"This is……"

The Demon Lord July was stunned.

He looked at Qin Lang, shocked.

At this moment, the aura of Qin Lang made him unpredictable.

If we talk about the previous Qin Lang, he looked like just an ordinary cultivator.

Now, it is a saint!

It is an existence that surpasses all cultivators in Qiankun Continent!

"Is he a saint?"

The evening rain murmured.

He seemed to sense an indescribable but extremely powerful aura from Qin Lang.

Sanlang stood aside.

“Gurgle…”

He swallowed.

The current Qin Lang is a person that he can’t catch up with even if he tries his best.

"Uncle Master..."

There is tenderness in Haoyue's eyes.

This is the man she likes, so mysterious and so powerful!

After only ten years of practice, he is already better than others who have practiced for ten thousand years!

Among the four of them, the lowest three waves are all at the ninth level of Immortal Induction.

The strongest Haoyue has even reached the eighth level of the peak of Immortal Induction.

It is easy to see that Qin Lang is extraordinary at this moment.

But the elder Wu Changfeng next to him was confused.

"What's wrong, Junior Master? Why are you closing your eyes? Aren't you going to talk about something?"

Confused, Wu Changfeng walked towards Qin Lang.

He reached out his hand and tried to wake Qin Lang.

“Don’t touch!”

Demon Lord July shouted hurriedly.

But it was too late.

Just as Wu Changfeng's hand was about to touch Qin Lang.

The spiritual energy around Qin Lang fluctuated.

"boom!"

A powerful impact force surged from him.

“Fuck!”

When Wu Changfeng was hit by the impact, he only had time to let out a cry of surprise.

Then all I could hear was the sound of the wind whirring in my ears.

A "click" sound was heard.

All of Wu Changfeng's bones were broken.

His body was also embedded in the wall of the Locking Immortal Palace.

"Forehead……"

The Demon Lord of July scratched his head.

He looked back and saw Wu Changfeng, who was standing with a "big" sign, and said helplessly:

"I told you not to touch it, but you didn't listen!"

My uncle-master is now displaying the demeanor of a saint. If you touch him, isn't that courting death?

Do you think your life is too long?

"Sanlang, give him the medicine, otherwise Elder Wu will probably be embedded in it for a long time."

Demon Lord July looked at Sanlang and said.

Sanlang was stunned.

"Why me?"

He pointed at himself, somewhat puzzled.

Elder Wu got injured when he touched his uncle-master. Why wasn't it you, Demon Lord July, who gave him the medicine, but him?

The Demon Lord of July crossed his arms across his chest, looking indifferent.

"It's okay. You must have dated girls from the Alchemy Hall. Isn't it normal to have medicine?"

Sanlang is a playboy. What kind of women has he not slept with?

It is estimated that only a woman like Haoyue, who is impossible to seduce, can make him return home disappointed.

Sanlang's mouth twitched.

His face looked a little gloomy.

It was indeed as Demon Lord July said, he had also slept with the female elders of the Alchemy Hall, and more than one.

By the way, he also took a lot of pills from the female elders.

After all, the journey to immortality is long, and no one knows when they will die.

It’s not too much to spend some time with the female elder of the Alchemy Hall and get some elixirs to save your life, right?

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Mu Yu patted his good brother Sanlang on the shoulder.

He also knew Sanlang's character.

Speaking of semi-immortal weapons, Sanlang might not be able to produce many.

But Mu Yu didn't have those other messy things, but San Lang definitely had them.

"Um."

Sanlang had a dark face and walked to Wu Changfeng with his head down.

Pull down Wu Changfeng who was embedded in the wall.

Then he stuffed the pill into his mouth.

The elixir personally given by the elder of the Alchemy Hall is of great use to those who have entered the Immortal Realm, let alone Wu Changfeng who has returned to the Void Realm.

In just a few breaths, Wu Changfeng returned to normal.

He somersaulted and stood up again.

The look he gave Qin Lang was filled with fear and a look of resentment.

"What's the situation now, Uncle Master?"

Wu Changfeng looked at Qin Lang in confusion.

Seeing Qin Lang still standing still with his eyes closed.

He had no choice but to look at Demon Lord July and others with a pleading look.

Among them are my uncle's pet caretaker, the cook, and two... people whose relationship with me is unknown.

Anyway, to him, they are all powerful.

It is an existence that he cannot reach.

I can only hope to get the answer from them.

Then, both the "pet keeper" Demon Lord July and the "chef" Haoyue shook their heads.

They were also very curious as to why Qin Lang was in this situation.

Just when I was in doubt.

Although Qin Lang did not move, there were some fluctuations of spiritual energy around him.

Next came an ancient carving knife.

Appeared in front of Qin Lang.

In full view of everyone, it penetrated into Qin Lang's body.

"What was that just now?"

Wu Changfeng was terrified.

Is that a carving knife that just appeared?

It looks a bit old, but also very ordinary and simple...

but……

Are there any ordinary things among Junior Master Qin Lang’s things?

Just when this strange phenomenon occurred in the Locking Immortal Palace.

In the void space of the Immortal Locking Forbidden Land.

The one hundred and eight saints are in an uproar.

"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell! How did your knife, your knife, appear in the hands of that rascal!"

"Didn't you leave your carving knife there? How did it appear in the mortal world? And in the hands of a playboy?"

"You gave it to the prodigal boy?"

“…”

Many saints chattered and came to the Confucian saint and asked.

There was a hint of gloom on the Confucian sage's vague face.

His eyes were full of confusion.

How could his carving knife appear in Qiankun Continent?

What's worse, it appeared in Qin Lang's hands, and he really didn't know why.

But when he thought of the carving knife, his face became even gloomier.

The sword saint Dugu Wuhen floated to the side of the Confucian saint.

"Old Kong, is this the carving knife that was meant to teach you how to behave?"

When saying this, Dugu Wuhen couldn't help laughing.

The Confucian sage gave Dugu Wuhen a cold look.

"You're asking even though you already know the answer!"

He said unhappily.

When he thought of this carving knife, he felt angry.

That was countless epochs ago.

He has not yet become a saint, he is just an ordinary scholar.

In an era when there were no pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, people used carving knives as pens and bamboo slips as paper to write.

Because the carving knife accompanied him to become a saint.

On the day of his sanctification, the carving knife opened his wisdom.

I thought that the carving knife, which I had been with for many years, would become his little friend.

Who knew that the first words of the carving knife were:

"You are such a loser, you used me to write such a loser book. I am here to teach you how to write a book and how to be a good person!"

The Confucian sage was so angry that his teeth itched. After a few days, he couldn't help but use the carving knife to nag him all day long.

In the end, the carving knife was sealed by it.

Times have changed.

Today, the Confucian sages have become a vague and illusory memory.

He also left the carving knife at the place where he lived when he was a saint.

Today, he actually appeared in Qiankun Continent.

Even the former owner of the carving knife felt horrified and had no idea why.

He now had only one thought.

That is hope, his seal has not been lifted.

Otherwise, Kedao would definitely slander him in front of Qin Lang.

Where is the face of this saint?