The night is getting darker.

Qin Lang has fallen asleep.

Nalan Gyatso carried his seriously injured body back to his residence, licked his wounds, and planned his next step.

Lord Jianxu was about to be rescued by Patriarch Qingdeng who was buried under the formation hall, and had just eased the latter's injuries.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, Qingdeng has no way to repay you!"

Patriarch Qingdeng lay on the couch and bowed weakly to Lord Jianxu.

The gaze of the Sword Void God was extremely cold.

"If you were not the guardian of the Formation Hall, I would definitely chop off your dog head with one sword!"

He shouted coldly, his voice like thunder in the mind of Qingdeng Patriarch.

The old man Qingdeng trembled all over, and his weak and pale face was full of fear.

"Why is God like this? I wonder what Qingdeng has done that made God want to kill him!"

He did not dare to hesitate and quickly spoke to the Lord Jianxu with a respectful attitude.

Lord Jianxu looked at him coldly with a frown.

"snort!"

He snorted coldly and walked to the chair in the room and sat down.

When he turned around, he saw the terrified look on Qingdeng Patriarch's face and said:

"Do you know who the young man who injured you is? He is a powerful existence that even I cannot reach. Do you think he is just a junior in the Purple Mansion Realm? He is just being low-key and only showing his Purple Mansion Realm cultivation!"

The more he spoke, the higher his tone became.

This is to anger the old ancestor Qingdeng.

If it weren't for Qin Lang's magnanimity, he might have been dragged down by the Qingdeng Patriarch.

However, his natal magic weapon was also destroyed by Qin Lang.

All this cannot be blamed on Qin Lang.

If it weren’t for the Old Ancestor Qingdeng, his natal magic weapon would never have suffered such a disaster!

How could he have a good face towards the Qingdeng Patriarch?

"How... is this possible?"

The Qingdeng Patriarch's eyes were dull.

After hearing the words of Lord Jianxu, he began to doubt his life.

The junior he looked down upon, a brat in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Now Lord Jianxu God actually told him that it was a powerful being!

It is a power that even the Sword Void God cannot reach!

Even the Purple Mansion Realm that was displayed was just the realm that he wanted to see...

All this made Qingdeng Patriarch unbelievable.

He recalled the time when he met Qin Lang, from when Lu Yuan respectfully called Qin Lang "senior" to when Qin Lang stood still and returned his spiritual power to him double...

"No wonder, no wonder..."

The old man Qingdeng suddenly realized and kept muttering to himself.

If he wasn't as powerful as Lord Jianxu said, how could he have crushed him with the formation?

"Hmm? No wonder what?"

Lord Jianxu looked at Patriarch Qingdeng with some disdain.

But he was somewhat curious about what the Qingdeng Patriarch said.

What Qin Lang did actually caused such words to appear after the Qingdeng Patriarch found out.

Hearing the question from Lord Jianxu, Patriarch Qingdeng did not dare to hesitate.

He told Lord Jianxu everything that happened after he met Qin Lang.

When I first heard that Patriarch Qingdeng was making things difficult for Qin Lang.

Lord Jianxu almost slapped Patriarch Qingdeng to death with one slap.

He had to treat Qin Lang with respect, but Patriarch Qingdeng treated him with such contempt?

It is also thanks to Qin Lang's magnanimity. If it were him, the Sword Void God, the Qingdeng Patriarch would probably have died countless times.

Patriarch Qingdeng mentioned the time when he competed with Qin Lang in solving and setting up formations.

He was confused...

Qin Lang is at the Saint level in chess, alchemy and medicine.

There are more formations now?

Although he was a guest official of the Formation Hall, he did not understand formations.

But from what Patriarch Qingdeng said, it seems that Qin Lang's attainments in formation are unmatched by anyone in the Formation Hall?

In less than a breath of time, the formation was broken.

Although he didn't understand, it sounded very impressive.

He had seen the hall master set up the formation at the headquarters of the Formation Hall. Although the speed was fast, it took far more than a breath of time.

In this case, could it be that... Qin Lang is also a formation master?

The eyes of Lord Jianxu were full of disbelief.

He was already surprised enough to learn that the three saints were the same person.

Now there is another Formation Saint?

Four Saints in One?

If this were to get out, it would surely shock the world.

The entire Qiankun Continent will be shaken by earthquakes because of Qin Lang's name.

At this moment, he finally understood why Qin Lang was so powerful but always tried to keep a low profile.

With Qin Lang's current identity as one of the Four Saints, once it is exposed, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Qiankun Continent.

Moreover... combined with the legend of the 108 saints, calling the founder of the Locking Immortal Sect, Ye Wuque, his senior brother...

The numerous forces in the Qiankun Continent would certainly believe that there were indeed techniques or magic weapons in the Suoxian Sect that could lead to sainthood.

By then, all the immortals, demons, and Buddhists in Qiankun Continent will surely flock to Yunzhou.

The Suoxian Sect will surely become the target of public criticism!

Lord Jianxu did not want to publicize this matter.

Although he was respectful to Qin Lang, he also had a great liking for him.

He also thought that Qin Lang could teach him chess.

How could he do something that would be detrimental to Qin Lang?

But he couldn't guarantee anything about other people.

He had no intention of telling this to Patriarch Qingdeng.

After instructing Patriarch Qingdeng not to mention anything about Qin Lang to anyone, he returned to his residence.

…

The next day.

Mu Yu, San Lang and Hao Yue have become accustomed to coming to the Sword Tempering Valley.

They come at this time every day.

If there is any special purpose, there is none.

It's just a habit, and habit becomes nature.

If I don’t come to Tempering Sword Valley every day, it’s like I don’t know where to go.

"Eh? Uncle-master, are you here today?"

Mu Yu looked at Qin Lang who was sitting at the door of Jian Lu and asked questions.

“Ahem…”

Sanlang coughed twice and pulled Muyu's clothes.

Mu Yu looked at San Lang with some confusion.

Sanlang pointed to the side.

There, a bunch of exercises were displayed.

And the number is even greater than last time.

Haoyue understood, and a smile as charming as a peach blossom appeared on her face:

"Uncle Master, do you need to modify the technique again?"

She was eager to try it and was quite happy.

She was very happy to be able to help Qin Lang.

"Um."

Tan Lang nodded.

"Hurry up, you all have experience now, hurry up this time, I have to send it to Junior-Apprentice Yu later."

He urged, and stood up, picked up the three martial arts books, and threw them to Haoyue and others one by one.

Mu Yu and San Lang looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

But they had no choice.

In the Sword Tempering Valley, a busy scene appeared again.

afternoon.

Mission City.

In the room where the Qingdeng Patriarch rests.

“Sizzle…”

Black flames appeared out of nowhere, but this time they did not burn anything in the room.

The old man Qingdeng seemed to sense something and quickly opened his eyes.

When he saw the black hole in front of him, his eyes suddenly became lifeless, dull and stiff.

Between his eyebrows, a black line stretched out and connected with the black hole.

"He has a lot of negative emotions and his strength is too weak, so he can be used as a hidden chess piece."

A disembodied voice came from the black hole.

Just at this moment.

The Sword God appeared at the door.

"Who are you, monster? Take my sword!"

He shouted loudly and broke into the room.