Qin Lang, who had just left the Locking Immortal Palace.

Stopped.

He played with the sword in his hand and felt very satisfied.

"The sword given by Junior Brother Wu is just great!"

Qin Lang couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that if you encounter a problem, you can find Junior Brother Wu and solve it well!

When swordsmen perform swordplay, they always like to flick their swords a few times.

Listen to the crisp sound of the sword.

Qin Lang jumped up for some unknown reason.

The crisp "ding" sound did not sound as Qin Lang expected.

Instead, a "click" sound was heard.

"What the hell?"

Qin Lang was stunned.

What the hell.

Broken again?

Looking at the long sword broken into two pieces.

Qin Lang wanted to cry.

What the hell is going on?

I just played it...

Although it seems like I tried very hard.

But isn't this a good sword? I'm worried that I won't have enough strength to make any sound...

Who would have thought that a sword would look so cool.

It turned out to be a silver-plated gun tip!

It looks good but is not practical. It breaks when you tap it.

Even more broken than that broken sword.

Is Junior Brother Wu trying to trick me?

No way!

His attitude is quite good.

Could it be that Junior Brother Wu took the wrong one?

Got a toy sword?

Are you Junior Brother Wu? You think I am younger than you.

I asked him for a sword so I could play with it, so he gave me a toy sword?

Is it the same toy sword that Elder Fengshang threw to me on the day I came out of seclusion?

Are you planning to throw it for fun yourself?

"Forget it." Qin Lang said dejectedly, "Maybe I am of a higher generation, but in the eyes of Junior Brother Wu, I am still a child."

Qin Lang couldn't help but think so.

After all, he is only eighteen years old.

Although the elders, such as Wu Changfeng, looked to be in their thirties, there were actually nearly a hundred of them.

To them, I, at the age of eighteen, am just like a three-year-old baby.

However, Qin Lang knew that the Suoxian Sect was in a difficult situation.

Thinking about the lower-grade magic weapon, it must be extremely precious.

He simply stopped asking Wu Changfeng for the sword.

"Anyway, we already have the ore, so we can just go back and refine it."

…

"Master Junior misled me!"

Wu Changfeng cried out helplessly.

Now, he was so seriously injured that he couldn't even get the elixir.

Thinking of his previous behavior, Wu Changfeng almost wanted to slap himself in the face.

He was so stupid that he handed his life-saving magic weapon to Qin Lang.

At first he didn't remember it.

At that time, he only wanted to make Qin Lang satisfied.

Without thinking, he took out the sword and gave it to Qin Lang.

After Qin Lang took it away.

As the distance gradually increases.

Wu Changfeng's heart palpitations became more and more severe.

The natal magic weapon, connected to oneself.

When the magic weapon is not controlled by its owner, the distance of the magic weapon will be far away.

The owner of the magic weapon will experience palpitations.

Wu Changfeng had actually forgotten all this before.

Wait until he remembers.

It's too late.

When spitting blood.

He already knew that his natal magic weapon, the sword, had been destroyed by Qin Lang.

If he was still at the Dan Palace realm, he wouldn't have been injured so seriously.

The higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the more powerful his natal magic weapon will be.

The link between the two is closer.

The more damaged the natal magic weapon is, the more serious the cultivator's injuries will be.

The Gale Sword, which was popular at that time, was destroyed by Qin Lang.

Although Fengshang was injured, he was far from dying.

Unlike Wu Changfeng today.

After surviving the heavenly tribulation, he had reached the extraordinary level.

The connection with the natal magic weapon is closer.

So, the moment the natal magic weapon was destroyed.

Wu Changfeng was bleeding from all his orifices and was on the verge of death.

If Wu Changfeng still had the strength to speak.

He wanted to scold himself.

What bad intentions does Junior Master have?

He is my junior uncle.

His cultivation reached the sky.

If you want to kill him, just blow on him.

Why bother using your own magic weapon? It's a waste of time.

Wu Changfeng thought it through.

If he had not treated his natal magic weapon as an ordinary magic flying sword and given it to Qin Lang.

Such a tragedy would not have happened.

Qin Lang didn't know that it was his natal magic weapon.

It must have been discovered that it could not be refined.

He forced a breakthrough and directly destroyed his life-saving magic weapon.

"Elder Wu, what's wrong with you!"

Song Zhao's voice rang out.

Wu Changfeng was delighted.

There is salvation, there is salvation!

