Qin Lang panicked!

We are all family, how can we fight to the death?

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

He shouted loudly and rushed into the Immortal Locking Palace, trying to stop the two men from fighting.

But when he rushed in.

But I saw a very strange scene.

Wu Changfeng was holding a bell that looked very familiar to him and was shaking it.

Yu Yuanhao covered his head, as if he was in excruciating pain.

Looking at this scene.

Qin Lang suddenly felt like countless horses were galloping in his heart.

I thought they were fighting each other to the death.

I didn't expect it, it was just a joke...

At this time, Wu Changfeng and Yu Yuanhao were also staring at him closely, their eyes full of surprise and suspicion.

"You can't kill people like this?"

Qin Lang didn't know what to say, and added again with confusion.

“Gurgle…”

Wu Changfeng swallowed.

Is this even human language?

What do you mean this can’t kill people?

Could it be that Junior Master Qin Lang still wants to let the two of them kill each other here?

He couldn't even think about it!

Moreover, he was ringing the bell just now.

But Junior Master Uncle Qin Lang was not affected at all.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Although I know that Junior Master Qin Lang’s cultivation is very powerful.

But he didn't expect that he could be so powerful that he could directly ignore the top-grade spiritual weapons!

He spent 10 million low-grade spirit stones to buy this!

At this moment, the smile Wu Changfeng forced on his face was uglier than crying.

He always felt that he had bought a fake.

It was clear that Elder Yu was tortured to death by the ringing of the bell just now, and was in so much pain that he wished he was dead...

Yu Yuanhao, panting triumphantly, saw Qin Lang appear.

He looked at the bell in Wu Changfeng's hand again.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But when the words came to his lips, he took them back, and hesitated.

Finally it becomes a sentence:

"You guys chat, I have something else to do in the Gongfa Hall, I'll leave first."

With Yu Yuanhao's departure.

Qin Lang's gaze turned to the bell in Wu Changfeng's hand again.

"Junior Brother Wu... where did you get the bell in your hand? Why does it look so familiar to me?"

As soon as he said this.

Wu Changfeng trembled all over suddenly.

I thought, it’s over, it’s over…

If Junior Master-Uncle knew that he had used the spirit stones of the Locking Immortal Sect to secretly purchase a top-grade spiritual weapon, who knows if he would be furious.

I have to find a reasonable excuse...

"Uncle Junior Master, I bought this bell specially to give to you as a gift. I just wanted to test the power of this bell."

Wu Changfeng said angrily.

Although he had to reluctantly give up the bell and give it to Junior Master Qin Lang.

But as long as he could avoid the punishment from Junior-Master Uncle Qin Lang, what would a mere top-grade spiritual bell matter?

Qin Lang seemed a little confused after hearing this.

"Bought it? Bought it at the Guanlan City Auction House? And it cost 10 million low-grade spirit stones, right?"

He felt something in his heart and asked quickly.

But in her heart, she hoped that Wu Changfeng's answer would be negative.

Wu Changfeng trembled all over, his eyes filled with fear.

What Qin Lang said sounded as if he had experienced it himself.

He was shocked.

It was obvious that he went to Guanlan City alone, and he was alone when the transaction took place.

Why does Junior Master Qin Lang know so much?

Could it be what the Demon Lord July said?

Or was it the junior master's female cook who said that?

But they don't know the exact amount.

How did Junior-Master Uncle Qin Lang know this number?

How could he dare to continue hiding it when he knew the whole story?

"Bang!"

Wu Changfeng knelt directly on the ground.

He kowtowed to Qin Lang:

"Uncle Junior Master, it is Changfeng's fault. Changfeng dare not use the sect's spiritual stones privately. Please be lenient with him..."

He trembled all over as he pleaded.

He was afraid that Qin Lang would be unhappy and would kill him directly.

Qin Lang looked at Wu Changfeng who was kneeling on the ground and already knew everything.

"Get up."

He said casually.

"ah?"

Wu Changfeng looked up blankly.

He found that there was a hint of teasing in Qin Lang's eyes.

What's going on?

With a feeling of uneasiness, he slowly got up from the ground.

"Uncle Junior Master..."

He called out tentatively.

Qin Lang shook his head helplessly.

"Do you know who sold this Soul-Catching Bell?"

He looked at Wu Changfeng and asked.

Wu Changfeng looked at Qin Lang in confusion, somewhat unsure of what Qin Lang meant.

He wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask, and he didn't dare to ask.

"I put the Soul-Capture Bell on consignment at the auction house. I didn't think this little thing was worth a few spirit stones. Today, the auction house notified me to collect the spirit stones. I was wondering who bought the Soul-Capture Bell, but I didn't expect it to be you..."

Qin Lang gave Wu Changfeng a blank look.

He felt that Wu Changfeng was just causing trouble for him.

I originally wanted to sell some small things and earn some spirit stones.

Unexpectedly, the money he earned was actually the spirit stones of his nephew Wu.

Now the auction house doesn't accept items, so he has no way to sell the bell.

It can only rot in your hands.

Wu Changfeng is confused now.

He was a little slow to react after hearing what Qin Lang said.

It turns out that he spent 10 million spirit stones.

The top-grade spiritual weapon I bought at the auction house was actually sold by my junior uncle?

He thought of the Fenglei Sect that had been destroyed before.

The palm-leaf fan that Long Feifan bought at a huge price, wasn't it the one that Junior Master-Uncle put up for sale at the auction house?

And that’s not all.

That day, the extravagant dragon came to attack.

The palm leaf fan slipped out of Long Feifan's hand and he ran back crying...

Before, he had ridiculed Long Feifan in his heart, saying that he had lost both his wife and his soldiers.

Now it seems that he is just the pot calling the kettle black.

It cannot be said that there is no connection, it can only be said that they are exactly the same.

Didn’t he make the same mistake?

I bought something from Junior Master Qin Lang at the auction house...

It's embarrassing to tell anyone about it.

"You can keep this bell if you like it."

Qin Lang waved his hand.

This bell is so rubbish that he doesn't even care about it.

Since Junior Brother Wu has already spent money to buy it, let him keep it.

"ah?"

Wu Changfeng couldn't believe his ears.

Junior Master Qin Lang actually let him keep the bell.

But on second thought, he felt relieved.

What a powerful existence Junior-Master Uncle Qin Lang is.

How could a mere top-grade spiritual weapon possibly catch the eye of Junior-Master Qin Lang?

"Thank you, Junior Master Uncle, thank you, Junior Master Uncle!"

Wu Changfeng was moved to tears.

He quickly bowed to Qin Lang to express his gratitude.

I was afraid that Qin Lang would go back on his word.

Qin Lang nodded slightly.

He had no intention of regretting it at all.

To him, this Soul-Catching Bell was obtained for free.

There is no loss at all.

How could I be reluctant?

After explaining the matter of the Soul-Catching Bell, Qin Lang remembered that he had something else to do, so he sat up straight and asked:

"Nephew Wu, how should the cultivation resources of the Suoxian Sect be distributed now?"

Qin Lang's expression was very serious.

This concerns the system's mission and he cannot afford to be careless.

Seeing this, Wu Changfeng also looked meticulous.

He didn't know why Qin Lang suddenly became concerned about the sect's affairs.

However, Qin Lang is the one with the highest status and the strongest cultivation in the Locking Immortal Sect.

If Qin Lang asked a question, Wu Changfeng had to answer it.

He walked to the table on the side and took out an account book from the table.