For Lang Qianxing, the previous life was no longer important. If there was anything, he probably would have to thank Yunhua.

If it wasn't for him sending the Tianjing Stone into his hands, he wouldn't have the chance to come to Qin Lang's side, approaching him step by step, provoking him again and again, until he now has it.

Qin Lang sat quietly on the stone, and Lang Qianxing was fixing his hair. Lang Qianxing used to do this before, but now, his identity is not just his apprentice.

He was going back to the Tianyun Sect, and he held a Dao-ending ceremony with Lang Qianxing in an upright manner. He didn't like to be lively, but such a big event should still be hosted by his senior brother. Under the witness of Tiandao, he formed a contract with Lang Qianxing in front of the great hall of his master Qiu Xuan.

Qin Lang did not elaborate, but Lang Qianxing, who had a tacit understanding with him, quickly understood.

He originally thought that it would be good enough to live in the abyss with Qin Lang, but he didn't find more that Qin Lang wanted to give him. Probably because the ending in his last life was too tragic, so in this life he only compensated him for Qin Lang.

The long black hair was fixed by the white transparent hosta, and Lang Qianxing casually hooked a strand of blue silk, feeling the soft feeling of the hair slowly sliding down between his fingers.

Then the hand grabbed half of Qin Lang's shoulder, and the owner of the hand leaned over and put a thin kiss on Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he did not speak quietly. It was Ah Yin Beast who jumped on Qin Lang's lap, and he didn't let his ears turn red again unknowingly.

Lang Qianxing looked at this little monster, his dissatisfied expression did not restrain at all, "Master, do we really want to bring this thing back? Uncle and the others will find out, right? It will be bad to involve Master at that time. ."

The little monster couldn't forget the sullen look in its owner's eyes that wanted to kill it, and hurriedly shivered and burrowed into Qin Lang's arms again.

Qin Lang touched the fluffy back of the little monster, "It doesn't have its real body, so no one can recognize it. The camouflage of Ayin beast is very strong. Besides, only it can take us out."

The secret realms of Zhongtianjing are very mysterious. The same place, opened at different time periods, generally will not be the same secret realm.

A cultivator with powerful abilities can create a cave, which is equivalent to a world in which countless treasures of the master are placed. However, how can such a treasure cave owner open it up to others generously?

Therefore, the secret realm is mostly the residue of the accidental death of the great powers and the failure of the tribulation.

And what Qin Lang and the others entered this time was the secret realm of the previous Demon King, which was Lang Qianxing's father's tomb.

There are only a few male protagonists who come and go in this fantasy text. Although the original text did not mention it in detail, Qin Lang could also guess it. However, Qin Lang felt that there was no need to tell Lang Qianxing who his father was. Even if he did, he probably didn't have the idea of ​​wanting to dominate the world in the original text, and only added a little more worry about whether he would mind him Only the blood of the demon race.

Ah Yin Beast was very comfortable being rubbed by Qin Lang. Hearing Qin Lang's words, he quickly meowed twice, purring to express that he was pollution-free, pollution-free, and completely pure.

Lang Qianxing glanced and saw that Qin Lang really didn't hate Ayin Beast, and he was relieved for two points, and he would no longer worry about whether Qin Lang would despise him because of his bloodline.

Master can do so much for him, how can he dislike it?

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Lang said, "It's just that you have to pay attention. The demonization of the past few days..." He paused, and the cat in his hand moved faster, obviously concealing how he interrupted Lang. With a shy expression in the process of Qianxing's demonization, "In short, be careful in the future, and don't be fooled by your wild thoughts."

Lang Qianxing raised his brows, his thin lips were close to Qin Lang's ears, and his breath was sprayed on Qin Lang's ears, making Qin Lang numb for a while.

"Then if I'm thinking wildly, can Master use this method to relieve Qianxing again?" His tone was half frivolous and half serious, and the evil smile was already like a devil.

"Nonsense!" Qin Lang's neck and ears were itchy. He couldn't stand this kind of teasing. He hurriedly got off the boulder, put the little monster on the ground, and coughed lightly, "Let's go."

Lang Qianxing said "yes" with a smile, jumped down and held Qin Lang's hand in his hand, clasping his fingers together to prevent him from letting go. Then he raised his chin and let the little monster lead the way.

