Chapter 135 - When Uncle Master Become Master After 22

Qin Lang’s wrist was caught, his delicate brows were wrinkled, and he turned to look at the man. It was Yun Hua, an unsurprising answer.

“Yun Jue, a disciple has died.” Yun Hua had a heavy face.

It has only been half a minute since they entered the misty forest. If someone falls into an illusion, a phantom, it may only be a few seconds for those outside, but a long time may have passed for those in the illusion.

Both Qin Lang and Yun Hua could use their spiritual qi to form a layer of protection in time, so they were not affected. Therefore, there is no need for them to be together for fear that the other person will be lost in this situation.

So Qin Lang calmly pulled out his hand and said to Yun Hua, “You and I should look for them separately.”

Yun Hua fell in love with the delicate touch in his hand. He wanted to hold it again, but Qin Lang had already turned around and walked towards the depths of the mist.

Seeing that figure fade away, Yun Hua’s face sinks like water.

Lang Qianxing also came to the secret realm in his previous life, and it was also the same time as now. At that time, he was still Yun Hua’s disciple. The quota in Yun Hua’s hand was given to a senior brother. Because it was Yun Hua and Yun Jue who would take them into the secret realm, Lang Qianxing did his best in the xuyang ceremony. He wanted to go with master too much, it had nothing to do with the treasures in the secret realm.

Lang Qianxing had only just entered the sect at that time. Although his aptitude was good, he was not at the stage of being able to participate in the xuyang ceremony. What happened in the end? Oh, it was he who begged master to give him the opportunity to participate in the xuyang ceremony. His master saw that he was so persistent and could not bear to disappoint him, so he agreed ‘with a soft heart’.

As for later, he nearly lost his life in the xuyang ceremony, then he returned to Baiyun Peak with a sigh of relief.

Lang Qianxing looked at Tianyun Sect surrounded by the immortal mist, he knew that he had fallen into an illusion. When Lang Qianxing in the illusion fell on the cold ground, there was still a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. However, Yun Hua, who had come down from his seat in shock and wanted to support him, stopped then he closed his eyes.

Lang Qianxing watched this scene quietly and smiled sarcastically. Yesterday’s past, and now, except to make him understand the stupidity of his past, nothing can provoke him. He hated his stupidity, but he was glad that he was so stupid at the time, otherwise how could he live again and come to Qin Lang’s side?

The scene in front of him was constantly changing, and it focused on the things that Lang Qianxing hated the most before.

Lang Qianxing has been standing in the same place, neither angry nor resentful, indifferent like an indifferent bystander.

Until he heard Qin Lang’s voice.

“Qianxing?” It’s a bit far, he doesn’t know if it’s real or not.

However, Lang Qianxing still turned his head, but what came towards him was a shadow full of dark demonic energy. His pupils shrank, and he quickly held the Chiyang sword in front of him.

However, the shadow is like the mist, and when it rushes over, it looks aggressive but when it touches the Chiyang sword, it dissipates and disappears without a trace.

Lang Qianxing didn’t care. He still stood there, not moving at all, waiting for the second attack from the illusion.

“Qianxing.” Sure enough, there was another voice behind him.

Lang Qianxing narrowed his eyes and turned around abruptly. ‘Clang—‘ The blades collided, making a noise.

Lang Qianxing looked into those clear eyes, he put away his sword and showed a smile: “Master.”

Qin Lang stood in front of him, swept him up and down, looked at his face again, and said, “Let’s go.”

Lang Qianxing took out the talisman and put it on himself. He followed Qin Lang closely and asked knowingly, “Is master worried about me?”

Qin Lang didn’t answer him.

He asked again: “How did master find me? Can master directly penetrate the illusion?”

Qin Lang paused in his footsteps, then took the initiative to reach back and held Lang Qianxing’s hand.

Lang Qianxing, who still wanted to continue teasing, choked and his heart skipped two beats. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was wrong, this person was not Qin Lang, but a phantom.

Qin Lang made another trick. He closed his eyes as if he was reciting a set of spells. When he opened his eyes again, he waved his sleeves and the surrounding Tianyun sect had disappeared. The two fell back into the fog, but some sounds could still be heard.

That was the sound of conversation and sobbing between the two disciples that Yun Hua rescued.

Seeing that Qin Lang came out with Lang Qianxing, the two disciples suddenly shrank their necks in fear.

Yun Hua on the side tried to comfort them: “Don’t panic, it was just an illusion…” But after seeing Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing holding hands, he forgot what to say next.

Qin Lang glanced at the two blood-stained disciples, and said nothing, as if he didn’t see Yun Hua’s dark eyes, as if he had forgotten that he was still pulling Lang Qianxing, and said calmly, “Senior brother, you stay here and I’ll find the rest of the disciples.”

Yun Hua didn’t say anything. Qin Lang acts as if he agrees and leaves with Lang Qianxing.

Qin Lang saves others very fast, it was almost every one or two minutes. Lang Qianxing curiously asked how long it took Qin Lang to find him. Lang Qianxing thought it was faster, but unexpectedly it took Qin Lang half an hour.

