The next day.

Qin Lang got out of bed.

As expected.

Mu Yu was outside the sword pavilion again, looking at him eagerly.

"Uncle Master, can you teach me the art of weapon refining today?"

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Qin Lang's weapon-refining skills allowed him to discover a new world.

He longed for Qin Lang to teach him.

It allows him to break through the shackles of current weapon-refining techniques and achieve sublimation.

In this way.

He might be able to successfully refine an immortal weapon.

Immortal weapon!

That’s a magical weapon!

Except for my great-uncle-master Qin Lang.

On the Qiankun Continent, immortal artifacts are extremely precious.

Only my great-grandmaster uncle Qin Lang could take out magical weapons at will.

This is an individual case.

As long as he can successfully break through in the weapon refining technique.

In the future, he also wants to be like his great-uncle Qin Lang.

Fill the storage ring with magical artifacts.

Then control your cultivation level at the Qi training stage.

Just imagine that a seemingly ordinary cultivator in the Qi training stage could casually take out an immortal weapon.

Let me ask you, is it awesome or not?

Qin Lang ignored Mu Yu who was lost in his reverie.

Since the city wall is the property of Suoxianmen.

And he has already given 5 billion to Junior-Nephew Wu.

Qin Lang naturally had nothing else to worry about.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is the four major halls in Guanlan City.

Those are the real creditors.

Just be careful.

He can still go to Guanlan City to sign in.

“I’m not free today!”

Qin Lang said decisively.

Looking at the three waves on the side.

He smiled.

After all, Sanlang didn't ask him to return the 5 billion.

This is a good person! A very good person!

Of course, you should be more friendly.

Qin Lang didn't say much.

After leaving the Sword Tempering Valley.

Mu Yu looked at San Lang curiously.

"Why is Master-Uncle so friendly to you?"

He was a little confused.

They are all weapon refiners.

Moreover, he followed Qin Lang longer than San Lang.

Why did she only smile at Sanlang and not at him?

Sanlang pinched his chin.

He seemed to be pondering Mu Yu's question.

"I think... maybe it's because I'm more handsome than you."

Sanlang summarized the reasons.

However, what he encountered was Mu Yu's fist.

"Get lost!"

Mu Yu punched Sanlang, but still felt unsatisfied.

He also kicked him.

Sanlang was not angry either.

That's how they usually fight.

And Mu Yu also paid close attention.

Even though he beat and kicked me.

But Sanlang didn't feel any pain.

"Damn blacksmith, stop asking my great-grandmaster questions every day. Aren't you annoying me? If I were my great-grandmaster, I would have beaten you to death!"

Demon Lord July looked at Mu Yu with disdain and said.

He wasn't sure whether Qin Lang was annoyed or not, but he was really annoyed.

Rush into the Sword Tempering Valley every day.

The first thing he asked was to ask Qin Lang if he could teach him the art of refining weapons.

The ears of Demon Lord July are covered with calluses.

Mu Yu frowned.

He glared at the Demon Lord of July.

If it was Haoyue who said that, it would be fine.

After all, Haoyue was once his sweetheart.

But what is the Demon Lord of July?

Why do you say that about him?

"July, do you want to fight?"

Mu Yu stared at the Demon Lord July.

Sanlang saw this.

fight?

He likes this thing!

Especially together with Mu Yu, fighting against the July Demon Lord alone!

How could he be absent from such bullying?

"Yes, July, do you want to fight?"

Sanlang drew out a semi-immortal sword, pointed at the Demon Lord July, and shouted.

The same is leading to the fairyland.

He can't beat Piao Miao in a one-on-one fight.

Even if they join forces with Mu Yu, they are still unable to defeat him, the July Demon Lord?

A scornful smile appeared on the lips of Demon Lord July.

"You guys want to team up to bully me? Are you thinking too much?"

He was confident and seemed to not take Mu Yu and San Lang seriously.

Haoyue looked at Demon Lord July with a little surprise.

