All the disciples of the ancient artifact sect stood there on the spot, and Ning Xiaoyao was stunned.

Lu Peng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Why did Shen Lang, the turtle, get involved with the madman leader?

The situation is unpredictable now.

The crazy old man suddenly became a little anxious and scratched his head and said, "If you don't shout, I will knock you all to death with one stick! Call me quickly!"

"Hello...new leader!"

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect were shocked and had to do it. Ning Rufeng dared not refuse to obey Ning Rufeng's request.

The elders of the ancient artifact sect didn't even dare to say anything, because they knew that the head of the sect was gentle and sometimes furious. If they dared to disobey the head of the sect, there would definitely be no good results.

"ah?"

Shen Lang was completely shocked and wondered if something was wrong with his ears.

These monks from the ancient artifact sect actually call themselves the new leader?

The monks in the audience were also stunned, staggering like sculptures, and shocked.

This is such a big joke!

Just now, the ancient artifact sect regarded Shen Lang as a major threat to the sect. Now, in a blink of an eye, he called someone else's new leader. The style of painting changed too quickly, which was simply unexpected.

The crazy leader of this ancient artifact sect is very interesting, and all the monks are waiting to watch the show.

Nangong Mo's face turned pale, his old face couldn't hold back, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother, calm down and stop making trouble."

"Nothing? Do you have the will to say it again?"

The crazy old man's mood changed drastically. He looked at Nangong Mo with an unhappy face and strode forward. A trace of violence suddenly flashed on his originally hippie smiley expression.

Nangong Mo was a little frightened and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother, I..."

"Okay, you don't have to say anything more!"

The crazy old man shrugged and slapped Nangong Mo.

"Bang!"

The slap was like teleportation. Before Nangong Mo could react, his face was severely damaged and he flew out slanted, his face was deformed and his mouth was covered in blood.

The hearts of the monks trembled. Ning Rufeng's strength in front of him was really unfathomable. Even the leader of Zhaoyang Sect was as strong as that of the sect leader, he could not see clearly how the crazy old man took action just now.

But the crazy old man's temperament is elusive. He fought against Nangong Mo with just a disagreement. No one could understand what he was thinking.

Nangong Mo fell to the ground. Although he was not injured, he looked extremely embarrassed.

Xia Shan'er hurriedly helped Nangong Mo up. No matter what Nangong Mo did wrong, she was still her master after all, and Xia Shan'er immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Master, are you okay?"

Lu Peng also stepped forward and helped Nangong Mo up.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Mo pushed him away with a palm and angrily shouted: "Damn it, go as far as you can!"

With his words, he signaled Lu Peng to leave the place quickly. Lu Peng was puzzled and had to retreat aside in a dirt.

The crazy old man said sarcastically: "Nangong Mo, Nangong Mo, I saved your life at the beginning, and it was not something that made you sing the opposite tune with me. If you dare to disobey me again, I will kill you!"

"Sir... Stop your anger."

Nangong Mo's face showed a look of horror and said these four words in a low voice.

The monks in the audience couldn't help but be amazed. You know, Nangong Mo is a master in the late stage of the human immortal, and he is willing to endure such humiliation?

Any cultivator with a strong cultivation level can guess more or less. Ning Rufeng's cultivation level may have reached an unimaginable state, otherwise Nangong Mo would not have acted like this.

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect all showed horror and the elders who had always been high would be so humble. The head of the sect is worthy of being the head of the sect. Even if he has become crazy, it is not easy to maintain such a high prestige.

The crazy old man patted Shen Lang on the shoulder and smiled with a smug look on his face, "Little brother, you see it. Now no one is opposed to you becoming the head of the ancient artifact sect anymore."

Shen Lang could no longer understand the development of things, and he only felt strange. A cunning guy like Nangong Mo was so afraid of the crazy old man?

"No, I am not interested in the position of the leader. I will never be the leader of this ancient artifact sect, nor do I have this ability. Please take back the life of the senior!"

Shen Lang was worried that he would be appointed as the new leader by chance, so he showed a rejection in advance.

Seeing that Shen Lang was completely uninterested in being the head of the sect for him, the crazy old man was very resistant and scratched his head and said, "Forget it, it seems that I have made things difficult for me. I don't have to leave the ancient artifact sect. With me protecting you, no one dares to go against you in the future."

"this……"

Shen Lang was a little hesitant. Although the crazy old man seemed to have a very prestigious appearance, who knew whether Nangong Mo would take revenge on him after he left?

On the contrary, this accident caused by the crazy old man will put himself in danger.

Shen Lang didn't hide it and expressed his concerns.

The crazy old man glanced at Nangong Mo and said disdainfully: "Little brother, don't worry. If Nangong Mo dares to touch you, I will destroy his baby illegitimate son!"

"An illegitimate child? What an illegitimate child?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

The disciples of the ancient artifact sect looked at each other, and they all looked surprised, thinking when the elder would have an illegitimate child.

The crazy old man pointed at Lu Peng and shouted: "It turns out that you are still kept in the dark. This yellow-haired boy named Lu Peng is Nangong Mo's illegitimate son!"

One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.

"What!"

The monks of the ancient artifact sect were shocked and looked at the crazy old man with shocked eyes.

"No... impossible!"

Even Lu Peng himself took a few steps back, his face full of disbelief.

There was a commotion throughout the audience, and the good-looking arena battle turned into a news scene.

Nangong Mo's illegitimate son? This is quite interesting.

"Father, why haven't you said this before?" Ning Xiaoyao asked in shock with a pretty face.

"A scandal is a matter of illusion, and I am upset when I think of this. Since it is revealed today, it doesn't matter if I say it."

The crazy old man cleared his throat and talked about the old things on his own.

The story starts more than 800,000 years ago.

At that time, Ning Rufeng was mentally sound and stunningly talented. His cultivation was at the peak of the human immortals. He was the only cultivator in the Qianqiu Peak who had the hope of advancing to the realm of Earth Immortals.

Ning Rufeng was obsessed with cultivation and tried every means to attack the earthly immortals, but he ended in failure many times.

Because the real immortal world today is not as difficult as before, it is true immortals to hit the realm of the earthly immortals. In addition to absorbing a huge amount of chaotic spiritual power, they also need to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth in the real immortal world with their own external power.

Just like the ascension of the Mahayana peak monk, he needs to be recognized by heaven and earth to descend to the gate of immortality.

If a true immortal wants to break through to the realm of the earthly immortal, he also needs the recognition of heaven and earth.

However, since the Battle of Destruction, the power of the laws of the immortal world is slowly declining, and it is difficult for monks to communicate with the world with their own strength.
Chapter completed!