"What's wrong?"

Haoyue walked to Qin Lang attentively, gently put her arm around his arm, and asked softly.

Feeling the softness in his arm, Qin Lang felt comfortable.

Only those who can endure what ordinary people cannot endure are real men!

Since there were outsiders around, he decided to endure it for the time being.

"Nothing, I just think this plaque is an eyesore."

Qin Lang said with a pursed lip.

The three words "Divine Eagle Palace" made him miss the Locking Immortal Palace.

Every time he entered the Locking Immortal Palace, Wu Changfeng would always rush over.

Today, there is no trace of Junior Brother Wu anymore.

I don’t know whether the Suoxianmen is safe or not after being engulfed by the black hole.

"Yellow Eagle."

Qin Lang shouted as he looked at the Divine Eagle Palace in front of him.

Huang Ying didn't care about his backache, and hurried to Qin Lang's side, bowed his head respectfully and asked: "Master, what do you want?"

He had no choice but to surrender to the terrifying Qin Lang.

Qin Lang glanced at Huang Ying, who was looking fearful, and said calmly:

"As mentioned before, dismiss all the people from the Divine Eagle Immortal Sect. The value of the Locking Immortal Sect lies in quality, not quantity."

The fairy world has locked the fairy gate, and anyone who wants to be accepted as a disciple still has to pass this hurdle.

If he feels that he is not capable of doing so, he cannot become a disciple of the Locking Immortal Sect.

The Locking Immortals Gate of the Qiankun Continent has reached its peak, and the Locking Immortals Gate of the Immortal Realm should be the same!

"Yes." Huang Ying didn't dare to persuade him. He lowered his head and quickly flew down.

Qin Lang was not worried that Huang Ying would escape.

With the master-servant contract in place, Huang Ying couldn't escape at all. As long as he found that Huang Ying showed signs of escaping, he could destroy Huang Ying's soul in a moment.

"Let's go into the palace."

Qin Lang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

In the fairyland, a place where I am unfamiliar with, I finally have a foothold.

Walking into the Divine Eagle Hall, Qin Lang directed Pan Hang to decorate the objects in the hall.

He wanted to make it look a bit like the Locking Immortal Palace so that he could reminisce.

"Why am I the only one here?"

Pan Hang made a bitter face, looking at Qin Lang and Haoyue who was clinging to Qin Lang's arms, feeling very uncomfortable.

However, due to his lack of strength, he had no bargaining power in front of Qin Lang. He could only suppress his dissatisfaction and force himself to listen to Qin Lang's orders to decorate the Divine Eagle Hall.

After Huang Ying dismissed the disciples of the Divine Eagle Sect, he returned to the Divine Eagle Hall.

Looking at the Divine Eagle Palace, which was completely different from before, he lowered his head with a sinister look on his face.

The previous decorations in the Divine Eagle Hall were all based on his wishes.

Now that things have changed so much, he feels very uncomfortable.

"Wait! As soon as the ancestor comes out of seclusion, I will tear you into pieces!"

With hatred in his heart, he approached Qin Lang with a respectful look on his face and asked sincerely:

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Qin Lang hugged Haoyue and played with her soft, boneless, cold jade fingers.

"Get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

He pinched Haoyue's jade finger and pointed it at Huang Ying.

Pan Hang sat cross-legged on the side, his eyelids slightly raised, revealing a puzzled look.

Could it be that this great-grandmaster was in such a poetic mood that he wanted to compose an impromptu poem?

Huang Ying was also puzzled, but did not dare to ask.

After the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone were presented, Qin Lang stood up holding Haoyue.

He looked at the bright moon beside him and asked softly, "Can you grind the ink?"

How could Haoyue refuse Qin Lang? She smiled charmingly and said sweetly, "Okay."

The two walked to the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone prepared by Huang Ying, and Haoyue was responsible for grinding the ink.

Qin Lang spread out the finest fairy paper from the fairy world prepared by Huang Ying.