When he came down from the whirlpool, he was in a lifetime of death, but the way up was so calm that there was no trace of danger. A Yin beast turned into its original body and became the mount for the two of them, leading them to wind up through various strange caves in the abyss stone wall.

It took half a day to reach the ground.

The top of the abyss still looks like a spiritual mountain and beautiful water. Looking at the green and clear area, the air is full of the fresh fragrance of the mountains and forests, and there is a strong spiritual energy all around.

Ah Yin Beast has shrunk into a kitten again. Qin Lang looked at it, took out the signal bomb and released it into the sky. In the blank sky, with the sound of the signal, a cloud of colorful colored glass exploded.

Looking at the cloud, Qin Lang has to say that the color is a bit coquettish, and he doesn't know which design it is.

This cloud can exist for several hours, and Qin Lang is waiting for Yunhua to bring people to find them. During the boredom, he also gave the little monster a name, Mao Qiu. Lang Qianxing originally wanted to call it a little monster simply and rudely, but seeing Qin Lang's disapproval, he just randomly picked one up.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't dislike it, and rubbed Qin Lang's leg flatteringly.

Qin Lang was very relieved, the cub was really bright, and at a glance, he knew who had the final say in this family.

"Yun Jue!" Yun Hua came out of the forest with a group of disciples. He walked in the front alone, and it could be seen that he was in a hurry. Dao Zun Yun Hua, who was always handsome and suave, had a tape on his head. Two leaves.

Qin Lang nodded at him lightly: "Senior brother."

Lang Qianxing bowed his hands with a smile without a smile: "Master."

Yun Hua's original joy was also softened by Lang Qianxing's voice, and the thought of wanting to hug Yun Jue by reunion had to be extinguished.

"I knew you would be fine." Yun Hua saw Qin Lang looking good, and the eagerness on his face slowly turned into a smile, which perfectly concealed the disappointment and jealousy in his eyes.

Although Soul Splitting Wind is terrifying, Yunhua knows that it is not a fatal danger to Qin Lang, but it is 100% to Lang Qianxing. If Qin Lang does not try his best to protect him, he will be wiped out. He was disappointed that Lang Qianxing could still appear in front of him alive; he was jealous that Lang Qianxing could be protected like Qin Lang.

Qin Lang: "What about the other disciples?"

As soon as Qin Lang finished speaking, he saw that the six disciples came out of the woods, and when they saw Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing, they were all filled with incredible and surprise.

"Little Master Uncle!"

"It's so nice of you to be back!"

During the month that Qin Lang was away, they lost a few more classmates. Under the leadership of Yunhua, they discovered that this was the secret realm of a Demon Venerable. Since it was left by the demons, there is no need to say more about the danger inside.

Now that the little uncle is back safely, of course they are happy. It's just that they didn't have a deep friendship with Lang Qianxing, and a few of them greeted Lang Qianxing. On the surface, they sighed that the junior brother had a great life, but they were not happy for Lang Qianxing's return, but they were envious of his good life. For him to rush into the vortex. If it was them, they would not be sure whether their master would come to save them.

How not to be jealous?

Qin Lang looked at the disciple who had lost half of it, his face tense, and he knew what was going on without asking.

Qin Lang has a cold temper. Even if he returns, how happy the disciples are, he doesn't say anything, and there is no expression on his face. The disciples didn't dare to ask him, so they went to talk to Lang Qianxing, wanting to know how he and Qin Lang fell into the abyss for a month, what happened, and how they got up in the end.

Lang Qianxing smiled and glanced at Yunhua who had been looking at his master. Just as he was about to speak, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The expressions of Yun Hua and Qin Lang changed at the same time.

"Wind! The wind is coming!" A disciple pointed at the soul-splitting wind whirlpool behind Qin Lang and shouted.

The place where Qin Lang and the others came up was not far from the abyss, and the ground suddenly began to collapse, and the vortex that had been "closed" in the cracks in the abyss attacked them.

"go!"

Mao Qiu's reaction was the fastest, and when everyone was still panicking, he rushed into Qin Lang's arms at a very fast speed. The fluffy things and Qin Lang's cold personality, everyone didn't have time to be surprised when the little things appeared, so they started to run away with their swords.

The ground collapsed, and a group of people swept their swords.

Qin Lang asked, "What's going on?"

