Rebirth Of Fantasy: Obtain The Sect System

"That's natural."

Just when Bingjiao was about to continue showing off, he seemed to notice something.

His face instantly became alert.

Then he looked at Zhu Leng and said loudly:

"Don't be happy, kid."

"What's wrong?" Zhu Leng was startled by these words, scratched his head and asked with some doubts.

Bingjiao glanced at him and replied indifferently:

"It's a strong Immortal King who is wandering outside the cave. If nothing else, he should have felt the huge movement that just happened."

What! Immortal King is strong?

Zhu Leng's body trembled, and the original joy disappeared instantly, replaced by a kind of worry.

He could only hear about the powerful Immortal King from the mouths of his sect disciples, but never saw it with his own eyes.

After all, such figures are only existences that he can look up to but cannot look directly at, let alone his identity as a law enforcement elder.

His status among the handyman disciples was already low, and an ordinary elder in charge could easily suppress him.

Over the years, he has been suppressed and feels numb.

Especially the deep fear and fear towards those who are powerful and hold elder positions.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this."

In the space, Bingjiao looked at Zhu Leng's facial expression and sighed slightly.

Zhu Leng's current state of mind is not good enough, and he cannot maintain the ability to shrink freely and maintain an unfazed expression in front of Taishan.

He is too young and still has a lot of growing up to do.

But this can't stop it, after all, it has been through this before.

Anyway, now it just needs to be cultivated well.

Thinking of this, he began to discuss with Zhu Leng.

"Boy, your current state of mind is not good enough. You still need a lot of time to grow and experience. If you don't dare to face this old guy, how about I take your place."

Hearing this, Zhu Leng lowered his head and did not answer. Instead, he looked at his hand, shook it, but then let go.

Finally, he chuckled, straightened his chest, looked forward, and whispered:

"This is my first lesson, right?"

Bingjiao was stunned by these words, but he nodded and replied:

"This is indeed your first lesson. It depends on whether you dare to step forward. As long as you dare to step forward, everything after that will be easier."

After hearing this, Zhu Leng let out a breath and walked out of the cave. Different from before, this time there was a trace of confidence on his face, and his temperament seemed to have changed a bit.

Seeing this, the ice dragon in the space lit up with cold eyes.

I started to take Zhu Leng seriously again.

Outside the cave, the old man was still thinking.

At the moment when he was thinking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps coming from far and near in the cave.

Seeing this situation, the old man's face was shocked, and all his aura began to emanate, and he looked inside warily.

The next moment, Zhu Leng stepped out with a confident look on his face, just in time to meet the old man's eyes.

While looking at each other, Zhu Leng was still a little timid at first, but when he thought of Bing Jiao's words, he suppressed his timidity again.

Try to keep your expression as calm as possible.

"I wonder who the senior is?"

Zhu Leng raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man, cupped his hands and asked, with a calm expression on his face, without any hint of nervousness.

I?

The old man was stunned for a while, but he saw the temperament exuding from Zhu Leng and the confident look on his face.

Coupled with the faint aura of the Golden Immortal Realm emanating from him, he guessed that this person should be a genius.

Not some senior boss.

But where did that murderous intent come from?

The old man was filled with doubts, but he still looked at the person in front of him.

"This boy should be the disciple of a senior in the sect, otherwise he would never have reached the Golden Immortal Realm at the age of just over 20 years old."

The old man determined Zhu Leng's identity in his heart, and then smiled back and said softly:

"I am the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall. I just heard a strange noise coming from the cave, so I came over after hearing the sound. I happened to see you walking out of it."

"I wonder which senior in the sect my little brother is the disciple of? Can you tell me?"

After hearing the question, Zhu Leng's expression remained calm, but he was still a little nervous. He shook his head and replied:

"I don't have a master. My current identity is just a handyman disciple."

"Thank you very much, senior."

"In a few days, I will participate in the promotion martial arts meeting."

Besides, there are countless geniuses in the sect now.

After the old man left, Zhu Leng let out a heavy breath and touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

"I need to think about this for some time."

Seeing this, the old man nodded with regret and didn't ask any more questions.

This is not common sense at all?

He has been rejected countless times and is very used to this feeling of rejection.

Um! The old man glanced at him with a smile, then turned into a stream of light and left the place.

But he seemed to have thought of something again. He rolled his eyes, smiled on his face, and extended an olive branch to Zhu Leng.

Anyway, he was used to it. The only thing he was confused about was, with such a high talent, why was Zhu Leng still a handyman disciple?

"The reason why I am a handyman disciple is because I have been concentrating on practicing the exercises in recent years, so I have delayed my promotion."

Hearing this, Zhu Liang chuckled twice, and under the guidance of Bingjiao secretly, he continued to pretend to be calm and answered:

But Zhu Leng's next sentence solved his doubts.

"What? A handyman disciple?"

It is normal for a genius to be domineering and complacent.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly nodded in realization.

It would be a lie if he wasn't nervous when communicating with a powerful Immortal King.

In this case, everything would make sense.

"Shouldn't it be right? With a talent like my little brother's, it's impossible to do it without the guidance of a master."

After all, if he asked again, he would be annoying. He couldn't afford to offend a genius who looked like an Immortal Emperor.

"I wonder if my little friend is interested in coming to my law enforcement hall?"

oh? The old man raised his eyebrows, feeling that this person was really arrogant, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Moreover, he has also seen that there are indeed some geniuses in the sect who do not need a master. Perhaps this is the case for the person in front of him.

Zhu Leng cupped his hands and continued to reply:

Under Bingjiao's instructions, Zhu Leng did not refuse and readily agreed.

However, with the ice dragon present, he quickly calmed down and continued to answer as if nothing had happened:

The old man seemed to have heard some unbelievable words, his face showed surprise, and he continued to ask doubtfully:

"In that case, I wish my little friend a smooth journey in the future." The old man looked at Zhu Liang with a smile, "Of course, if you encounter any trouble, you can go to the Law Enforcement Hall to find me."

He really didn't expect that the old man would actually extend an olive branch to him, which made him feel at a loss for a moment.

Zhu Liang looked stunned, blinked, and was a little confused.

"Just bring this with you when the time comes."

The old man threw a token into Zhu Leng's hand.

"That's because I don't need a master. I'm a loner, and the master is not important to me."

What?