The forbidden land of immortals.

A look of surprise flashed across Sword Saint Dugu Wuhen's eyes.

"Old Qi, what are you doing!"

He looked at the dazed chess master on the side with some surprise.

The chess master came back to his senses in a trance.

He looked at Dugu Wuhen and shook his head.

"I don't know either!"

In this situation, he is a little confused.

If Qin Lang appeared here and saw the appearance of the chess master, he would find out.

The figure that appeared before him was none other than the chess master.

"That thing can change the world. In the hands of a scoundrel, it could cause a disaster!"

The Confucian sage floated to the side of the chess sage and spoke in a serious manner.

But the chess master disagrees.

Instead, he looked somewhat relaxed.

"Don't worry about that. I have banned that thing a long time ago!"

The chess master said complacently.

As if he was proud of his foresight.

"Banned? Could it be that... that thing wants to teach you how to play chess?"

The wine saint next to him came over.

As soon as he said this, the Confucian sage's face turned a little ugly.

This is... is there something else behind his words, or is it an indirect accusation?

Hinting at his carving knife, he wanted to teach him how to write books, so he banned it?

"No, I learned from that thing that the Evolution Heaven and Earth knew that I would encounter a great disaster. I was afraid that it would fall into the hands of those people, so I specially banned it and set up checkpoints. But I didn't expect it to appear now, and... it was obtained by the scoundrel."

The chess master spread his hands helplessly.

He had set up many means before.

It is impossible for someone who does not understand chess to obtain that thing.

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang got it.

…

Sword Tempering Valley.

"Plate it!"

The old man who took the photo shouted loudly.

These words almost made Qin Lang laugh.

What the fuck.

Others came with swords, but this old man in front of me actually shouted "Pan Lai"?

Is this person here to serve the dishes?

But he doesn't need a waiter here.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The sound of paper tearing rang out again.

Qin Lang raised his head curiously.

"What the hell?"

The dark crack in space startled him.

What the hell is this plate?

So awesome?

If you use this plate to serve food.

If you eat that dish, wouldn’t your cultivation level be greatly improved?

As an object flew out from the space crack.

The space crack slowly closed.

And this thing also fell rapidly towards the Sword Tempering Valley.

Qin Lang blinked.

He felt something was wrong.

Didn’t you say “Bring the plate”?

What flew over was not a food plate, but at least a frisbee or something.

If all else fails, a discus can be used as a plate.

But what is this tower that is flying down?

Is there something mysterious about this tower?

Could it be the exquisite pagoda of Li Jing in the mythology of the previous life?

No way! No way!

This can't be true!

Qin Lang was a little excited.

Although this is somewhat unrealistic.

But there is a word that can perfectly describe his thoughts at this moment: daydreaming!

The tower that flew out from the Kongjian crack originally looked very large.

But as it fell, it kept getting smaller.

When it reached the top of the Sword Tempering Valley, it had become the size of a human.

The tower had a clear landing spot.

It is in the hands of the old man who took the photo.

Qin Lang's eyes were fixed only on this tower.

In his opinion, the old man just talked about inheritance.

Then he said "Panlai", and the tower appeared.

Then this tower is most likely for him.

How can he not be nervous?

What if it breaks accidentally?

We can’t ask the old man to pay for it, right?

The old man just took a photo, and no one knew where he was hiding.

Maybe, even dead.

"clatter!"

The tower base landed steadily on the old man's palm.

The size of the tower is just right, about the size of an old man's palm.

The old man turned his hand, and the tower appeared in front of Qin Lang.

"This chessboard is my inheritance. Please treat it well."

As he said this, he raised his hand.

The tower flew out from his palm and flew towards Qin Lang.

Qin Lang hurriedly held it up with both hands, fearing that the tower would fall to the ground and break.

"Old man, how do you use this thing?"

Qin Lang was a little confused and for a moment he ignored the fact that the old man in front of him was taking a photo and asked directly.

However, when he looked up at the old man taking the photo in front of him.

The old man was now disappearing with a faint smile on his face.

"What the hell?"

Qin Lang was a little surprised.

What the hell is this?

You don't even tell me how to use this thing.

He was a little confused.

It's a bit irresponsible to leave like this without making things clear!

If there are any problems in the future, such as the spire is missing, etc.

Where can I find after-sales service?

This is a big problem.

"Uncle Master..."

The Demon Lord of July whispered.

Qin Lang turned his head with a cold face and looked at Demon Lord July.

"do what?"

He asked unhappily.

Do I have to remind him again that what he holds is a tower?

Do I need to be reminded of this kind of nonsense?

"The tower in your hand...has changed."

Demon Lord July looked at Qin Lang angrily and reminded him with some fear.

Qin Lang was stunned.

The tower...changed?

"What the hell?"

He was a little surprised. What the hell had changed the tower?

Looking at the tower in my hand, it has indeed changed...

Qin Lang was a little confused.

No wonder the old man who took the photo earlier said “Pan Lai” instead of “Ta Lai”.

The tower of feelings will turn into a plate in your hands.

Now the tower in Qin Lang's hand has become the shape of a Taoist chess board.

"It turns out to be a chessboard..."

Qin Lang was a little disappointed.

What is the use of a chessboard?

Are you going to use the chessboard as a brick to hit someone?

Confused, Qin Lang picked up the chessboard and wanted to put it to his mouth and take a bite to test the hardness.

But when he put it to his lips, Qin Lang stopped thinking about it.

After all, this thing was given to me by someone else.

I don't know whether it's clean or not.

What if there are bacteria on it?

Although he is also a "master" in the Purple Mansion Realm.

But what if the bacteria in this world also have realms?

Then he is dead, right?

Never mind...

Qin Lang gave up the idea of ​​using his teeth to test the hardness of the chessboard.

However, this did not stop him from trying other methods.

"July, come here."

Qin Lang waved towards Demon Lord July.

"Um?"

The puzzled Demon Lord July didn't think much about it.

Subconsciously, he moved closer to Qin Lang.

He dared not disobey the orders of his great-grandmaster Qin Lang.

I didn't even think about disobeying it.

After such a long time, Uncle Master Qin Lang probably only hit him a few times at most.

Although I was seriously injured, I won’t die!

As long as he doesn't die, he has the spiritual energy left by his master Wangcai.

That’s no problem!

Looking at the Demon Lord July beside him, Qin Lang pondered for a while.

What posture should I use?

It should be more comfortable to hold it in the middle, right?

As long as you avoid sharp edges, you should be fine.

It’s just a chessboard, give it a try.

Maybe it will be useful in the future.

"that's all."

Qin Lang murmured.

"Um?"

The Demon Lord of July leaned his head towards Qin Lang.

Qin Lang felt emotional when he saw this.

July is indeed the disciple who has followed him the longest.

She actually knew what he was thinking.

"Thanks for your hard work July."

Qin Lang affirmed the hard work of Demon Lord July.

The Demon Lord of July was in a state of confusion.

But Qin Lang was holding a chessboard made from the tower and smashing it towards his head.

This behavior surprised him greatly!

Uncle Master Qin Lang wants to kill him!