Rebirth of fantasy: Obtain the sect system

Half a month later.

Profound Heaven Sect Outer Disciple Deacon Office.

Zhu Leng appeared in a hall, and in front of him stood a white-haired old man in yellow clothes.

At this time, the white-haired elder was looking at Zhu Leng with a serious look on his face, holding a few things in his hand.

"This is your handyman disciple's clothing and token. Remember, you must keep the token well, otherwise the sect will not be able to help you if anything happens in the future."

The white-haired old man said to him solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhu Leng nodded respectfully, leaned over and cupped his hands:

"Thank you, elder. I will remember it."

Um! The white-haired old man glanced at him and nodded, then left with his hands behind his hands.

But before leaving, he still took a deep look at Zhu Leng, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

"I really don't know, but how did your strength reach the Golden Immortal Realm from the Human Immortal Realm in just one year?"

The white-haired elder was confused.

He naturally knows about Zhu Leng. After all, Zhu Leng's identity has been known to everyone in the sect for a long time.

The white-haired elder also knew what he was going through, but as an elder, he couldn't possibly treat Zhu Leng like his own child.

But then he seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah, I almost forgot. His father and his mother are not bad in talent. One is an inner disciple and the other is a genius of the Fox Clan."

"Yes!" The white-haired old man said mockingly to himself. At this time, he had already walked outside the hall and was looking at Zhu Leng's leaving figure:

"With such talented parents, how could their son's talent be so bad? I'm afraid there is some kind of physique hidden in the body that has not been stimulated, and something happened to him recently that changed his character, so he has such a cultivation level."

Thinking of this, everything became clear to the white-haired old man.

Looking at Zhu Leng's disappearing figure, a smile appeared.

He is very optimistic about Zhu Leng's future path.

At this time, Zhu Leng didn't know this yet, and was very happy to get the outer disciple's clothes and token.

After he left the hall, several strong men stared at him closely, especially a man with a scar around his eye.

"We haven't seen this guy for a year, how come he has become so strong? Do you know what's going on?"

The man with the scar looked a little confused and confused.

He could remember that when he met Zhu Leng a year ago, his strength was only in the Human Immortal realm.

As a result, one year later, this guy's strength actually made a big jump, reaching the Celestial Immortal Realm.

You must know that the Celestial Immortal Realm has reached the threshold to enter the inner gate, and it is also a mountain that disciples like them cannot look up to.

"I don't know! Maybe he encountered some opportunity, otherwise it would be impossible not to see him for a year."

The person next to him shook his head helplessly, realizing that Zhu Leng must have received a great opportunity.

Seeing this, the scarred man glanced at him, said nothing, and left with a few people.

There was no trouble with Zhu Leng.

After all, they are not idiots, and their status is very different now.

Zhu Leng has the cultivation level of Celestial Immortal Realm, and he will definitely be an inner disciple in the future. He is not something that an outer disciple of them can afford to offend.

In the past, I was ridiculed purely because a few people were short of mouth.

Now they don't dare to say anything.

It was too late to beg for mercy.

But if they knew that Zhu Leng's true strength was the Golden Immortal Realm, they would probably drop their eyes in shock.

Zhu Leng did not reveal all of his cultivation, only the Celestial Immortal Realm.

After all, as the saying goes: You should be low-key in life.

Of course, this was only the case at Bing Jiao's insistence.

Otherwise, Zhu Leng really wanted to show off his strength.

Although he doesn't want to take revenge, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to drink in front of others!

But this is normal, young and frivolous.

"Boy, what are your plans next?"

"You have also become an outer disciple. Are you going to prepare for the assessment of inner disciples next?"

On the way back to the residence.

Bingjiao looked at Zhu Leng's complacent look and asked.

Hearing the question, Zhu Leng stopped, lowered his head and thought for a while, and replied after a long time:

"Senior, I am not planning to assess the inner disciples."

"I want to go outside and train myself."

oh? Hearing Zhu Leng's answer, Bingjiao raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Leng explained with a smile:

"Although I have been very happy and comfortable staying in the sect these days, without the ridicule and insults before, I also know the reason for all this."

"So my next plan is to improve myself and challenge my limits, such as hunting Monsters!"

"Or maybe it's to kill the Demon Race thieves and do harm to the people!"

"Kill the Demon Race?"

After hearing the previous words, Bingjiao nodded with satisfaction. After all, it was really time for Zhu Leng to go and experience it.

But after hearing the words "kill the Demon Race thief", it couldn't sit still for a moment, exclaimed, and quickly tried to comfort it:

"Boy, you can kill the Monster, but you better not get involved in killing the Demon Race."

"Why?"

Zhu Leng was a little puzzled. Doesn't Bingjiao usually support him? Why can't I just kill the Demon Race thieves?

"Although Demon Race has been arresting people in the human realm recently, each of them has the strength of the Immortal King and even the Immortal Sovereign."

"This kind of strength is not something you can afford today."

The ice dragon opened his mouth to explain that in the past half month, it had been paying attention to what happened in the ten domains.

Demon Race pays special attention to catching people.

"At least you have to be promoted to Immortal King."

"Otherwise, instead of killing them, you will be captured by them. Then even the Heavenly King will not be able to save you."

But Zhu Lieng had his own self-confidence and said indifferently:

"That's why I said I want to challenge my limits."

Hearing this, Bingjiao helplessly covered his head and felt speechless to Zhu Leng:

"You are not challenging your own limits. You are seeking death."

But Zhu Leng was still firm in his choice and said:

"I can just hide behind the seniors of the sect. I just want to see the world this time. There is no need to start a fight."

Hearing this, Bingjiao frowned, but still shook his head:

"No, you have to listen to me on this matter. You can't participate in killing the Demon Race thieves. My suggestion is that you practice killing Monsters first and practice your reflexes."

"When your strength improves in the future, you can go to Demon Race to cause trouble."

"Can……"

Zhu Leng still wanted to refute.

But before he could say anything, Bing Jiao stopped him.

And at this time, with a trace of doubt on his face, he said solemnly:

"Boy, you need to shrink your mentality. Your talent is indeed powerful, so powerful that it is unparalleled."

"The success of the past half month has given you pride and confidence, but don't forget, what were you like before when you didn't have these?"

"I told you before that there are not many geniuses who die on the road, but the geniuses who are alive are the real geniuses."

Bingjiao's sincere and thoughtful advice.

He could understand Zhu Leng's current mood. In the past half month, Zhu Leng's road had been smooth, which made him a little proud and complacent.

So now Bingjiao must try his best to dissuade him.

Otherwise Zhu Leng would die on the road.

After hearing Bingjiao's coherent words, Zhu Leng lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was reflecting on himself or thinking about it.

Finally, he sighed softly and nodded:

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Seeing this, Bingjiao's anxious heart could finally let go.

"Children can be taught."