"I don't know exactly where to go."

Sanlang said thoughtfully.

"I heard from the elders of her sect that she seemed to be heading southeast."

Southeast!

Southeast again!

Where will she go?

Leizhou? Qingzhou?

Yunzhou is too remote, and there is a cultivation barrier there.

The highest is returning to the void.

The existence that can produce such a strange phenomenon must be more than just the Return to Void Realm.

Therefore, Yunzhou has been excluded in Mu Yu's mind.

"I'm going out for a while."

Mu Yu said nothing.

His figure disappeared directly from the forging room.

In the huge forging room, Sanlang was the only one left, guarding the empty room all by himself.

Sanlang shook his head helplessly.

"He's back, don't worry."

Use your index finger on it after you finish writing.

He tapped the mirror lightly.

The characters above seeped into the mirror.

After doing all this, Sanlang put away the jade mirror.

Sanlang's figure disappeared in the forging room.

In the empty forging room, only the echo of three waves remained.

…

Locking Immortal Gate.

Qin Lang found Wu Changfeng.

"Nephew Wu, I have something I need your help with."

Junior Master asked him for help... Wu Changfeng felt bitter.

What is my strength? What is your strength, Junior Master?

How can I help you?

Are you kidding?

"Uncle Junior Master, you can talk as you please."

Wu Changfeng said respectfully.

Even though I complain in my heart, I still have to put in enough effort to pretend to be good.

I hope it won’t be too difficult for Junior Master to help.

Got Wu Changfeng's consent.

Qin Lang was also very happy.

As expected of Wu’s nephew, he is easy to talk to.

I shouldn’t have gone to Guanlan City if I had known this.

He was blamed for destroying the weapon refining hall and also wasted the lower third-grade ore to repair the broken sword.

It's really a case of losing both the lady and the army.

Fortunately, Junior Brother Wu agreed readily.

Qin Lang's bad mood brought about by the Wuque Sword was also greatly relieved.

"Does Wu-shi-niu have any swords? Can you give me a few?"

One sword may not be enough. After all, I have pets. What if they treat it as a toy and lose their way after playing with it? It will be hard to find it, so I might as well get a few more.

Wu Changfeng's face froze.

Junior Master asked him for the sword?

There is a sword of magical weapon level.

But Qin Lang just threw the top-grade spiritual artifact, the cattail leaf fan, into the auction house.

This means that even high-grade spiritual weapons cannot satisfy Qin Lang’s needs.

In Wu Changfeng's opinion, perhaps only immortal weapons could satisfy Qin Lang's needs.

At the very least, it has to be a semi-immortal weapon.

He, Wu Changfeng, is just a small elder of the Locking Immortal Sect.

The first time I saw a top-grade spiritual weapon was Qin Lang’s palm-leaf fan.

Immortal weapon? Semi-immortal weapon?

He had seen quite a lot of them in his dreams.

And in dreams, he has a lot more.

"Uncle Junior Master, you know the situation of the Immortal Locking Sect. You're asking me for the sword. Aren't you making things difficult for me..."

Wu Changfeng said angrily.

Although saying this might make Qin Lang angry.

But he had no choice.

Whether it is a semi-immortal weapon or an immortal weapon.

Either way, he couldn't get it out.

Why does Junior Brother Wu's words make it sound like I'm a spendthrift... Qin Lang was speechless.

"Martial Brother Wu, even if we at the Immortal Locking Sect are poor and destitute, we shouldn't be in such a state, right? Didn't I give you millions of spirit stones before? Don't you even have the money to buy a low-grade magic sword?"

Qin Lang complained in his heart.

The prices in this Qiankun Continent are too expensive!

I originally thought that one hundred spirit stones was already very expensive to buy a rare red jade book.

I didn’t expect that the magic sword would be even more expensive.

Magic, magic, a magic weapon long sword? Or a low-grade magic weapon... Wu Changfeng was a little bit unbelievable.

He thought Qin Lang asked him for it.

It is an immortal weapon, or even a semi-immortal weapon level sword.

I didn't expect it to be just at the magic weapon level.

This thing is owned by the Suoxian Sect!

Although there are few high-quality magical instruments, there are still some mid-quality ones.

As for the lower-grade magic weapons?

That's just commonplace.

Standard equipment for outer disciples of Suoxian Sect, given upon joining.

It seems that I misunderstood my junior uncle.

It is inspiring to be able to say that it is our duty to restore the glory of Locking Immortal Sect.

How could it cause trouble for the Suoxian Sect?

"So what Junior Master wanted was a lower-grade magical weapon. I have this. How many do you want, Junior Master?"

Wu Changfeng smiled brightly.

It’s good as long as it’s not an immortal weapon or semi-immortal weapon.

It is my great honor, Wu Changfeng, to be able to help Junior Uncle-Master!

I originally wanted to order a few more, but since the lower-grade magic tools are so expensive... Qin Lang thought about it and said:

"One is enough."

Qin Lang's voice had just fallen.

In Wu Changfeng's hand lay a long sword.

The simple sword body appears steady, and the sharp edge exudes a hint of chill.

What a nice three-foot-long green sword.

Qin Lang's eyes lit up.

He has fought in many battles over three thousand miles, and his sword is as powerful as that of a million soldiers.

The scene of flying on a sword and killing millions of monks in seconds with a single swing of the sword had already emerged in his mind.

So handsome!

What a good sword! It is indeed a good sword!

Only a good sword like this can match my looks!

It is indeed a low-grade spiritual weapon! It is truly extraordinary! It looks awesome!

It's so much better than that "broken sword" that it's not even a level better!

Wuquejian had no idea what was in Qin Lang's mind.

Otherwise, the two halves of the sword would be so angry that they would dance.

"Nice sword, thank you, Brother Wu."

Qin Lang held the sword, said hello to Wu Changfeng, and prepared to leave.

Wu Changfeng was also overjoyed to see that Qin Lang was satisfied.

In order to satisfy Qin Lang.

He specially picked out the best-looking magic weapon from the storage space and gave it to him.

He didn't pay attention to what it was specifically.

I just think, as long as it looks good.

As long as Junior Master is satisfied.

Looking at Qin Lang's departing back.

Wu Changfeng couldn't help but sigh:

"When can I be as powerful as Junior Master? His elixirs, his pets, his wine, hiss... I dare not even think about it."

Thinking of everything about Qin Lang.

Wu Changfeng also took a breath of cold air.

Junior Master-Uncle, you are really so terrifying!

It is simply unimaginable to reach the level of Junior Master.

It’s better to face the reality.

Just at this moment.

Wu Changfeng suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.

This feeling...

Very strange.

Just like the strengthened heavenly calamity not long ago, it was locked.

It was as if death was about to come.

Why do you feel this way?

Wu Changfeng felt something was wrong.

He couldn't figure it out.

But the intuition of the monks is often accurate.

Wu Changfeng doesn't think this is a fantasy.

But the heavenly calamity has clearly passed.

Ye Lingyu, the leader of Lingyun Pavilion, was also killed by Junior Uncle's pet.

In addition, there is an immortal formation guarding the Locking Immortal Gate.

Why do I feel this way?

"not good!"

Wu Changfeng let out a cry of surprise.

That feeling surged into his heart, but he didn't know how to guard against it.

Where is the enemy? Where is the attack?

Wu Changfeng felt like he was in a fucking dream. He didn't even know whether the person who wanted to kill him was a human or a ghost.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out of Wu Changfeng's mouth.

Even his nose, eyes, and ears were bleeding.

Wu Changfeng, with blood coming out of all his orifices, opened his eyes wide.

That sense of crisis, the feeling of death!