Yunhua: "This is the secret realm of the Demon Clan Demon Venerable. I'm afraid it will be swallowed again. Fortunately, you are back. You and I work together, so it's not a big problem."

Qin Lang looked solemn and nodded. He looked around and designated a point: "Southeast, Kun position."

"Okay." Yunhua Yujian walked first, and drew another sword in his hand, and the blue light and shadow swiped fiercely towards the void.

Qin Lang followed closely, and the Cang Shuang Sword left a trail of afterimages in the void, and after a while, it was a formation floating in the air.

Qin Lang glanced at Lang Qianxing, and Lang Qianxing understood in almost a second that Chi Yangjian injected energy into the formation's eyes with pure and powerful fire spirit power.

The grand splendor of red light. The brothers and sisters secretly sighed that Lang Qianxing's cultivation had improved a lot, and they all entered the array with spiritual power together.

Finally, it was Qin Lang and Yun Hua, who refracted a dazzling beam of light from the center of the formation and shot at the sword mark first drawn by Yun Hua.

The clearly blank void slowly cracked a small black gap. Some of the disciples turned pale, their hands holding the sword trembled, and some beads of sweat dripped down their cheeks, soaking their inner lining. Getting closer.

The trees in the mountain forest were pulled up from the ground, licked by the wind, and turned into debris in an instant, and even the hard and huge rocks could be broken into gravel in the blink of an eye.

When the disciples watched this battle, it was not difficult to imagine that their bodies were instantly torn to shreds by the wind, and the blood was flying.

Looking at the younger brother Lang Qianxing, whose cultivation base is lower than theirs, his expression remained the same, and his output of spiritual power did not show any tendency to weaken.

Seeing the hurricane getting closer and closer, everyone's clothes were being blown by the wind. The sand that blew in the wind and obstructed the sight was clearly small, but it was a pain in the heart when it hit the body. The skin on the surface was scratched, bringing out small bloodstains.

Fortunately, the black slit finally widened. Qin Lang retracted his sword and waved his wide sleeves. Before a group of disciples could react, he put them in their sleeves and walked out of the secret realm with Lang Qianxing.

The eyes of the disciples went dark, and after a short period of blindness, their eyes lit up again, and they were already sitting in the Tianquan Waterfall of the Tianyun Sect.

"Are you okay?" Qin Lang's hand was still holding Lang Qianxing's wrist. He ignored the screaming disciples who suddenly fell into the cold water, and the first sentence he turned around was to ask Lang Qianxing.

"Something." Lang Qianxing approached seriously, took Qin Lang's hand and put it on his heart, and whispered, "The dance is so fast here, it will be good if the master touches it."

Qin Lang wanted to cover his face, but he struggled falsely, but failed to break free, so Lang Qianxing grabbed it.

After all, there is another life and death on the verge of death, and lovers have to do something to celebrate that each other is still there. If it weren't for Qin Lang's image and face, Lang Qianxing would probably have kissed directly, and then showed off another love campaign.

There was a stare fixed on Lang Qianxing's body. Lang Qianxing let go of Qin Lang's hand without a trace, and bowed his head to Qin Lang, looking extremely ashamed and annoyed: "Master, this disciple has overstepped."

Aw, all of a sudden.

Qin Lang's face was sinking like water, he looked away coldly, his thin lips pressed down, and he looked like he was holding back his anger. He didn't even look at Lang Qianxing, he threw his sleeves and left.

Lang Qianxing stood dejectedly in place for a long time before taking a step towards Qingyun Peak.

Yun Hua, who had been paying attention to the actions of the two, sneered and looked at Qing Yunfeng, who was shrouded in smoke, thinking.

Before Yun Feng could pick up Qin Lang and his party who had left the secret realm ahead of time, Qin Lang had already appeared in front of him.

Qin Lang's face was serious, he was about to speak, but found that Qin Lang had entered a secret voice transmission with him. It is clearly the face-to-face distance, so why is it necessary to be so redundant?

However, what Qin Lang said next, and Yun Hua who entered the hall with Qin Lang, Yun Feng understood.

One, Yunhua colluded with the demons; two, he was going to hold a ceremony with Lang Qianxing.

Both events almost made Yun Feng jump up from his head seat. Fortunately, after being in charge of the Tianyun Sect for many years, Yunfeng has long practiced to be blissful and calm.