This kind of fairy paper has a great origin.

As long as the person holding the pen has achieved a certain level of attainment in calligraphy and painting, the fairy paper can make the calligraphy and painting on the paper come alive.

Of course, if one’s attainments are not sufficient, calligraphy and painting will be like dead objects, lying motionless on the paper.

In the fairy world, many golden immortals and even fairy kings who are fond of calligraphy and painting like to use this paper to write and paint, showing off their extraordinary attainments in calligraphy and painting.

He specially brought this kind of paper because he wanted to see Qin Lang make a fool of himself.

Although Qin Lang's spiritual power is too strong, it is still spiritual power after all, and his strength is only at the mortal level, so his attainments in calligraphy and painting are naturally insufficient.

He was no match for Qin Lang, so he naturally didn't dare to do anything harmful to Qin Lang openly.

But he still wanted to try to embarrass Qin Lang.

Who made Qin Lang step on him and embarrass him?

"Uncle Master! Wait!"

When Pan Hang opened his eyes, he was shocked when he saw the fairy paper.

It would be embarrassing if I don’t write well on this paper!

The bright moon remained indifferent, quietly grinding ink.

Qin Lang looked at Pan Hang with confusion, frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pan Hang walked to Qin Lang's side, glanced at the respectful Huang Ying beside him, pointed at the paper and said, "What is your intention in giving this paper to your uncle-master?"

Huang Ying felt angry.

If it were in the past, how could a mere mid-stage human immortal dare to speak to him like this.

But now he was in a lower position, and facing Pan Hang, a mid-stage human immortal, he could only explain earnestly: "Master wants pens, ink, paper and inkstone, so naturally I have to give him the best."

After saying this, he looked at it aggrievedly, as if he had really put himself in the role of a pet, and started to act cute and coquettish.

However, Qin Lang didn’t feel anything about the cute and coquettish behavior of a man with a pointed mouth.

He looked at the paper that had just been laid out in front of him, with a puzzled look in his eyes, raised his eyes to the yellow eagle in front of him and asked: "What is the name of this paper?"

From what Pan Hang just said, he felt that this paper might be a little special.

Huang Ying smiled sincerely and said respectfully: "Master, if your calligraphy and painting skills are strong, this immortal paper will come alive. If your skills are not good enough, it will just stay on the paper without any movement. This is the best paper of my Divine Eagle Immortal Sect."

"The Divine Eagle Immortal Sect is gone, now it's the Lock Immortal Sect." Qin Lang reminded, and then looked down at the paper on the table, "It doesn't matter whether it's alive or lying still."

After saying that, he picked up the pen beside him and gently dipped it into the ink that Haoyue had ground evenly, waiting for the ink to soak all the hairs on the tip of the pen.

Pan Hang originally thought that Huang Ying wanted to embarrass Qin Lang, which was why he said that.

Seeing that Qin Lang didn't care, he curled his lips and went back to sit cross-legged again.

Since Qin Lang, the master's uncle, doesn't care about being embarrassed, what else can he, the disciple, say?

Anyway, the people missing were Qin Lang's, and it had nothing to do with him.

The ink was soaked and Qin Lang picked up the brush.

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a pen, and thought back to the time several months ago when he was in the Immortal Locking Forbidden Land.

At that time, he was extremely bored in the forbidden area and also practiced calligraphy.

Writing requires artistic conception.

Now he needs peace of mind.

"bite!"

The system prompt sounded in Qin Lang's mind, but Qin Lang, who had picked up the pen, was already immersed in writing and completely ignored the system prompt sound.

"Passive skill Great Avenue is activated, duration: one minute."

Qin Lang did not use any spiritual power, but the tip of his pen was surrounded by the true principles of the Great Dao.

Start writing.

The three words "Suoxianmen" were written out from Qin Lang's pen as boldly as swords and spears.

Three words were settled, and then three more words: "Locking Immortal Palace"!