Wang Ba will not be wrong, and it is impossible to be wrong.
Although its cultivation level has now fallen to the realm of divine transformation, its spiritual consciousness has not been damaged.
If the other party can even deceive it, then there is no need for everyone to escape and just wait to die.
"Mortal Transformation Realm..."
Cheng Moyuan muttered to himself, then walked to Sha Chenfeng and looked at this disciple who was only slightly younger than him.
"Outer disciple Sha Chenfeng, meet the sect master!" Sha Chenfeng bowed down in fear, his body trembling slightly.
Isn't this the old man who was booing under the ring just now?
Why are you still the sect leader?
Cheng Moyuan looked at him and didn't know how to speak.
Why did you hurt the strongest man in our sect?
wrong.
Why are you so strong?
Not right either.
Cheng Moyuan's mind was a little confused, so he first looked at Lin Jian, who was sleeping beside him, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Sha Chenfeng said nervously: "He said he felt like he was dreaming and fell asleep when he came back."
Cheng Moyuan's mouth twitched, but before he could speak, someone rushed in from the door.
"Inner disciple Qian Jun, please pay your respects to the sect master!"
As soon as the disciple entered the door, he immediately knelt down and gave Sha Chenfeng a hard look.
Now Sha Shen Feng was completely frightened, his whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He just doesn’t know, he’s not stupid!
Even Deacon Qian is so afraid, it seems that he is doomed this time.
"Okay, please step back first."
But Cheng Moyuan just waved his hand and did not hold Qian Jun accountable.
Then, he looked at Sha Chenfeng and said solemnly: "How did you do it before?"
Sha Chenfeng raised his head slightly and said nervously: "I wonder what the sect leader is asking about?"
Seeing this, Cheng Moyuan shook his head and sighed: "Of course it's about the ring. Do you know who the person you defeated is?"
Sha Chenfeng looked confused.
He had only been in the sect for two months, during which he also encountered a battle between the Lingjian Sect and the Tianjue Sect. He probably didn't even spend a month in the mountain.
Except for the disciples who live together day and night in the woodshed, Shachenfeng really knows nothing about them.
However, his long life experience told him that the other party must be a big shot.
"That's my elder of the Lingjian Sect, your master-uncle, Xu Yue." Cheng Moyuan wanted to be more imposing, but found that he couldn't do it.
After all, the person involved has been beaten to the ground.
Hearing this, Sha Chenfeng felt like the world was spinning, and felt dizzy. He hurriedly explained: "Sect Master! As soon as I went out, I saw my uncle beating Lin Jian. I wanted to help Xiao Lin out of the siege out of desperation. I had no other intention! Please forgive me, Sect Master." crime!"
Cheng Moyuan stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze and said nothing.
The others also looked serious and had their own thoughts in their hearts.
For a moment, the woodshed fell into silence.
Everyone has a question, how did Xu Yue get knocked down by his punch?
After a while, Cheng Moyuan sighed, personally helped Sha Shenfeng up, and said with relief: "Okay, I know you didn't mean it."
After the words fell, the atmosphere in the woodshed instantly relaxed. Each of the disciples exhaled secretly, thankful that the matter did not become a big deal.
Sha Chenfeng's eyes were red, his wrinkled hands grabbed Cheng Moyuan's sleeves, and he stood up tremblingly.
Seeing this scene, Pang Zhuo and others also completely gave up the idea of holding people accountable.
After all, this is just an old man.
"Old man, sit down."
From behind, Qin Yun came over and pulled a stool from the woodshed for the frightened Sha Chenfeng to sit down.
"You can't do it! You can't mess with the rules in the sect!" Sha Chenfeng waved his hands hurriedly, not daring to sit down.
He saw the mark on the chest of the girl in red and knew that this girl was an inner disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.
And he is just an old man with low cultivation level.
"Rules? What rules! Do you still want to call me senior sister?" Qin Yun looked unhappy.
"That's natural..." Sha Chenfeng looked at her helplessly, and the word "senior sister" almost blurted out.
Qin Yun jumped away in a hurry and hid behind Pang Zhuo.
She didn't want to be called senior sister by an old man at such a young age.
"Okay Yun'er, don't mess around."
Cheng Moyuan felt much better. He nodded at Qin Yun's head, then turned around and asked, "How did you join the sect? How old are you?"
Hearing this, Sha Chenfeng glanced at Lin Jian next to him who didn't want to wake up, and said softly: "I am one hundred and twenty-five years old this year. I am Xiao Lin's fellow villager. I went to the mountain by relying on the quota of the village's sect this year."
"Oh? Why did the village give you the place to enter the sect?" Lin Yi asked curiously.
Although the Lingjian Sect is a small sect, it still manages a large area of land in this vast fairyland.
In this land, there are countless villages and cities for mortals.
To them, monks who can use spiritual power are extremely powerful gods.
And joining the sect is a lifelong dream.
Every year, these villages and cities have some recommended quotas, allowing designated candidates to directly enter the sect.
This is the benefit that Lingjian Sect provides to the mortals under its rule, and it is also a means to maintain competitiveness in the mortal world.
"Yes, why does your village want an old man to join the clan?" Qin Yun asked, blinking.
Hearing this, Sha Chenfeng seemed to think of his hometown, with a kind smile on his face.
Just like the old man selling sugar in the countryside, he was surrounded by a group of little kids making noise.
"The boys in our village saw that my life was coming to an end and couldn't bear to leave me, so they asked Xiao Lin to bring me into the sect to practice immortal magic." Sha Chenfeng said with a smile.
"That's it." Qin Yun nodded and imitated Xu Yue's OK gesture.
The Immortal Realm is rich in spiritual energy and has a pleasant environment. Even ordinary mortals can often live for more than one hundred and twenty years.
If you practice Taoism, as your realm increases, your lifespan will naturally become longer.
Sha Chenfeng's words are quite reasonable.
At this time, murmurs came from the side, and Lin Jian, who was lying in the firewood pile, slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"Hey, head, Elder Tang, Deacon Qian, it seems I'm still in a dream." Lin Jian took a look and fell straight down again.
After a few breaths.
"Mom!"
Lin Jian jumped up in excitement, knelt on the ground and kept praying: "Sect master, forgive me! Elder, forgive me! Disciple did not do it on purpose!"
After saying that, he discovered that this group of people seemed to be surrounding Shachen Peak. When he thought about it carefully, his teeth suddenly chattered.
Could it be that something really happened to Uncle Master?
"Sect Master! Uncle Sha really doesn't know, don't blame him!" Lin Jian opened his arms to block Sha Chenfeng and shouted with tears streaming down his face.
A disciple injuring an elder is the greatest disrespect committed by the following!
He was really afraid that Sha Chenfeng would be executed for this matter.
Seeing this, Cheng Moyuan nodded slightly, believing Sha Chenfeng's previous words more and more in his heart.
It seems that this old man should be quite prestigious in their village.
"Okay, get up. Your uncle is fine. Sha Chenfeng is not to blame for this." Cheng Moyuan said with a smile.
"Thank you, Sect Master!"
Lin Jian shouted at the top of his lungs, seemingly using up all his strength, and then sat limply on the ground.
The misunderstanding was resolved, and everyone slowly evacuated the woodshed.
Only Wang Ba still stood at the door, staring at Shachenfeng.
It does not suspect that the other party is deceitful, this person is indeed an ordinary old man.
But why was Xu Yue knocked down by him?
Wang Ba pondered.