The slightly wide eyes seemed to be just surprised why the two had left the secret realm earlier.

"What happened to the secret realm again?" Sure enough, Yun Feng looked at the two and asked.

"Yes..." Yunhua succinctly said what happened in the secret territory.

In the secret realm, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and for the disciples who lost their lives, they can only feel sorry for them as elders. However, the two secret realm accidents, Yun Feng still considers the next Xuyang ceremony to be stricter. Reduce the chance that the disciples are eager for quick success, lack of strength, and die in the secret realm.

Qin Lang waited for Yun Hua to report his work before he said coldly, "Senior brother, I want to retreat."

Yunhua immediately looked at him, wondering why he had changed his mind again. Earlier, he had clearly told the senior brother that he would not retreat for the time being. At that time, the senior brother told him that he was still happy, and he and his senior brother and sister expected to develop with him in the secret realm, and he would go further when he came back and did not retreat. As a result, why would it be closed again now?

Could it be because of that Lang Qianxing again? Yun Hua squinted slightly, but did not ask Qin Lang the reason.

Yun Feng paid attention to Yun Hua, didn't say much, just asked Qin Lang how long he was in retreat.

Qin Lang said an approximate deadline, and then returned directly to Qingyun Peak.

Qin Lang's face was unpleasant when he returned to Qing Yunfeng, his face was also very heavy, and he could see that he was angry. Bo Yizhong was confused.

Qin Lang gave the two of them some things they had collected in the secret realm. Without looking at Lang Qianxing, who had been waiting with his head lowered, he left the sentence "Retreat for the teacher recently, so you can cultivate yourself", and went to the back. peak.

Zhong Yi felt strange, and when he saw Lang Qianxing's face was also ugly, he could see it at a glance: "Qianxing, what's the matter, have you made Shizun angry?"

"Senior brother, I..." Lang Qianxing raised his head, hesitant to speak, and finally took out the few herbs he promised to find for Zhong Yi from the storage ring and stuffed them into Zhong Yi's hands.

Zhong Yi frowned and looked at Lang Qianxing, suddenly his face was strange for a moment, and then he watched Lang Qianxing walk away in despair.

Bo Yi looked blank, tugged at his senior brother's sleeve, and asked, "What's going on? Why do I feel that it's weird for junior junior brother and master to come back this time?"

Zhong Yi rubbed Boyi's head, swept across a certain place with his peripheral vision, and went back with Boyi in his arms, saying, "Nothing..."

When night fell, Qin Lang came out of the Lingquan, and the clear spring water slid into the water along his smooth skin, creating ripples after a circle. He only wore a very thin robe, and the water that was not completely wiped quickly soaked part of the robe, revealing the seductive scene inside.

Lingquan was very close to the cave where he retreated. The moment Qin Lang stepped into the cave with bare feet, he noticed a fiery gaze locked on him. He pursed his lips, couldn't help but slow down and looked towards the owner of the sight.

The candles flickered in the cave, the smell of wine and vegetables in the room, and someone's eyes with a deep smile.

Qin Lang sat calmly at the stone table, picked up his chopsticks, and tasted the food on the table gracefully. The dishes on this table are exactly the same as those that Lang Qianxing cooked for Qin Lang for the first time, but the taste is very different from before.

Lang Qianxing knelt at his feet, and all the way from Lingquan to the stone cave was paved with small round stones, no sand or dust. He lifted Qin Lang's feet into his hands, placing one on his knees, and he squeezed the other in his hands, massaging with moderate force.

The dishes on the plate seemed to attract Qin Lang so much that his ankle was lightly bitten, and he still ate it slowly, one bite at a time, as if he did not divert his attention.

It wasn't until someone's lips pressed against his thigh that he finally couldn't help putting down his chopsticks. Seeing that this person was going to continue, Qin Lang instinctively pushed and refused, but unfortunately he was not willing to use force, so he once again had to let the other party do whatever he wanted.

"Master, is today's food delicious?" After a long while, Lang Qianxing raised his head and asked Qin Lang, whose flushed face had not faded.

"Well..." Qin Lang's eyes were dodging, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

The man smiled brightly and continued: "Master's is also delicious."

"You, don't talk about it..." People who have always been indifferent, are now blushing at the corners of their brows and eyes, so pitiful and cute.

嘤嘤嘤, opened a yellow accent, and reported it.