"Ding, the one-time skill of Manifesting Divinity was used successfully, showing the cultivation level of Inducing Immortality, which lasts for thirty breaths."

The system's voice sounded in Qin Lang's mind.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Lang's whole body was filled with energy.

The five elders and Beihe Sanren were all blown away by the turbulent energy.

They huddled in a corner of the Immortal Locking Palace, looking at Qin Lang tremblingly.

Beihe Sanren's eyes widened, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

What kind of cultivation is this?

It’s so terrifying!

Beihe Sanren had no doubt that Qin Lang could kill him instantly with just a light breath.

With a junior master uncle of such accomplishment in the Suoxian Sect, it is only a matter of time before he rises, even if the sect’s rank is low.

Beihe Sanren was very excited.

Thirty seconds later.

Qin Lang stood there calmly.

The energy was withdrawn from him.

He felt extremely bitter.

I had originally thought of saving this opportunity to show off my prowess in front of others for the sect competition, but I didn't expect to use it all of a sudden...

Do you really need to be so deceiving?

Didn’t the system understand the first half of my sentence?

Why only listen to half of it?

Helpless Qin Lang could only accept his fate.

But the power just now was really strong!

He obviously didn't do anything.

The tiger's body shook, revealing its domineering aura.

Just blow them all away.

I don’t know when he will be able to achieve this level of cultivation.

"Are you satisfied with the power I just displayed? Look how scared you are. I only released less than 1% of it."

Qin Lang curled his lips and remained calm.

Now that you've already installed it, you might as well pretend to be even more awesome.

Less than one percent... Beihe Sanren had no doubt at all.

Qin Lang's cultivation level absolutely crushes Yunzhou, so there is no need for him to lie.

Ten thousand years ago, the Locking Immortal Sect founded by Ye Wuque was the strongest in the Qiankun Continent.

Ten thousand years later, the Locking Immortal Sect led by Junior Uncle Qin Lang may be able to reach the top again!

This is an opportunity, don't miss it!

"Beihe begs Junior Master to let him become a member of the Immortal Locking Sect. Beihe will definitely be a member of the Immortal Locking Sect and will devote himself to Junior Master until his death!"

Beihe Sanren knelt on the ground and bowed his head to Qin Lang.

He has reached the first level of Return to Void.

If you want to get promoted again, you can only rely on time.

And the Locking Immortal Gate is his opportunity!

Join the Locking Immortal Sect...Qin Lang stood there in a daze.

Was he frightened by the divine skill he just displayed in front of others?

So you want to join the Locking Immortal Sect?

But should he be allowed to join?

Qin Lang was also unable to make a decision.

He looked at Wu Changfeng.

Wu Changfeng was staggering to his feet.

Just now he was blown away by the power burst from Qin Lang and fell headfirst.

I can't help but sigh, my junior master is really awesome!

Seeing Qin Lang looking at him.

Wu Changfeng knew that Qin Lang certainly didn't know Beihe's identity.

"Junior Master, he is a wandering cultivator from Beihe. He accepts missions from various major sects to maintain his cultivation. He has no sect and his strength has reached the first level of Return to Void."

He moved closer to Qin Lang and secretly sent a message to him.

Qin Lang nodded slightly.

A wanderer from Beihe, no sect?

That means he is not an undercover agent sent by someone else!

Strength returned to the first level?

Holy shit! He's even cooler than my nephews!

Awesome! Awesome!

This is possible!

"Beihe, right? Since you sincerely want to join, I will accept you reluctantly."

Tan Lang said disdainfully.

For a master like this, you have to act more skilled than him so that he won't doubt you.

Upon hearing this, Beihe Sanren burst into tears of gratitude and kowtowed to Qin Lang repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Junior Master. From now on, Beihe will be a member of the Immortal Locking Sect, regardless of life or death!"

He hastened to express his opinion.

Junior Master Uncle said it was difficult.

