That mission existed when the old sect leader was still alive.

You need to kill a snake demon at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Later, the old sect leader passed away.

The snake demon also advanced to the Dan Palace realm.

Among the many disciples of Suoxianmen, no one is his match.

The new leader originally wanted to take action himself.

However, he received a warning from the top demon sect outside Yunzhou, the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave.

So this task was left unfinished.

Also removed from the task list in the Mission Hall.

"Elder Wu, this is not my fault. I am the law enforcement elder. I am not familiar with the affairs of the Mission Hall. I just found out that they accepted this mission. Didn't I come to tell you right away?"

Song Zhao said with a bitter look on his face.

Ye Wuyi, Shi Lan and Nalan Yanran.

The three of them are the seeded players participating in this sect competition.

What if something unexpected happened to them during this mission?

The Suoxian Sect will lose the opportunity to remain a third-grade sect.

Song Zhao will also become the sinner of Locking Immortal Sect.

"No need to say more, let's go and find them back!"

Wu Changfeng did not dare to hesitate.

The three of them carry the hope of Locking Immortal Sect!

Song Zhao looked a little ugly.

"Elder Wu, the Ten Thousand Snake Cave has said that if we go there..."

He was afraid that the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave would cause trouble for the Locking Immortal Sect.

Wu Changfeng fell silent.

Ye Wuyi and the other three were definitely no match for that snake demon.

Ten years ago, the snake demon was promoted to Dan Palace.

Although the monsters practice slowly.

But ten years later, even if the snake demon had poor talent, its cultivation level was more than just the Dan Palace level.

Maybe he could be protected by the Ten Thousand Snake Cave.

Can talent really be bad?

If only Ye Wuyi and the others went, then it would be easy.

After all, they are all disciples.

But if they were to go as elders of the Locking Immortal Sect.

Even if Ye Wuyi and the others were killed.

I'm afraid that the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave will also use the excuse that the Suoxian Sect is bullying the weak and take action against it.

"I will go and ask Junior Master Uncle for help. Perhaps only Junior Master Uncle can withstand the pressure from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave."

Wu Changfeng said cautiously.

Song Zhao nodded.

His thoughts were exactly the same as Wu Changfeng's.

Otherwise, as a person of the first level of transcendence, he would have already taken action himself.

…

Sword Tempering Valley.

Qin Lang stared at Wangcai curiously.

He always felt that the big yellow dog he saw in Guanlan City seemed to be Wangcai.

Whether it's the hair or the body shape, it's the same.

Wangcai felt uneasy when Qin Lang stared at him.

He buried his head on the ground, pretending to be fast asleep.

The Demon Lord July couldn't help but worry for his master.

"Master uncle, you must have worked hard on your return from your trip. I'll go get you a glass of water."

He tried to change the subject.

"No."

Qin Lang shook his head.

He looked at the Demon Lord July and asked:

"Wangcai has been sleeping in the valley? He didn't go out?"

Demon Lord July felt a tightness in his heart.

“No…no.”

If my uncle-master knew that I let Wangcai leave the valley, I would probably be punished by him.

No, it must be kept secret.

It should just be like...Qin Lang had no doubts.

He walked to the forging table, took out some ore, and prepared to forge a sword.

After all, the sword Wu Changfeng gave him was just a toy.

The operation of using firewood to make fire made the July Demon Lord next to him doubt his life.

He thought Qin Lang was just a novice in refining equipment.

After all, where can you find a weapon refiner who uses dry firewood to make a fire?

But when Qin Lang started refining.

Demon Lord July was shocked.

My uncle-master's technique and hammering are so amazing, even though I don't know anything about refining equipment!

This sword looks so strange...

In the shock and confusion of Demon Lord July.

Qin Lang didn't spend a long time.

Because in the Equipment Refining Hall, he had experience in repairing the Perfect Sword.

Just a moment.

A jet-black sword with black light flowing through it appeared on the forging table.

The entangled sword body carried a sharp chill.

This... Demon Lord July didn't know what to say.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

Refining a semi-immortal sword?

Semi-immortal weapon! This is a semi-immortal weapon!