When did this guy dare to face Mu Yu and San Lang directly?

Where does the courage come from?

Mu Yu and San Lang were surprised.

But he did not take the Demon Lord July seriously.

If the two brothers join forces, they will have a chance of winning even if they go against Haoyue.

What’s more, it’s the Demon Lord of July?

"Qiyue, stop being stubborn! Kneel down and beg for mercy, and we can be gentler!"

Mu Yu said to Demon Lord July with a sinister smile.

The Demon Lord July remained unmoved.

He still had a calm smile on his face.

Sanlang was anxious.

Laugh, laugh, laugh at your mother?

"Muyu, fuck him!"

As he said that, Sanlang swung his long sword and slashed at him.

Mu Yu also threw out a bunch of semi-immortal weapons.

Demon Lord July saw this.

He took a deep breath.

"Brother Chicken!"

A huge shout came from the mouth of Demon Lord July.

A yellow shadow flashed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive crisp sounds.

The chick continued to sleep leaning on Wangcai's body.

The Demon Lord of July, Mu Yu and San Lang were knocked into the ground.

There was a smile on the lips of Demon Lord July.

"Fight with me? Come on? Keep going?"

He laughed wantonly.

But I didn't dare laugh too loudly.

Chicken is his winning formula.

though he also was struck into the ground.

But both Mu Yu and San Lang were beaten.

One for two, no loss!

Mu Yu and San Lang glared at the Demon Lord July fiercely.

Only now did they understand why Demon Lord July was so confident.

It turns out that he was relying on the support of the little chicken.

The three of them looked at each other, unable to use their fists, and could only exchange blows with their eyes.

Haoyue closed his eyes in boredom and began to meditate.

…

Qin Lang leaving the Sword Tempering Valley.

Walking on the road, thinking about the question of the gatekeeper.

He fell asleep thinking about it yesterday, but he still couldn't come up with an answer.

This gave him a real headache.

"Gatekeeper, gatekeeper! Who on earth are you?"

Qin Lang felt powerless.

He didn't even know who the target of the mission was.

In which direction should he move forward and make progress?

Walk to the mountain gate of Suoxianmen.

Before I could even step out of the mountain gate.

Qin Lang then noticed a figure above his head.

It seems that he is not from the Locking Immortal Sect.

"Hmm? Is it possible that someone is here to cause trouble?"

Seeing this, Qin Lang decided to hide and see what happened.

I saw the man standing high in the sky.

He stretched out his hand towards a mountain not far from the Suoxian Gate.

“Boom boom boom!”

Qin Lang felt that the ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaking.

"What's going on?"

With doubt, Qin Lang looked around.

But then I saw that the mountain began to rise into the air.

The original location of the mountain has been razed to the ground.

Qin Lang felt his heart beating very fast.

Good job!

Who the hell is this person!

Why does it feel so awesome?

Can you move mountains in the air just by raising your hand?

etc!

Qin Lang blinked.

There seems to be something wrong with the direction in which this mountain is moving!

What the hell?

Hey, no way!

Big brother!

If you want to move the mountain, just move it. Don’t move it randomly!

This is the Locking Immortal Gate!

Besides, if you want to cause trouble for the Locking Immortal Sect, just move the mountain and destroy the Locking Immortal Palace!

Junior Brother Wu is in the Locking Immortal Palace!

What the hell are you trying to do by putting such a big mountain on top of my head?

I'm warning you! Don't mess around!

If the mountain crushes me to death.

You are not free from blame either!

This is murder!

I am just a nobody in the Qi training realm.

Why are you targeting me?

Qin Lang panicked.

He quickly ran out of the Immortal Locking Gate.

As the saying goes, I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die!

Junior Brother Wu, hold on, until I escape, I will practice hard and help you get revenge!

When Qin Lang was fleeing.

The mountain was gradually pressing down towards where Qin Lang was.

At the speed at which Qin Lang ran.

There is no way to escape the suppression of the mountain.