"senior!"

Feng Shang exclaimed.

The other elders couldn't help but shudder.

This is the perfect sword!

senior?

Qin Lang looked at Feng Shang in confusion.

If Wangcai is Fengshang’s predecessor, then isn’t Fengshang also a dog?

"Junior Brother Feng, that is my pet dog Wangcai, not a senior." Qin Lang explained.

"What pet dog!" Feng Shang was ashamed and angry, thinking that Qin Lang was calling him a dog, "I called you Senior Wuquejian."

Senior Wuquejian?

That broken sword is the perfect sword?

The sword of Ye Wuque, the founder of the Locking Immortal Sect, the Wuque Sword?

Isn’t it said that the Wuque Sword is a divine weapon?

How come Wangcai breaks it with just one bite?

Qin Lang had a headache.

That is the sword left by Ye Wuque, the founder of the Locking Immortal Sect. Even if it is embroidered, it will still have great commemorative significance.

He was afraid that Fengshang would get angry and cook Wangcai into dog meat stew.

Even though he is a junior master, he has no real strength after all.

If we were to fight, I would be no match for him at all.

After all, Wangcai has been with him for ten years, and they have been together day and night, and they have a deep master-pet relationship.

"Junior Brother Feng, the sword may have become rusty due to not being used for a long time. Senior Junior Brother Feng, please forgive me. Don't bother with a dog."

Qin Lang tried to save Wangcai.

rust……

Feng Shang's mouth twitched a few times.

Rusty due to long time of disuse?

Are you kidding?

The Wuque Sword is a mid-grade spiritual weapon!

In the entire Suoxian Sect, except for the Wuque Sword, the most powerful weapon is only a low-grade spiritual weapon.

He was taken away by the sect leader, but died midway and his low-grade spiritual weapon was also lost.

Now, there is not a single spiritual weapon in the entire Locking Immortal Sect.

The best that these elders have are only top-grade magical instruments...

But the facts are before us.

Even if he was asked to believe that a dog could bite off a mid-grade spiritual weapon, he would rather believe that as time went by, the spiritual power of the Wuque Sword dissipated and it rusted...

After all, tens of thousands of years have passed.

"Junior Master, we will spread the news of your coming out. Since the old sect master has left you a treasure that allows you to freely enter and exit the Sword Tempering Valley, then Junior Master should stay in the Sword Tempering Valley with peace of mind and don't come out unless necessary."

Feng Shang calmed down and spoke slowly.

"Treasure?" Qin Lang was a little confused.

When did my cheap senior brother ever give me any treasure?

Why don't I know?

"Elder Feng, how can you talk to Junior Master Uncle like that?"

Wu Changfeng stood up.

He didn't expect that Feng Shang made the same mistake as he did before.

That means you underestimate your junior uncle.

"Elder Wu, you don't need to defend Junior Master. We all understand the situation. I'm sure Elder Yu and the others agree with me."

Feng Shang glanced at Qin Lang with disdain and said to Wu Changfeng.

"Elder Feng is right."

"Just follow Elder Feng."

"That's great."

Yu Yuanhao and three other elders also expressed their opinions.

Feel at ease staying in the Sword Tempering Valley?

That seems good.

I am just an ordinary person, and if I go out, it is easy for something to happen.

It’s better to sign in at the Sword Tempering Valley and stay there to develop.

When my strength increases, I will soar into the sky and make a stunning debut. I will be the only one in the world, and when the sun rises in the east, I will be invincible!

"I agree with what Junior Brother Feng said. It's okay. I will definitely not leave the Sword Tempering Valley or the Immortal Locking Gate! Don't worry!"

Qin Lang said with a smile that it was very fun to drive up there.

"this……"

Wu Changfeng wanted to make some explanation.

After all, he was able to break through the third level by relying on his junior uncle’s help in refining the immortal spirit in the elixir.

But seeing Qin Lang, I am so happy.

He couldn't help but think that his junior master was too low-key.

"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Master. If you have any instructions, you can come to the Immortal Locking Palace to find me."

