Godly Dragon Guard

Several elders and heads of the remaining six immortal gates wooed Shen Lang to join their own sect.

After seeing Shen Lang's horrifying battle, these elders or heads of the Seven Great Immortals impressed him very well.

The talent of this child can be said to be against the sky, just a little training, it will definitely become a great weapon.

In addition, Shen Lang's son also seems to be a man of love and righteousness, such sweet pastry, what school does not want?

Except for the mentally retarded elder of Guqimen.

The six immortal gates, including Zhaoyang Sect, were very interested in Shen Lang, and they threw out olive branches.

Such a straightforward scramble for talents caused an embarrassment for the senior elders of the Ancient Art Sect.

"Elder, Shen Lang's aptitude is amazing. If we let Shen Lang go like this, is it something wrong?"

"Yeah! Shen Lang has done nothing wrong, why should it be like this?"

"Elder, your previous concerns are only speculation after all, you don't need to be so harsh on Shen Lang."

The elders of the Guqimen couldn't stand it anymore, one by one, they pleaded for Shen Lang.

Nangong Mo still went his own way, and sternly reprimanded: "Keeping this kid in the martial arts must be a disaster, you don't need to say any more, I have decided."

Guqimen elder, look at me and I look at you, silently sighing.

Ning Xiaoyao glanced at Shen Lang who swallowed his breath, feeling inexplicably lost.

...

Shen Lang originally planned to leave this annoying place in anger, but he suddenly hesitated when he saw the call of solicitation initiated by the leaders of the other six immortals.

The ancient wares can't tolerate oneself, and other sects may not. It seems that there is no loss when I change to a different school.

However, after hitting a wall once, Shen Lang has a strong sense of resistance to joining the martial arts, unless he can get enough benefits, otherwise he is not willing to join the martial arts again!

"Thank you seniors for taking in. The juniors don't care about power and background. As long as which school is willing to give me a chance to participate in the hunting trial, I will join which school!"

Shen Lang stated his purpose very bluntly.

The hunting trial is very important to him, and this may be the only chance he can get the Nine Turns Dao Sutra! If you can get the Nine Zhuan Dao Jing, you have a greater possibility.

As soon as these words came out, the other top six immortal gates began to discuss voice transmission.

For the Seven Immortals, the hunting trial is also a very important opportunity. It is rumored that a very small number of monks who can pass the hunting trial can obtain the great fortune bestowed by the Seven Sages of Meishan, and there is a high probability that they can advance to the fairyland.

In addition, there are too few places in this hunting trial, and there are not many places in the Seven Immortals, and no one wants to let them go. What's more, this is extremely unfair to the disciples who have already been successfully promoted.

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

"Eh, little brother, why are you leaving the antique door so soon?"

This voice, as if it can penetrate the soul of man, contains indescribable power.

"Who?"

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

The monks in the audience were also shocked by the sudden sound, and countless divine consciousness swept away in all directions.

"This voice is..."

Ning Xiao Yao was shocked, and subconsciously stood up from the stand, her delicate body trembled slightly, she seemed to be very familiar with the voice.

The next moment, a mad old man with a dirty face, leaning on a cane with a dragon head, fell from the sky, fell beside Shen Lang like a ghost, and patted him on the shoulder.

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

"It's you!"

Shen Lang's eyes were wide open, and the crazy old man in front of him was not the master of the ancient artifact that he had bumped into.

"Brother Ning?"

Nangong Mo suddenly changed color.

"Ning Rufeng!"

Among the seven immortal gates, many senior elders recognized Ning Rufeng and couldn't help exclaiming.

"The disciple sees the head!"

The disciples of Guqimen were shocked for a while, and then bowed and saluted the crazy old man.

The crazy old man, whose real name is Ning Rufeng, is the master of ancient artifacts.

There was a commotion in the audience.

The long-lost elder of the Ancient Artifact Gate suddenly appeared here?

There has long been a legend in the Qianqiu Peak domain. It is rumored that Ning Rufeng, the elder of the Ancient Artifact Sect, had committed a crazy illness hundreds of thousands of years ago.

There are even many rumors that Ning Rufeng has died of life, and that the madness is just a concealment of the ancient artifacts.

There are various theories. In short, Ning Rufeng is a rather mysterious figure.

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

Once, Ning Rufeng was also a famous master in Qianqiu Peak area, no one knew!

But since he fell mad, he has completely silenced his voice.

Now that so many years have passed, most of the younger generations of Qianqiu Peak don't know this name that has been famous, but the seven immortal gates and those senior elders who have stepped into the fairyland have heard of this name.

"What is Ning Rufeng? Who is Ning Rufeng? I am not!"

The crazy old man shook his head like a rattle.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the disciples of the ancient artifacts, and he only smiled at Shen Lang hippiely: "Little brother, look at your frown, which ancient artifact cultivator bullied you? The old man will help you be fair!"

Shen Lang was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, and talked about the main point: "Senior, you don't need to pay attention to my business, but your daughter Ning Xiaoyao has been looking for you. You, father and daughter, should meet each other."

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Xiaoyao from the ancient device gate stand rushed out into the air and came to Ning Rufeng, her body trembling, and her emotions extremely excited.

"Father, is it really you?"

Ning Xiaoyao, who had always been indifferent and icy, turned his eyes slightly red at this moment.

"Oh, you girl, don't keep pestering me? The old man is not happy enough outside, don't let me be anything more like wind and water."

The crazy old man looked at Ning Xiaoyao's gaze slightly.

"Father, you are the head of the ancient art sect. Please stop escaping from reality. The sect needs you to go back and preside over the overall situation!" Ning Xiaoyao bit her silver teeth and persuaded.

The crazy old man pretended to say: "What kind of antique master? The old man is not! Even if it is, the old man does not want to be."

"That's right!" As if suddenly thinking of something, the crazy old man hurriedly grabbed Shen Lang's hand, raised it up, and shouted: "Haha, I'm not the master of ancient artefacts anymore. Let this little brother pick it up. My position! From today, the old man will

The position of the family leader is passed to this little brother! "

The audience was silent, the disciple of the Ancient Art Sect, look at me and I look at you, shocked and speechless.

"Front... Senior, don't be kidding!"

Shen Lang was completely speechless, and hurriedly withdrew his hand. "The old man didn't joking with you. Hey, what are you guys doing there? Hurry up and call the new head, just say the new head is good!" The crazy old man yelled at the disciples of ancient artifacts in the stands. Tao.