Uncle Master, how did you do it?

Qin Lang was seen holding the hilt of the sword, looking very satisfied.

It turns out that only what you make with your own hands is the best.

Although it feels like there are some flaws.

But Qin Lang had no choice.

After all, he only had ore of the middle third grade.

I guess this sword should be a lower-grade magical weapon, right?

"Try playing it?"

Qin Lang's eyes lit up.

With a "ding" sound, a crisp sound was heard.

The sword trembled slightly, as if it was in pain.

But Qin Lang was very satisfied.

"From now on, you will be called the Demon Sword Apophis! For short, Xiao Sisi."

Qin Lang looked at the black sword in his hand and said with a smile.

The magic sword Apophis?

Isn’t this a semi-immortal sword?

There is no demonic energy in itself.

Why is he called the Demon Sword?

"Uncle Junior Master, Changfeng wants to see you for something."

Outside the Sword Tempering Valley, Wu Changfeng's voice was heard.

Hmm? Did Junior Brother Wu want to take back the toy sword... Qin Lang thought.

Having Xiao Sisi is enough for the time being.

Wait until later and practice your sword skills.

He casually threw the magic sword Apophis into the storage space.

Qin Lang arrived at the entrance of the valley.

"Junior Brother Wu, I accidentally broke the sword you gave me. I'm returning it to you."

Taking out the long sword that was broken into two pieces, Qin Lang handed it to Wu Changfeng.

Wu Changfeng looked at his own natal magic weapon and felt heartbroken.

That is a top-grade magical weapon!

There are not many even mid-grade magical weapons in the entire Locking Immortal Sect.

Now there are no spare mid-grade magical weapons.

His top-grade magic weapon was destroyed by Qin Lang.

How can I not feel sad?

This means.

He could only use low-grade magic weapons to deal with it first.

The gap between low-grade and high-grade magic weapons is not small.

"Thank you, Junior Master..."

Wu Changfeng took back the broken sword with tears in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Wu, I just refined a sword. Can I show it to you?"

Qin Lang said with some pride.

This is his first work.

You have to show it anyway.

at this time,

In Qin Lang’s storage space.

The demon sword Apophis was crying loudly.

“It hurts! It hurts so much!”

He had just been forged by Qin Lang.

Just wanted to release his sword energy and show its power.

But he was directly grabbed by Qin Lang.

Even bounced.

It almost broke him.

"Don't be sad, boy, at least you are still intact."

A bench came up to him and said.

The magic sword was suspicious.

What the hell?

You dare to talk to me on the bench?

Are you worthy?

I, Xiao Sisi, am a semi-immortal weapon forged by my master!

Who do you think you are?

But when he looked at the bench.

He was so frightened that his sword broke.

What the hell, is this bench a magical weapon?

Oh shit!

Which weirdo made this?

Even if you don't make a sword, you should at least make a knife, right?

Are you crazy if you practice sitting on the bench?

Hitting someone on the head with a bench?

Although he complained about the maker of the bench in his heart, he didn't dare say it in front of the bench.

"Stool, Brother Stool, what do you mean?"

In front of the bench, the magic sword instantly turned into a lackey.

Who made the bench an immortal weapon? He is only a semi-immortal weapon?

"Look there."

The recliner appeared next to the magic sword and said.

The Demon Sword was somewhat displeased.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Can’t you see me talking to Brother Deng?

My stool is a magical device, and you are just a reclining chair...

etc!

Oh shit!

How the hell are you also a magic weapon?

"Chair brother."

Mo Jian respectfully called him brother.

Look in the direction of the recliner armrest.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but it's scary when you do.

Among the many immortal weapons, there are two top-grade spiritual weapons that depend on each other.

The sword was broken into two pieces.

The magic sword couldn't help but laugh.

"Dude, you're really miserable! No way? A top-grade spiritual weapon is so rubbish? It can even break into two pieces?"

He mocked Wuque Sword wantonly.

Pu Shan patted the Wuque sword with heartache.

At the same time, he looked at the magic sword with pity and said:

"I hope you're still alive next time I see you."