"Sign in."

Qin Lang muttered to himself.

"Ding, you have successfully signed in to the Sword Tempering Valley. Reward: ten bottles of Immortal Yuan Pills."

Another Xianyuan Pill?

What's going on?

The sect competition is coming soon!

Could you give me something useful?

"Wangcai, your breakfast."

After walking out of the sword pavilion, Qin Lang casually threw three Xianyuan Pills to them.

He ignored the Demon Lord July and walked straight out of the valley.

Looking at the anxious Wu Changfeng, Qin Lang was a little confused.

"Nephew Wu, what's the big deal this early in the morning?"

He yawned and asked in confusion.

Wu Changfeng looked very anxious.

"Uncle Junior Master, the venue for the sect competition has been decided to be our Locking Immortal Sect!"

He said in grief.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked very depressed.

Qin Lang was puzzled.

It is a good thing that the sect competition will be held in the Suoxian Sect.

Why is Junior Brother Wu so heartbroken?

In the past, countries that were able to host the Olympic Games were all proof of their strong strength.

When Qin Lang's country successfully bid for the Olympic Games for the first time, the whole country cheered.

Why is Junior Brother Wu so depressed when such a great thing happened to the Suoxian Sect?

"It's a good thing that the sect competition is being held in the Suoxian Sect. Why does Junior Brother Wu look like that?"

Qin Lang asked.

Wu Changfeng was in tears.

Junior Master, you are really a full man who doesn’t know the hunger of a hungry man.

"This kind of event might be a good thing for other sects, but it would be difficult for us to handle it if it happened to our Suoxian Sect!"

Wu Changfeng said bitterly.

Yes, although Junior Uncle is very capable and has a high seniority.

But he is only eighteen after all.

It’s normal not to understand many things.

"Since it's difficult to do, then let's not do it and let other sects do it."

Qin Lang twisted his neck and said easily.

What's wrong with this?

If it’s difficult to do, just let someone else do it.

What can I do?

Junior Master, you make it sound so easy... Wu Changfeng was helpless.

"Uncle Junior Master, the sect competition is held at the Immortal Locking Sect. This is the order of the Lingyun Pavilion and we cannot disobey it."

Wu Changfeng is still confused.

I received a message from Lingyun Pavilion early in the morning.

Now, when he thinks back on it carefully, it feels like a dream.

What virtue and ability does a third-rank sect have to lock the gate to immortality?

Can the Yunzhou Sect Competition be held?

How could the Suoxianmen be qualified to host such a grand ceremony?

Is Lingyun Pavilion crazy?

"It's Lingyun Pavilion again!"

Qin Lang was very angry.

This Lingyun Pavilion must be thinking about the treasure left behind by its founder Ye Wuque!

Previously denied their affiliation requests.

They must be holding a grudge.

So this time he deliberately embarrassed the Suoxian Sect.

Damn it!

Don’t you want the Suoxian Sect to lose face?

I'm just standing here and trying to save my face!

"Since Lingyun Pavilion is deliberately looking for trouble, we can't be afraid of it. It's just a sect competition, right? We will host it if we want. Are we afraid of Lingyun Pavilion?"

Qin Lang said confidently.

In broad daylight, the world is clear and bright.

There are so many immortal sects watching.

He just didn't believe that Lingyun Pavilion would dare to do anything out of line to Suoxianmen.

This kind of top-level sect cares most about face.

You have to be polite in front of other sects.

Moreover, after the incident, they could only use some shady tricks at most, and did not dare to launch a large-scale attack on the Locking Immortal Gate.

A man relies on his face, and a tree relies on its bark.

The Locking Immortal Sect is so weak.

They had no excuse at all.

Wu Changfeng's eyes lit up.

As expected, you are Junior Master-Uncle.

He didn't even take the spirit stones needed to hold the sect competition into consideration.

"Junior Master, I feel relieved when you say that!" Wu Changfeng felt relieved and he stretched out his hand towards Qin Lang.

"Um?"

Qin Lang was puzzled.

What does it mean?

"Spiritual stones, Junior Master." Wu Changfeng said hurriedly, "Time is tight. Since we have to do it, we have to do it in a grand manner. Although the Suoxian Gate occupies a large area, many parts have been in disrepair for many years. We need a large amount of spiritual stones to renovate and repair it."

