On the way to Guanlan City.

Qin Lang discovered a black spot in the air ahead.

"Hmm? What's that?"

He stared at the black spot with confusion.

I noticed that the black spots in his eyes were gradually getting bigger.

Slowly a human shape was formed.

"What the hell? It's a monk flying!"

Qin Lang was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, few monks fly so low.

Because it is too low, accidents are likely to happen.

Therefore, when monks fly, they usually fly higher.

So as to avoid running into some sects’ protective formations.

If you damage the formation, you have to pay compensation.

If it wasn't damaged, you might have lost your life.

Over time, the cultivators of Qiankun Continent would fly very high when speeding in the air.

It is rare to see someone flying so low like the one Qin Lang saw.

"call out!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded above Qin Lang's head.

Qin Lang also saw the face of the speeding man clearly.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a very stern face.

Especially his feet, which seemed to be in heavy shackles.

The man's identity.

Although Qin Lang was confused.

But he didn't take it to heart.

A monk in shackles...how powerful can he be?

How could such a powerful monk be bound by shackles?

Probably a small person.

Qin Lang didn't take it too seriously and continued to rush towards Guanlan City.

But at this moment.

“Wait!”

The man who had been speeding past him flew in front of Qin Lang.

He blocked Qin Lang's way.

Those cold eyes stared at Qin Lang, as if he would kill Qin Lang if he dared to leave.

"Um?"

Qin Lang was a little confused.

"What's the matter?"

He looked up at the man with shackles on his feet in mid-air, somewhat puzzled.

“Ding ding ding…”

The shackles collided and made a sound.

The man fell from mid-air to the ground and stood in front of Qin Lang.

"I am the Sword Slave of Cangshan, and I am ordered by the Sword Master to go to the Immortal Locking Gate. May I ask where the Immortal Locking Gate is?"

The man named Qi Jian asked Qin Lang.

Although his general direction was correct.

However, he was still unclear about the exact location of the Locking Immortal Gate.

I happened to see Qin Lang, so I thought of asking him.

Qin Lang was somewhat displeased with Qi Jian's cold words.

He pointed behind him.

"The direction you just went is the Immortal Locking Gate."

If it was just asking for directions, he wouldn't mind.

Upon hearing this, Qi Jian flew into the air without saying a word, ready to rush towards the Suoxian Gate.

This actually made Qin Lang somewhat unhappy.

"Wait! Aren't you supposed to say thank you?"

Although this is not the world of my previous life.

But we should also have the most basic courtesy as a human being, right?

What's more, he is the junior master of Suoxianmen.

He went to visit Suoxianmen but didn't take him, the junior master of Suoxianmen, seriously. What does this mean?

The Qi Sword, which was floating in the air and was about to rush towards the Locking Immortal Gate, stopped.

He slowly fell down again.

Accompanied by the sound of "jingling" from the shackles on the feet.

Stopped in front of Qin Lang again.

Then he stretched out his hand, and a broadsword appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Qin Lang was a little confused.

What does this guy mean?

He just took out his sword. Are you planning to take action?

“Fuck!”

He was a little surprised.

The people in this world are a little outrageous!

Are all the people outside the Locking Immortal Sect so cruel?

Just let me say thank you.

It would be fine if he refuses to speak, but as for taking out the big sword, are you going to give him some Demacia justice?

Just when Qin Lang was surprised and puzzled.

Qi Jian held a broadsword in his hand and chopped it towards Qin Lang's head.

In his opinion, Qin Lang was just a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm.

A cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm is just an ant.

He doesn't mind killing a talkative ant with a sword.

As a sword slave of the Cangshan Sword Sect, his mission is to kill.

Qin Lang's heart tightened.

This is so...

Although he didn't know what level of cultivation this sword slave in front of him had or how powerful he was.

But he dared to attack him directly.

That's definitely a certainty!

Originally Qin Lang wanted to run away.

But the broadsword had already appeared before him.

Run, how to run!

At this time, he thought of the chessboard.

The chessboard seems to be quite hard.

Maybe you can use this chessboard as a shield.

Got this idea.

Qin Lang's consciousness entered the storage space.

The chessboard instantly appeared in his hands.

He held up the chessboard, just in time to block the direction where Qi Jian's broad-bladed greatsword would come down.

Qi Jian remained calm, but he was full of disdain in his heart.

The people of Yunzhou are truly barbaric.

He actually wanted to use the Taoist chess board to block his sword.

What wishful thinking.

Although this sword did not use much spiritual power.

However, killing an ant in the Purple Mansion Realm is a piece of cake for a cultivator like him who is at the peak of the Qitian Realm.

“Swish!”

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sound of breaking wind.

Qin Lang's heart tightened.

Hiding under the chessboard, his face was full of tension.

Now his only prayer was that the chessboard was really hard.

If nothing else, it's at least harder than the flute he has.

Otherwise you will die!

A "click" sound was heard.

The broadsword slashed across the chessboard.

However, Qi Jian, who was holding a broadsword, was horrified.

"this……"

He was a little hesitant.

The indifference on his face was already covered by shock.

He is a cultivator at the peak of the Qitian realm.

He is already invincible in Yunzhou.

Deal with an ant in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Can’t even break the chessboard in the hand of an ant?

In particular, this chessboard does not look like a magic weapon.

There is no fluctuation of spiritual power above.

Can an ordinary chessboard really block his sword?

At this moment, my mind was full of question marks.

He couldn't understand what was going on.

Qin Lang, who successfully blocked the broadsword, was overjoyed.

The hardness of the chessboard was beyond his imagination.

That's exactly why.

Qin Lang felt that Qi Jian’s cultivation level should not be that high.

Even if Qi Jian was going to visit Suoxianmen, it didn’t matter whether there was someone behind him or not.

But he is the junior master of Suoxianmen.

Dare to attack him, and his cultivation is not higher than his.

Even his chessboard couldn't be broken.

Qin Lang was furious.

He mobilized the limited spiritual power in his body.

The Tao is tangible and it starts directly.

Around him, strange visions of heaven and earth appeared.

All the spiritual power was infused into Qin Lang's hands.

He also used his greatest strength.

"Fuck your mother!"

Following a roar from Qin Lang.

He slammed the chessboard in his hand away.

Begging for the sword was originally out of doubt and surprise.

When Qin Lang took action.

The strange phenomena of heaven and earth surrounding Qin Lang frightened Qi Jian.

How could a mere cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm possibly be able to cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth?

Although he was confused, he didn't think much about it.

Because Qin Lang was already holding the chessboard and slapping it towards him.

He was alert in his heart and wanted to use his sword to cast a spell to block Qin Lang's chessboard.

However, he found that he couldn't move at all at this moment.

It was as if the space he was in had been completely locked.

Fear arose in his heart.

He could no longer maintain the stern look on his face.

The surprise that had originally appeared was also replaced by fear.

As the chessboard approaches.

Qi Jian's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Regret is the only obsession in his heart.

But it was too late.

The moment the chessboard was snapped.

His soul has been annihilated.

And his body shot out like a cannonball.

Qin Lang was also a little dazed.

"So... he is so weak?"

He hadn't thought about it at all.

The reason he was able to knock Qi Jian away was not because he was too strong.

What I actually thought of was that Qi Jian was too weak.

"But this one flew a little too far... Is it beyond the range of a home run?"

Looking at the begging sword which had turned into a black dot and could no longer be seen clearly, Qin Lang murmured.