Hurry up, Elder Song, give me some healing pills.

Song Zhao ran to Wu Changfeng with a look of surprise.

He was originally a law enforcement elder, because the sixth elder who was in charge of the mission hall was killed.

He usually stays in the Mission Hall.

This time, I came to the Locking Immortal Palace because of something.

Unexpectedly, I saw Wu Changfeng lying on the ground with blood coming out of all his orifices.

"Elder Wu, who attacked you? Why are you lying on the ground with blood coming out of all your orifices? Are you okay?"

Song Zhao asked Wu Changfeng, who was lying on the ground, three questions in a row.

But Wu Changfeng couldn't utter a single word.

He really doesn't have the energy to cry even though he wants to.

Song Zhao! Fuck you! Don’t ask me anymore.

Feed me the medicine first!

Do you want to see me die so that you can inherit that last sip of wine?

Wu Changfeng, who was unable to speak, could only stare at Song Zhao with his eyes.

Use your eyes to tell Song Zhao to feed him the medicine quickly.

However, Song Zhao did not understand the deeper meaning.

"That's not right. The Immortal Locking Gate is much safer now than before. You know the specific reason, but it's not convenient to tell. So, Elder Wu, stop pretending and get up."

He thought Wu Changfeng was joking with him.

I thought to myself, I didn't expect that Elder Wu, who is usually very strict, actually has such a childlike side.

However, Song Zhao gradually discovered that something seemed wrong.

Because Wu Changfeng had been staring at him.

There was murderous intent in that look.

"Fuck! Elder Wu, you are not really seriously injured!"

Song Zhao reacted and was shocked.

He hurriedly took out the pill and fed it into Wu Changfeng's mouth.

Wu Changfeng swallowed the pill.

The injury has improved a little.

Although unable to stand.

But at least, it can move.

He quickly took out the wine gourd.

Squeeze a drop of wine into your mouth.

The rich immortal spirit instantly filled Wu Changfeng's body.

His injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huh, I'm glad Elder Wu is not dead."

Song Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

When he confirmed that Wu Changfeng was seriously injured, he was terrified.

"Do you really want me to die?"

Wu Changfeng said with a cold face.

Qin Lang’s fruit wine is not a healing elixir.

But the rich fairy spirit is enough to heal Wu Changfeng's injuries.

Song Zhao smiled awkwardly.

"Elder Wu, what are you talking about? We are all from the same sect. How could I possibly wish for your death?"

He thought that he had thought Wu Changfeng was joking and did not feed him the medicine immediately.

I know that Wu Changfeng feels a little resentful.

It would be the same if it were him.

"Elder Wu, what happened to your injury?"

Song Zhao quickly changed the subject and stopped Wu Changfeng from pursuing the matter further.

Wu Changfeng gave Song Zhao a blank look.

We have been in the same school for decades.

How could he not know what Song Zhao was thinking.

"I fell down."

Wu Changfeng said indifferently.

He would never tell Song Zhao the truth.

He foolishly gave his life's magic weapon to his junior uncle as a low-grade magic weapon.

Then the junior master accidentally destroyed his life-saving magic weapon.

He was accidentally injured?

Are you kidding! Only an idiot would tell you that!

I'm telling you, you will definitely tell Fengshang and the others, and then they will laugh at me.

Song Zhao obviously didn't believe what Wu Changfeng said.

Wrestling? I don't believe it!

"Elder Wu, are you kidding me? You are at the first level of Transcendental, how can you fall? Besides, even if you fell, you would be bruised and battered. Why did you, Elder Wu, bleed from all seven orifices?"

Song Zhao's gossip soul was burning fiercely.

This is Elder Wu’s gossip!

When the time comes, I will definitely follow Elder Feng and share with them.

Wu Changfeng rolled his eyes at Song Zhao.

Damn it!

You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic.

"Just tell me what you want to do!"

Wu Changfeng said unhappily.

He didn't want to waste time talking to Song Zhao anymore.

The blood stains on his body made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he planned to wash it thoroughly.

Song Zhao felt a little bored.

But I thought that I came here for something important.

"Core disciples Ye Wuyi and Shi Lan, along with inner disciple Nalan Yanran, accepted the mission."

Song Zhao said with a serious expression.

Seeing Song Zhao's expression, how could Wu Changfeng not know which mission it was.

"Do you want them to die? Wasn't that mission canceled long ago?"

Wu Changfeng roared.

That task is taboo!

Absolutely not answer!