Spiritual stone...Qin Lang suddenly realized.

Damn!

I almost forgot.

Such a big thing requires money!

In Qin Lang's previous life, the country where the Olympics were held caused an economic crisis!

How could I forget this!

But Qin Lang didn't understand.

Junior Brother Wu wants spirit stones, why is he looking for him?

"Didn't I give you several million before?" Qin Lang asked Wu Changfeng.

Wu Changfeng suddenly looked embarrassed.

"You've already spent all your millions..."

He felt a little embarrassed.

It is actually the Taihua Spirit Stone that maintains the Locking Immortal Gate.

The Guangsuo Xianmen has thousands of disciples, and the resources they need for daily practice are enormous.

Qin Lang’s eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

Millions!

It’s only been a few days!

Spent it all?

Is it so expensive to maintain a sect?

What the hell is this!

No more, no more!

The Locking Immortal Sect can be disbanded.

Of course, Qin Lang was just talking.

The Locking Immortal Gate is the hard work of my cheap senior brother.

Besides, he also has a mission.

Need to rise up the Locking Immortal Gate.

"How many spirit stones do you need?" Qin Lang threw a storage ring to Wu Changfeng, "There are still five million in here. If it's not enough, I'll find another way!"

Qin Lang is heartbroken!

The ten million that I finally got.

He didn't spend much.

Just like that it was confiscated.

Ten million! That's ten million!

In my previous life, the first prize in the lottery was not even worth 10 million!

Qin Lang's heart was bleeding.

Junior Master-Uncle is indeed rich... Wu Changfeng was delighted.

It seems that tens of millions of spirit stones are nothing to Junior Master.

To hold this sect competition.

Twenty million low-grade spirit stones are enough.

But my junior uncle is so rich.

It’s better to ask for more.

The disciples’ daily resources are spent on burning spirit stones.

There are also many facilities and buildings in the sect that need to be renovated.

All of this costs money.

In addition, after the sect competition of Suoxianmen, it is very likely that it will become a second-grade sect.

A second-rank sect would definitely need to purchase a batch of new magical instruments.

Another huge expense.

Why not ask Junior Master-Uncle for all of them now, all at once?

Just ask for 1 billion low-grade spirit stones?

This way, the Locking Immortal Sect won’t have to worry about spirit stones for the next ten years.

That’s it!

"Uncle Master, this is not enough! If we want to hold the sect competition with great fanfare, we will need at least 1 billion low-grade spirit stones."

Wu Changfeng said without blushing or beating his heart.

Ten, ten, a billion... Thousands of horses are galloping in Qin Lang's heart.

One billion?

This is too much!

Do you think this is the essence of a man?

Do you always use units in the billions?

This is a fucking spiritual stone!

To exchange one billion low-grade spirit stones for medium-grade spirit stones, one would need ten million, and to exchange them for high-grade spirit stones, one would need one hundred thousand.

Where did he get so much?

Ten kidneys cannot be sold for so many spirit stones.

“Is one billion too much?”

Qin Lang's face was a little stiff.

Even if I sell him this, he still can't get it out.

Wu Changfeng blinked.

As expected, you are Junior Master-Uncle.

Ordinary people would be terrified when they heard about ten billion low-grade spirit stones.

Junior Master's expression just became a little stiff.

It seems that ten billion is no problem for Junior Master, he just feels a little bit distressed.

Junior Master-Uncle, Junior Master-Uncle, you can’t do this.

It is our duty to restore the glory of Locking Immortal Sect.

You can't be a miser.

It's just some spirit stones. Wouldn't it be great if you use them to build the Locking Immortal Gate?

Qin Lang had no idea what Wu Changfeng was thinking.

If he knew, he would definitely cry and tell Wu Changfeng.

No fragrance, not at all.

Stinky!

“Can you have less?”

Qin Lang asked tentatively.

If he had less, he could sell his kidney. If he didn’t have enough, he would drag July into it as well.

The kidneys of a master in the Juxi Realm must be very valuable.

No, his kidneys may not be worth much.

After all, he is a fast boy...

what to do!

It's so difficult! Who will save me?

I really don’t want to be a junior master!

Whoever wants to be it, can be it!