This guy Sanlang.
You actually want to kneel down to your great-grandmaster uncle?
Doesn’t he know that his great-grandmaster likes to keep a low profile?
Kneeling down before my uncle-master in front of so many people, isn't that a slap in his face?
You said to keep a low profile yesterday, have you forgotten it today?
A ruthless look appeared in Mu Yu's eyes.
He picked up the sledgehammer and raised it.
With a "bang" sound.
The sledgehammer hit Sanlang’s head as he knelt on the ground.
It looked as if Mu Yu had knocked Sanlang down.
Sanlang rubbed his head.
It hurts, but I won’t die.
"Muyu, why did you hit me!"
Sanlang got up and looked at Muyu with some depression.
I treat you as a brother, why are you hitting me on the head with a sledgehammer?
Mu Yu didn't say anything.
Just watch the three waves quietly.
Sanlang's pupils contracted.
It suddenly dawned on him that Mu Yu was trying to stop him from kneeling!
"Thank you, Muyu! If it weren't for you, I would be finished!"
Sanlang was so moved that he burst into tears and hugged Muyu.
The onlookers subconsciously took a few steps back.
They wondered if Mu Yu and San Lang had something wrong with their brains.
How come the person who was knocked down by a hammer would be so moved that he would hug the person who hit him?
Qin Lang, who was in a daze facing the Laojun furnace, turned his head curiously when he heard the unusual noise.
"Muyu and Sanlang?"
Qin Lang's eyes lit up.
Originally, he took out the Laojun furnace, wanting to refine the elixir and then control the elixir tribulation.
Wait until the gatekeeper of Guanlan City comes out and then use Danjie to chop him down.
But after taking out the Laojun Furnace, he was dumbfounded.
What the hell is this?
The firewood is used up!
Before, he was refining both elixirs and weapons.
I ran out of firewood and forgot to restock it.
You can't make a fire without firewood.
Qin Lang was embarrassed.
Logically speaking, he has already reached the Qi training stage and can control spiritual energy.
But the problem is...
He doesn't know how to make fire.
It's like having a gas tank but no gas stove, so you can only use an induction cooker to cook.
Now see Mu Yu and San Lang.
Qin Lang was naturally happy.
After all, we have a fire-making Jinchūriki!
"Muyu, Sanlang!"
Qin Lang shouted.
Mu Yu and San Lang, who were hugging each other affectionately, trembled all over.
The two men separated and gave Qin Lang a flattering smile.
"Come here."
Qin Lang hooked his finger at them.
The two nodded and ran happily to Qin Lang.
"division……"
Mu Yu was about to explain.
He and Sanlang were preparing to go to Locking Immortal Gate.
But Qin Lang felt a tightness in his heart.
"Shut up!"
He quickly shouted coldly.
Qin Lang knew it without even thinking about it.
Mu Yu wanted to call him uncle-master.
This is not the Locking Immortal Gate, but Guanlan City.
If Mu Yu and San Lang called him their great uncle.
After some investigation, some interested people found out that they were from the Locking Immortal Sect.
Qin Lang was also exposed.
At that time, the four major gangs will rush to the Suoxianmen and demand compensation.
Not only would that be embarrassing, but you would also have to pay compensation.
After all, the monk can run away but the temple cannot.
Qin Lang had heard that these halls were spread all over the continent.
That is a big force, a big organization.
A small character like the Locking Immortal Sect.
It can't be compared with these halls.
"This is Guanlan City, not there, understand?"
Qin Lang hinted with words.
Mu Yu reacted faster.
“I understand, I understand!”
He nodded repeatedly.
Sanlang on the side was a little confused.
This is Guanlan City, that’s right.
But what do you know?
Can't you speak human language?
Sanlang was confused.
Upon seeing this, Mu Yu quickly whispered in San Lang's ear that Qin Lang did not want to reveal his identity here.
Sanlang suddenly realized.
He patted his chest, feeling very proud.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut!"
In the eyes of the onlookers, the behavior of the three people was like fools finding their own kind.
"So they are together, no wonder their brains are not working well."
"Could it be that the fool just now was not satisfied with watching the cauldron by himself, so he asked the other two fools to watch it together?"
"No, there's a fire going on. Those two idiots are making a fire!"
They still looked down on Qin Lang and others.
Qin Lang has already asked two fire-making Jinchūriki to start making a fire.
Although Sanlang was very curious.
Why did their great-uncle-master Qin Lang, who had unfathomable cultivation, ask them to make a fire?
The most speechless thing is, forget about making a fire.
Still at the gate of Guanlan City.
Sanlang felt like a monkey playing with fire, being watched by others.
Qin Lang directed them to control the heat.
This time his purpose was to bring about a pill disaster.
Among the cultivators in Guanlan City, it is said that the strongest one is at the Yuantai realm.
But as a gatekeeper, he should not be able to reach the Yuantai realm.
But it is possible for the system to issue tasks.
This shows that the gatekeeper must have a high level of cultivation.
At least it is Dan Palace realm.
Qin Lang thinks.
If it was the pill tribulation of a fourth-grade elixir taken by a Dan Palace realm cultivator, it might not necessarily kill the gatekeeper.
He planned to directly refine the fifth-grade elixir.
That is what people in the Yuantai realm eat.
In this way, if the gatekeeper is at the Dan Palace level, he will definitely be killed.
If it is the Yuantai realm.
It can also cause serious injuries, and then you can take advantage of the situation.
As for the elixir of the extraordinary realm.
Qin Lang had thought about it.
But the problem is...
He has no medicine.
Even the one in Yuantai realm, he only has one.
Qin Lang couldn't help but sigh.
If he had enough medicinal materials.
If you refine a pill that can lead to the fairyland and induce the pill calamity, will you become invincible?
Now Qin Lang concentrated on refining the fifth-grade elixir.
Sanlang looked at Qin Lang's alchemy skills and felt a little confused.
"My uncle's method of refining the elixir seems wrong..."
Although Sanlang is a weapon refiner, he does not know how to make pills.
But he had dealt with the elders and the supreme elders of the Alchemy Hall headquarters.
He also hooked up with people from the Alchemy Hall headquarters and watched them make elixirs.
After all, it was hard to refuse such a kind invitation. Apart from their bodies, they could only show Sanlang their alchemy skills.
That's why.
Sanlang discovered that Qin Lang's alchemy method was different from theirs.
This made Sanlang very confused.
Could it be that the methods used by so many alchemists are wrong?
This is impossible!
If it's wrong, how can I become a ninth-grade alchemist?
Maybe there was something wrong with my uncle's alchemy technique...
Sanlang felt that Qin Lang was good at refining equipment.
Especially after seeing Qin Lang making the elixir with his own eyes.
He became more certain of this idea.
Sanlang looked towards Muyu.
Trying to capture something from Mu Yu's expression.
But Mu Yu looked calm and focused on igniting the flames.
"Forget it, forget it... When the alchemy fails, Mu Yu will definitely be like me and know that the master's alchemy method is wrong."
Sanlang thought so.
But before Qin Lang "failed" to make the elixir.
He can only be here, serving as the fire-making Jinchūriki.
The onlookers nearby didn't know how to make elixirs.
But they didn't think that Qin Lang, who needed help from others even to make a fire, was an alchemist.
Able to successfully refine elixirs.
Their eyes were full of mockery.
They had no expectations for Qin Lang to successfully refine the elixir.
Instead, he was looking forward to seeing Qin Lang failing in refining the elixir, and being in a panic and hanging his head.
The other side of Guanlan City.
Three monks were walking in the air.
They were holding magical weapons in their hands, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.
What is the purpose?
No one knows yet.