Wu Changfeng said respectfully.

When Feng Shang saw this, a look of deep disdain appeared on his face.

The eighth elder of the Locking Immortal Sect was so respectful to a mortal.

So what if he is Junior Master?

In Qiankun Continent, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the strong are respected.

Without strength, even if he is the founder, he can never make you bow your head.

"Elder Wu, there are still a lot of matters waiting to be dealt with within the sect. Let's not waste time here."

Feng Shang urged impatiently.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Qin Lang smiled and said to Wu Changfeng who was somewhat helpless.

After Wu Changfeng bowed deeply, he turned around and left with Feng Shang and others.

Looking at the backs of the elders, Qin Lang couldn't help but sigh:

My nephews are so amazing. They are so busy, yet they can still cultivate to such a high level! It's really like a little cow standing upside down!

With admiration and envy for my fellow apprentices.

Qin Lang returned to the valley angrily.

"Wangcai!"

he shouted angrily.

“Ah…”

Wangcai cried out in great grievance.

Under his dog's paw was the broken sword.

"Why are you biting the sword for no reason? You are not a woman. Even if you break the mind, the sword won't give you any pleasure!"

Qin Lang complained helplessly.

If he really wants to play Wangcai, he will definitely be reluctant to do so.

After all, he has been with me for ten years, and we have been together day and night.

"Woof?"

Wangcai called out, a little confused, not understanding what Qin Lang meant.

"Forget it, you're a dog, at most you can ask a female dog to help you, but your dog's teeth are too sharp, it won't be suitable, so forget it."

Qin Lang waved his hands speechlessly.

"Woof?"

Wangcai still didn't understand what Qin Lang meant.

Why did you bring up the bitch for no reason?

"I'm so stupid to explain so much to you..."

Qin Lang shook his head helplessly.

Having lived with his three pets for ten years, he sometimes even thinks of them as humans.

Under Wangcai's puzzled gaze.

Qin Lang walked up to him and touched his dog's head.

"Be good, don't bite anything next time, and don't hurt yourself."

As he spoke, Qin Lang bent down and picked up the two broken swords that Wangcai was holding.

“Although it’s not rusty, it’s not sharp either.”

Qin Lang complained.

When he picked it up just now, his fingers touched the blade.

But there was no stinging pain at all.

"Little Chicken, Garfield!" Qin Lang shouted, each holding a flawless sword, "Be good, don't touch knives or swords like this in the future, okay?"

Qin Lang warned.

"Meow?"

"Hmm?"

Garfield and Chicken Little made confused noises.

Qin Lang ignored him and threw away the two pieces of the perfect sword.

"Okay, you guys stay here. I just forgot to ask where Xingyinghua is. I'll catch up and ask. I'll come back later to cook for you."

After saying that, he chased in the direction Wu Changfeng and the others left.

Wait until Qin Lang leaves.

Spiritual light appeared in the eyes of his three pets.

"Wangcai, what's wrong with you? You actually made your master angry!"

The little yellow chicken glared with its two claws, spread its little wings, and knocked Wangcai directly on the forehead.

"Brother Ji, don't blame me. Who knew that the broken sword was so fragile? I was just about to spit it out, but my teeth hit it and it broke..."

Wangcai covered his forehead with his paws and said aggrievedly.

"Shut up, Master, we are just going to ask where the Xingying Flower is. We will be back soon. If the Master finds out that we can talk, he will definitely think there are monsters and won't want us anymore."

Garfield licked the cat's paw with his tongue and reminded.

Wangcai and the chick shuddered all over and quickly closed their mouths.

Qin Lang had told them the story of Journey to the West before. The monsters in the story were all transformed from animals. They could talk and liked the flesh of Monk Tang.

Although Qin Lang is not Tang Monk, they are afraid that the fact that they can speak will make Qin Lang misunderstand them as monsters.

at the same time.

The two halves of the Wuque sword that Qin Lang casually threw away fell next to a cabbage.

The sword was shaking constantly, filled with fear.