice initiated by the senior executives of the other six immortal sects, he was immediately hesitant.

The ancient artifact sect cannot tolerate me, and other sects may not be able to tolerate me. If I change my sect, I don’t seem to lose anything.

However, after a wall, Shen Lang felt a strong resistance to joining the sect again. Unless he could get enough benefits, he was not willing to join the sect again!

"Thank you for taking in the predecessors. I don't like power and background. As long as any sect is willing to give me a chance to participate in the hunting trial, I will join which sect!"

Shen Lang said his purpose very bluntly.

Hunting trials are crucial to him, and this may be the only chance he can get the Nine Transformation Taoist Sutra! If he can get the Nine Transformation Taoist Sutra, he will have greater possibilities.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other six senior officials of the Immortal Sect began to send a message to discuss.

For the Seven Immortal Sects, hunting trials are also a very important opportunity. It is rumored that a very small number of monks who can pass the hunting trials can obtain the great fortune given by the Seven Saints of Meishan, and there is a considerable probability that they can advance to the realm of Earth Immortals.

In addition, there are too few places for this hunting trial, and there are not many places for the seven immortal sects, so no one wants to release the places. Moreover, this is extremely unfair to disciples who have already successfully advanced.

At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Hey, little brother, why are you going to exit the ancient artifact sect so soon?"

This sound seems to penetrate human soul and contains indescribable power.

"who?"

Shen Lang's face changed drastically, and his eyes quickly looked around.

All the monks in the audience were also shocked by the sudden sound, and countless spiritual senses scanned all directions.

"This sound is..."

Ning Xiaoyao's heart was shocked and subconsciously stood up from the seat of the stands. Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was very familiar with the voice.

The next moment, a crazy old man with a dragon-headed crutch and a dirty face fell from the sky, landing next to Shen Lang like a ghost, patting his shoulder.

Shen Lang was startled and turned around to look at the crazy old man behind him who was patting his shoulder.

"It's you!"

Shen Lang's eyes widened, and the crazy old man in front of him was not the head of the ancient artifact sect he happened to run into.

"Senior Brother Ning?"

Nangong Mo changed color erectly.

"Ning Rufeng!"

Among the seven immortal sects, many senior elders recognized Ning Rufeng and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Disciple, please pay homage to the head!"

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect were shocked at first, and then bowed to the crazy old man.

The crazy old man’s real name is Ning Rufeng, and he is the head of the ancient artifact sect.

There was a commotion in the audience.

The long-lost elder of the ancient artifact sect suddenly appeared here?

There have been legends in Qianqiu Peak. It is rumored that Ning Rufeng, the elder of the ancient artifact sect, suffered a madness hundreds of thousands of years ago, was not in the sect for many years, and his whereabouts were unpredictable and he rarely showed up in public.

There are even many rumors that Ning Rufeng has died, saying that he is crazy but is just concealing the ancient artifact sect.

There are all kinds of sayings, in short, Ning Rufeng is a very mysterious figure.

At first glance, the crazy old man in front of him was a weak monk in the fusion stage, but his true cultivation has always been a mystery.

Once upon a time, Ning Rufeng was also a well-known master in Qianqiu Peak, and everyone knew it!

But since he became crazy, he has completely disappeared.

Now that so many years have passed, most of the younger generations in Qianqiu Peak do not know this name that was once powerful, but the Seven Immortal Sects and the senior elders who have entered the realm of human immortals have heard of this name.

"What Ning Rufeng? Who is Ning Rufeng? I'm not!"

The crazy old man's head was shaking like a rattle.

He didn't bother to pay attention to these disciples of the ancient artifact sect, and only smiled at Shen Lang with a smile: "Little brother, look at your frowning look, which monk from the ancient artifact sect bullies you? I'll help you uphold justice!"

Shen Lang was stunned at first, then shook his head and said the key point: "Senior, don't pay attention to my business. Your daughter Ning Xiaoyao has been looking for you all the time. You father and daughter should meet each other."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xiaoyao from the ancient artifact stand rushed out and came to Ning Rufeng. His delicate body trembled and his emotions seemed extremely excited.

"Father, it's you?"

Ning Xiaoyao, who had always been as cold as ice, had his eyes slightly red at this moment.

"Oh, can you stop pestering me all the time? I haven't had enough happiness outside yet, so don't let me be Ning Rufeng and Ning Rushui anymore."

The crazy old man looked at Ning Xiaoyao with a little dodging.

"Father, you are the head of the ancient artifact sect. Please don't escape reality anymore. The sect needs you to go back and take charge of the overall situation!" Ning Xiaoyao gritted his silver teeth and persuaded.

The crazy old man pretended to be garlic and said, "What kind of ancient artifact sect leader? I am not! Even so, I don't want to be the one."

"By the way!"

The crazy old man seemed to suddenly think of something, hurriedly grabbed Shen Lang's hand, raised it up, and shouted: "Haha, I won't be the head of the ancient artifact sect, let this little brother come to pick me up! From today on, I will pass the position of the head of the ancient artifact sect to this little brother!"

The audience was silent. The disciples of the ancient artifact sect looked at me and looked at you, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

"Former...sen! Don't joke!"

Shen Lang was speechless and hurriedly retracted his hand.
Chapter completed!