Then I am not particularly satisfied with him, he needs to perform well.

"Well, get up. From today on, you will be the thirteenth elder of my Locking Immortal Sect, in charge of... in charge of the Mission Hall."

Qin Lang didn't know what to let Beihe Sanren take care of.

On the contrary, Wu Changfeng said before that Beihe Sanren would directly take on tasks from major sects, so he should be in charge of the Mission Hall.

Every profession has its specialization.

He often carries out missions, so there should be no problem for him to be in charge of the Mission Hall.

"Thank you, Junior Master!"

Beihe bowed slightly towards Qin Lang.

He was very excited.

Finally joined the Locking Immortal Sect!

In the future, I will firmly follow the footsteps of my junior uncle and create greater glory!

However, Qin Lang's cultivation level still made Beihe somewhat confused.

"Uncle Junior Master, Beihe is so bold as to ask what realm you are at? Immortal Induction?"

Beihe is eagerly waiting.

The power released by Qin Lang just now was too terrifying.

He had no idea what realm it was at.

I asked this question out of curiosity.

Qin Lang felt a little regretful that he had let Beihe join the Suoxian Sect.

As soon as I join, I start asking, asking, asking, asking, what the hell?

I have some skills, how can I not tell you?

"I am only a human being."

Qin Lang's face darkened as he told the truth.

He didn't deliberately hide this.

Qin Lang had already informed Wu Changfeng and the others.

Mortals... Beihe trembled.

Junior Master-Uncle, you are still considered a mortal, but I am just a maggot!

How is this possible!

You are obviously not a mortal!

Beihe wanted to ask again.

Wu Changfeng coughed quickly and shook his head towards Beihe.

Qin Lang was too lazy to say more.

Now that the elixirs for the sect competition have been prepared, he should also think about how to practice.

After Qin Lang left.

Beihe hurriedly came in front of Wu Changfeng.

"Elder Wu, we are now fellow disciples. What did Wu Changfeng mean just now?"

He was just too curious.

I'm so curious that my heart is itching.

"Alas!" Wu Changfeng sighed slightly, "Junior Master is good in every way, except for one thing. He likes to pretend, and he likes to pretend to be a mortal. Don't expose him. As for the things in the sect, I will tell you..."

Wu Changfeng told Beihe everything about Qin Lang's pet and July.

He believed that Beihe would not commit suicide.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to save Beihe.

After hearing this, Beihe trembled on the spot.

What the hell, what the hell is going on?

It turns out that the Locking Immortal Sect is so powerful in secret?

Damn it! Fortunately, he joined the Suoxian Sect.

With such a strong foundation, the future of Suoxianmen is bright!

"Elder Wu, why don't you give the remaining wine to Elder Beihe as a gift for him to join our Locking Immortal Sect?"

Feng Shang walked up to Wu Changfeng and said.

There was only a little bit left, and Wu Changfeng secretly withheld it. He felt mentally unbalanced.

Beihe just happened to join, so Fengshang felt much more comfortable when Wu Changfeng was given to Beihe.

Wu Changfeng gave Feng Shang a blank look.

He saved that little bit of wine to save his life.

Damn, he has bad intentions.

Beihe's eyes were shining.

"Could it be that Junior Master drank it earlier?"

He still remembered the aroma of the wine, and thinking about it now, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Exactly."

Feng Shang nodded.

Beihe quickly looked at Wu Changfeng.

"Elder Wu, since I'm a new member, do you think I should give you a welcome gift or something?"

He rubbed his hands impatiently.

He had been coveting that wine for a long time.

But he didn't dare let Qin Lang give him a gourd.

After all, that wine looks really great.

Wu Changfeng was very upset.

What a jerk, all of them are jerk, they just can't stand to see any good in him.

"for you."

Wu Changfeng angrily threw the wine gourd to Beihe.

"Save it and don't drink it."

He had just finished speaking.

With a "pop" sound.

The cork of the gourd was pulled out.