"What are you doing?"
Qin Lang, with a smile on his face, asked a question.
He had just received all the "greeting gifts" from all the sects.
They have been allowed to go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.
Although these sects are all very "poor".
But the quantity is too large.
Tens of millions of this one, millions of that one.
Putting them together, there are about 10 billion.
Although the money he got for free was only 1 billion, it was still a lot.
Hear Qin Lang's voice.
Haoyue's whole body stiffened suddenly.
She quickly put away the Hanyue Sword, and like a good girl, she folded her hands on her lower abdomen and lowered her head.
Qin Lang, who didn't get an answer, was a little confused.
"Do you know this Tu... um, this Sanlang?"
Qin Lang almost called him a rich man just now.
After all, he gave 10 billion as soon as they met.
If not a tycoon, then what is he?
Sanlang did not respond at this time.
He was already confused.
what happened?
Why did Reverend Haoyue, who was full of murderous intent just now, suddenly become... a good girl?
Oh shit!
Will the ice goddess who has remained ice-hard for thousands of years melt one day?
Is it because of Senior Qin Lang?
No way?
Doesn’t this mean that Mu Yu has no hope at all?
Sanlang, who was still surprised, was pushed by Muyu.
"Sanlang, why don't you go and pay your respects to your uncle-master."
Mu Yu urged.
He knew how powerful Qin Lang was.
He was afraid that San Lang would offend Qin Lang.
With Qin Lang's ability, killing San Lang would be a piece of cake, right?
Sanlang was a little confused.
"Sanlang pays respect to his uncle-master."
Mu Yu asked him to pay his respects, so he did.
No one noticed that he was no longer addressing Qin Lang as "senior" but as "grand-uncle master".
"Um."
Qin Lang nodded slightly.
I couldn't help but feel emotional.
Sure enough, the circle of the rich is full of rich people!
Mu Yu is a local tyrant, and so is San Lang.
"Uncle-master." Mu Yu called out, eager to try. "Sanlang is my good brother, a good brother for many, many years. Can he also join the Immortal Locking Sect?"
Another rich man is going to join the Locking Immortal Sect... Qin Lang was overjoyed.
sure!
Of course!
The more rich people there are, the better!
No matter if he is a fool or a madman, as long as he is a rich person, Locking Immortal Gate will accept him!
"Okay."
Qin Lang smiled slightly.
His face showed the standard smile he showed when Wu Changfeng asked him for money.
In order to prevent Mu Yu from understanding, Qin Lang rubbed his index finger and thumb.
Mu Yu looked at the familiar scene and naturally understood.
To join the Suoxianmen is to make contributions to the Suoxianmen.
You have to pay tuition to learn the art of refining equipment.
"Sanlang, did you bring my spirit stone?"
Mu Yu rubbed Sanlang's shoulders.
Sanlang finally came to his senses.
He was in deep doubt just now.
Why join the Locking Immortal Sect?
As the guide to the fairyland, as the elder of the weapon refining hall headquarters.
A dignified ninth-grade weapon refiner.
Condescend to join the Locking Immortal Sect?
So what if Qin Lang is so powerful?
The fairyland has reached its peak.
All the rest can only be achieved through time and slowly accumulating skills.
There was no way to help him.
There is no need to add this Locking Immortal Gate.
"Muyu, forget it... I don't really want to join."
Sanlang glanced at Qin Lang angrily.
He was afraid that Qin Lang would slap him to death.
But he didn't expect it.
The one who took the photo of him was not Qin Lang, but Mu Yu.
With a "pop" sound.
Mu Yu slapped him on the head.
The place that was originally pierced by the Hanyue Sword has not yet healed completely.
This slap came down.
Blood splattered from the back of Sanlang's head.
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts!”
He screamed out of pain.
He quickly covered the blood splatter with both hands.
But blood still flowed out from between his fingers.
Such a bloody scene.
Qin Lang was shocked.
What the hell?
Is this a brother?
Or have we been brothers for many years?
This has been our enemy for many, many years!
One slap and his head was broken.
Do you have to be so ruthless...
Are you eating dumplings or playing with your sister-in-law?
