Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

"What did you say?" The old sect leader frowned.

"I said, he is not the real Senior Brother Haoran, he is just a shameless thief who occupied his body." Fugui repeated.

After Fugui finished speaking, everyone present looked at Ling Haoran in shock.

Qi An curled the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

It is enough to leave it to Fugui. After all, she is paid a salary and she must have the awareness of being a leader.

"Ling Haoran was so panicked that his lips were trembling:

"You are slandering me. How could I not be Ling Haoran? Master, don't listen to her nonsense. You know, Ah Zhen has always disliked me. She wants to kill me."

Several senior brothers quickly pleaded: "Master, you must have made a mistake. Haoran has been in our Tianxuan Sect since he was ten years old. You watched him grow up. How could you possibly change him?"

"Yes, Master. Haoran is so talented and has such good cultivation. How could he be easily possessed by someone? And even you can't see it."

"Ah Zhen, even if you don't like Senior Brother Haoran, you can't make such a joke."

The old sect leader looked at Ling Haoran.

He staggered forward, knelt down and grabbed the old sect master's robe. His extremely miserable appearance made the old sect master soften his heart for a moment.

"Master, I have been your disciple since I was ten years old. You have watched me grow up over the years. How could I not be Haoran?"

The old sect leader hesitated, then raised his hand and placed it on his head, carefully examining it with his spiritual power.

Nothing was found.

Qi An smiled and shook her head. The system was quite capable. Except for her, Fugui and Ata, no one else could detect possession of another's body by relying solely on spiritual power.

This is also the reason why Ling Haoran dares to destroy his character without restraint.

Ling Haoran was terrified and broke out in cold sweat.

How did Ye Zhen figure that out?

Are you just guessing or do you really know something?

"Azhen, you should know that slandering and defaming fellow disciples is also a violation of the sect's rules." The old sect leader said seriously.

"I wronged him? Does he deserve it?" Fugui curled his lips in disdain, "Since I dare to say it, I must have evidence."

\"You are talking nonsense. I am Ling Haoran. What ridiculous evidence can you produce? You still want to slander me.\"

Ling Haoran gritted his teeth and put on a look of aggrieved and angry expression.

Fugui sneered: "Really? Without saying anything else, show me how to wield a sword."

"I..." Ling Haoran felt guilty. How could he fly a sword?

The other disciples looked at Fugui with an expression as if to say, "Miss, are you kidding me?"

They thought the young lady could come up with some irrefutable evidence? She actually asked Ling Haoran to fly the sword!

Not to mention that he is a talented cultivator with excellent talent and cultivation, even if you pick out any disciple at random, he can easily fly into the sky on a sword.

Flying a sword is a compulsory course for monks.

What's more, they remembered that Senior Brother Haoran's sword-wielding skills were the best among all the disciples, and the master had praised him more than once.

So, it turns out that the young lady can't stand Senior Brother Haoran and is humiliating him in this way, right?

Miss, you are going too far.

All the disciples looked sympathetic, and some were laughing and cheering, waiting for Senior Brother Haoran to fly the sword to prove his identity.

"Brother Haoran, the young lady wants to see your graceful manner of flying a sword, please satisfy her."

"Yes, we haven't seen Brother flying a sword for a long time. Show us a show."

However, the old sect master and several senior brothers who had more contact with Ling Haoran could not laugh.

In the past ten years, Haoran really seemed like a different person. Not only did he neglect his cultivation, he had never even been seen flying a sword.

I always thought he was slacking off because he wanted to have fun, and never thought about anything else.

Now, after Ah Zhen's reminder, they began to think about another possibility uncontrollably.

If this person is really not Haoran, then everything can be explained.

Several senior brothers looked at each other and saw suspicion and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Ling Haoran froze in place, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks, and he was completely panicked.

The situation now is more critical than any previous time.

He thought that being trapped in this world without being able to obtain the Moon-ming Sword was terrible enough, but it turned out that something even more terrible was waiting for him.

At this moment, he deeply regretted that he had been lazy and ate all these years, relying on the system and never working hard to practice.

Even if he knows a little bit about it, he can't even pretend to be able to do anything.

Oh, and he also has a system.

Ling Haoran suppressed his fear and frantically called for the system in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[System, system, I... please tell me, what should I do? ]

However, the mechanical sound that usually responded to the call had not yet come back.

[System? System? Speak up, don’t scare me. What should I do? Don’t be silent, I’m scared…]

Still no response.

Ling Haoran's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he hurriedly dived into his sea of ​​consciousness to take a look.

Empty.

The blue ball of light that took him through several dimensions was his greatest reliance.

Missed.

He also saw that the panel displaying the system mall and various numerical values ​​had completely turned gray.

After realizing what happened, Ling Haoran felt like his brain exploded.

A boundless sense of fear gripped him tightly.

Is the system gone?

He was left alone in this strange world and he could never leave again.

What’s even more terrifying is that his identity might be exposed.

What will be waiting for him?

Ling Haoran was shaking so badly that even his teeth were chattering.

His face was wet with cold sweat, and the sweat marks on the clothes on his back were still expanding.

Judging from his current appearance, anyone who is not blind can see that he is abnormal.

As a result, the disciples gradually stopped laughing.

Fugui opened his eyes wide and shouted:

"No way, no way, our Tianxuan Sect's most gifted genius cultivator, the Sect Master's last disciple, can't actually fly a sword?"

"I... I can." Ling Haoran said stiffly.

He couldn't admit it, he absolutely couldn't admit it. He couldn't afford the consequences of being exposed.

"Then you should show me one."

"I...I forgot."

After saying this, he didn't dare to look at everyone's eyes, because even he himself felt that this reason was ridiculous and laughable.

He was still calling out to the system and begging it.

[System, please, don't abandon me, take me with you, please. ]

【system. 】

【system. 】

The old sect leader hadn't said anything just now. He looked at Ling Haoran with a serious gaze, recalling every detail of these years.

It seems that Haoran's behavior became abnormal ten years ago after he traveled outside for a period of time.

During that trip, he brought back Xiao Ye Ran, who had the Heavenly Yin Body, and hid her in Biyun Peak.

The dirty thoughts are obvious.

But his little apprentice was proud and upright, and never disdained those dirty tricks.

He should have seen it a long time ago.