Lang Qianxing asked him why, but Qin Lang was silent again.

Will your concern be confusion after finding out? Qin Lang wasn’t sure if his husband could understand if he didn’t say anything.

In the end, two of the disciples died, and the corpses were collected by their senior brothers. The others, except for Lang Qianxing, who was unharmed, are more or less injured.

Qin Lang found a spiritual core and placed a barrier around it to prevent any further accidents and let everyone rest for a few days.

In fact, he also set up a barrier where they rested last time, but somehow the barrier disappeared so quietly. Qin Lang closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring the sight of the disciples exploring and vaguely complaining.

Those people clearly didn’t set up a barrier before complaining about Qin Lang. There is only Lang Qianxing in his heart that said to save the disciples. He could clearly save them as fast as possible but he came late. Of course, they know it’s because they’re not strong enough and it’s because of bad luck, though they all know this truth, they couldn’t help but be dissatisfied.

Lang Qianxing gave a mocking smile, “I saw my master set up a barrier that night in the misty forest, but for some reason the barrier was broken that he didn’t notice.”

His eyes circled around Yun Hua and then moved away, not wanting to be too obvious.

“What do you mean? Are you saying my master deliberately destroyed uncle master’s formation?” A young man suddenly stood up from the meditating crowd, with two flames in his eyes.

“Senior brother, don’t be anxious,” Lang Qianxing answered. “How could uncle master be the one who killed his fellow disciples? I just wanted to ask whether uncle master noticed anything unusual.”

The young man pouted and sat down sadly. His heart says, if you have something to ask directly, then why imply that?

After a disciple died, Yun Hua was no longer carefree. At this moment, there was no smile on his face. He frowned and thought about it carefully, then shook his head: “No.”

“That’s weird…” Lang Qianxing touched his chin and seemed to mutter to himself, “How could my master’s barrier disappear without a sound?”

The expressions of the others also became solemn, Lang Qianxing’s words were still credible. How could the two daozun be so careless that they didn’t set a barrier when everyone was resting? And no matter who set it, why would there be no movement when the barrier was broken? Of course, if they understand the key points of the formation from Tianyun sect, then it would be silent.

But in their group, Yun Hua and Qin Lang were the only ones who could do it, but the relationship between those two disciple brothers has lasted for thousands of years, Yun Hua and Yun Jue were together…How could it be possible to break the barrier?

Could it be that in this secret realm, there is someone more powerful than daozun Yun Jue? What kind of existence is a person who can silently break daozun Yun Jue’s formation? The disciples were worried about their future situation.

Fortunately, several days passed, and they were not attacked.

The spiritual core is good for restoring vitality. After using it for a few days, the group of people not only recovered as before, but their cultivation was also more refined than before.

In order to find a better opportunity, the group walked towards the depths of the invisible border again.

They encountered some ferocious spirit beasts on the way, but thanks to the previous supplements, Yun Hua and Qin Lang did not need to take action. The disciples took action to stop them. It was just that the inner core was not easy to distribute. The disciples’ brothers/sisters who were close to each other also began to have gaps in their hearts.

It took more than half a month for Qin Lang to finally reach the point on the map given by the system.

There is a whirlpool here, as long as it is involved, 70% chance they will be sliced into pieces, 10% their souls will be split, 10% they will fall into the abyss, and the last 10% is they will survive.

The whirlpool was in the middle of the gully, as if it was stuck in the deep gully and could not get out, which relieved the disciples who had experienced many dangers along the way.

The gully is deep and long, it is difficult to approach, and it is impossible to leap over it, so they can only take a detour. However, it wasn’t known how long the gully is so the group walked along the gully for more than an hour without seeing the end.

At night, the whirlpool wind in the gully was loud. Even though Qin Lang and others were separated by a long distance, the wind sound still seemed to be close to their ears.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed. Qin Lang opened his eyes, holding the Cangshuang sword in his hand, he looked around.

Qin Lang pretended to walk around, then pretended to be enchanting by the shadow. After a while, he stopped and rushed back.

Sure enough, on the edge of the gully, Yun Hua and Lang Qianxing had already fought. The disciples were also full of resentment, wishing they could kill Lang Qianxing.

Seeing Qin Lang coming back, all of them widened their mouths and eyes, their faces full of surprise.

Qin Lang hurriedly glanced at the place where they rested. He found that he was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, a carbon copy of him.

Qin Lang remained calm and flew towards Lang Qianxing.

When the two saw Qin Lang, they were stunned for a moment. They both took their swords. Seemingly wanting to figure out what was going on, they looked towards Qin Lang, but unexpectedly, the wind formed by the whirlpool suddenly burst into a violent storm.

Lang Qianxing, who had stepped into its range, was swept away by the wind without knowing it. He was suddenly swept in by the wind like a leaf without resistance.

Qin Lang rushed into the whirlpool with one step. His speed was like a sword, breaking the wind blade in the whirlpool, reaching Lang Qianxing’s side. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Lang Qianxing’s sash.

“Master…” Lang Qianxing murmured, as if he had something to say, but also as if he was acting like a spoiled child, blaming Qin Lang for leaving suddenly without telling him.