Mu Yu's conscience, however, did not feel sad at all.
"It is our honor to join the Suoxian Sect and learn weapon refining from our great-grandmaster. Do you understand?"
Mu Yu said as he continued punching and kicking San Lang.
Sanlang, who was beaten, was a little confused.
what happened?
Why did Mu Yu hit him?
Could it be that Mu Yu is addicted to staying in the Locking Immortal Gate?
Why would you give up being the Grand Elder at the Equipment Refining Hall headquarters and choose to be an ordinary disciple of the Locking Immortal Sect?
Only ordinary disciples call Senior Qin Lang "Uncle Master".
etc……
Weapon refining technique?
Sanlang suddenly reacted.
Mu Yu was talking about learning weapon refining techniques from Qin Lang!
This made Sanlang even more surprised.
Is this true or false?
There is actually someone whose weapon refining skills are even better than Mu Yu’s?
Mu Yu is the strongest weapon refiner in Qiankun Continent, who is able to refine semi-immortal weapons!
That being said.
The Death Scythe.
There is also the natal flying sword transformed from the sword ball.
Were they all made by Qin Lang?
Sanlang's eyes widened.
"Bang!"
His knees fell heavily to the ground.
When Mu Yu saw San Lang kneeling down, he stopped punching and kicking him.
Sanlang knelt down, turned around and kowtowed to Qin Lang.
"Please ask Uncle Master to take us in! Sanlang wants to join the Immortal Locking Sect!"
His attitude was extremely sincere, even pleading.
The weapon refining technique that Mu Yu can learn.
If he can learn.
Doesn't this mean that he has a good chance of getting rid of his status as an elder and becoming a supreme elder like Mu Yu?
Qin Lang looked at San Lang in confusion.
What the hell?
Is this guy called Sanlang a masochist?
It seems that I will have to beat him more often in the future.
Only in this way will he like it, be happy, and willingly hand over the spirit stones and make a "contribution" to the Locking Immortal Sect.
"Can!"
Qin Lang said this and walked towards San Lang.
Upon hearing this, Sanlang approached Qin Lang with excitement on his face.
As expected, a masochist would be very excited when being beaten... Qin Lang already had an idea in his mind.
Walk in front of Sanlang.
He stretched out his palm and slapped Sanlang.
But this time he controlled his strength a little.
After all, he is now in the Qi training stage.
And I also took Viagra before.
If you use too much force, you might kill Sanlang.
A "click" sound was heard.
Sanlang's neck tilted to one side.
Although it was not broken, the severe pain made him question his life.
Especially his head.
Originally, the Hanyue Sword only cut a small hole.
Now he was slapped down by Qin Lang.
The blood spurting out from the back of his head was like his aorta was cut, it was splattering.
It's a fountain.
"Uncle Master..."
Sanlang looked at Qin Lang with grievance.
He didn't understand why Qin Lang hit him.
Although it hurt a bit when Mu Yu hit him, some blood splattered.
But Mu Yu controlled it very well, and to his immortal body, it was just like a mosquito bite.
But Qin Lang slapped me.
It's like a mountain falling on his head.
My head is buzzing.
Qin Lang was a little confused.
Why was he so excited when Mu Yu hit him just now?
Why does he feel so wronged when I hit him?
Is it because he is not strong enough? Is he not happy enough?
But it's obviously bleeding...
"Why aren't you laughing? Is it because I didn't hit you hard enough? If so, I'll hit you harder."
Qin Lang looked at San Lang very seriously and said seriously.
Sanlang was stunned.
What the hell?
This is not right!
Among the hobbies of his great-grandmaster that Mu Yu mentioned, there was no mention that he liked to beat people, and he wanted to beat them until they laughed!
Damn, that was sloppy!
Looking at Qin Lang's raised hand, San Lang felt like crying but had no tears.
Outside the Immortal Lock Gate.
There was only Sanlang's wild, crazy, wanton and excited laughter.
Qin Lang was very satisfied.
Received some money.
Plus the 10 billion that has not yet arrived.
His net worth is already a full 50 billion.
But there was a problem that gave him a headache.
The Sword Tempering Valley is no longer a place for sign-in.