My cultivation script went astray

"sure."

The old worshiper almost didn't laugh out loud. You said this yourself. I was afraid of being caught in the ring. If you choose to do it in private, you will bear the blame.

I helped you beat people up, but I never said I would help you bear the consequences.

At such a young age, you dare to bargain with me, and I will teach you a lesson today.

Chen Lang opened the panel and copied a list.

The old priest had a smile on his face, but as the list got longer and longer, the smile on his face disappeared.

"Boy, where are you copying the genealogy?"

You've almost finished copying the entire list of monks in Qingzhou City. What's the matter, do you want to fight with all the monks in the city?

"Oh, by the way, thank you for reminding me." Chen Lang remembered the long list of names on the Zhengdao Stone like a family tree, and copied it three feet more.

"enough!"

The old worshipper took back the brush and said, "That's enough. I'll let you become famous. I won't let you go on a killing spree. Just pick one."

"No, I'm going to fight ten."

"Two is the most."

"At least three, no more." Chen Lang asked, "Old man, are you not good at it? You are so cowardly."

The old priest held back his temper and said, "Just three, I have to consider the overall situation."

"Also, get rid of Su Qingchan, that belongs to my family."

"Deal." Chen Lang readily agreed.

He still felt regretful and thought about going through the entire list to see if he might be able to get an SSS rating.

The old worshipper was doubting himself. Is there something wrong with this negotiation?

After thinking about it for a long time, the old priest took out the wooden doll and said, "I can establish contact with you through this magic weapon. At that time, you can borrow my power. You can just attack whoever you want to deal with. However, there is a time limit. I will also Control the power.”

Now that the discussion was over, Lao Zongfeng made the same practice in place. He sat cross-legged on the ground, vacated the stone roller, put the puppet on it, put a bowl of unknown blood in front of him, put a stick of incense in the bowl, and made gestures, the incense It actually stood upright.

"Take a drop of blood from each of your fingers, toes, and limbs," the old priest ordered.

Chen Lang used his sword to cut each of his left and right hands and feet, took out a drop of blood, and placed it on the shining sword.

As the old worshipper hooked his finger, the blood droplets flew up and landed on the puppet's limbs.

"Take another drop from the heart and the tip of the tongue." The old worshiper added.

The tip of the tongue is easy to talk about, but this heart is asking me to dig out my heart?

Chen Lang asked, "I am a living person, how can I give you troubles?"

This made the old priest very surprised, "You kid, how did you get here? You don't even know this?"

Give yourself a slap in the face, what comes out from your heart is your heartache, hurry up and stop the ink stains! "

Chen Lang suddenly realized and followed the reminder to take out two more drops of blood. During the old worship room, he dripped them onto the puppet's chest and between its eyebrows.

As soon as the drop between his eyebrows fell, the puppet suddenly stood up.

"Calling the spirit!"

The old priest gave a low shout, and the puppet slowly floated up, while Chen Lang felt an inexplicable power injected into his body. The surrounding flowers and plants, the breeze, and the chirping of insects rushed to his face, and the whole world opened to him.

"Go ahead, you have three hours to pick out a few from your list and show them what you are capable of."

At the end, the old worshiper added, "It is forbidden to reveal my existence, otherwise I will kill you first. I am in the middle stage of foundation building. You pack up and leave quickly. Don't fight with those old guys, otherwise I will I can’t protect you.”

"know."

Chen Lang mobilized his powerful cultivation and left the threshing floor in an instant.

He originally thought of learning the Ling Yun steps first, but he didn't know whether the old priest could monitor him in his current state, so he had to give up.

Then, he took out the originally planned battle map and said, "Young men, grandpa is here to open Wushuang!"

…

Under the moonlight.

The boy is practicing sword practice.

He is thin in stature, but has a good temperament, and when he wields his sword, he displays a special Taoist charm.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

"Are you Chen Ping'an?"

The young man Chen Ping'an looked over and saw that it was another handsome man. With his current level of cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining, he didn't know when he appeared.

"I'm Chen Ping'an from the Chen family. I don't know who you are." He looked at this person as a stranger.

"You're not good at sword practice." Chen Lang said.

Chen Ping'an smiled, "I am indeed a bit unfamiliar. If my fellow Taoist has any skills, I would appreciate your advice."

"That's what you said."

Chen Lang rushed forward, raised his fist and smashed it.

Chen Ping'an was surprised. This man was too fast! As soon as he raised his sword to block, the hammer hit his chest, knocking him seven or eight feet away and causing him to vomit blood.

"you"

"I said you can't practice swordsmanship, so practice boxing with me." Chen Lang came to him again and knocked him over with a punch.

"Do you admit defeat?"

"I"

Chen Ping'an was stunned. This was not an instruction, it was here to kill him!

In an instant, countless faces appeared in Chen Pingan's mind.

who is it? Zhao family? Alchemist? Tianjian Sect? I heard that some people are very angry and will come down early to settle the relationship, but they won’t be so cruel. Could it be that a cousin in the family wants to depose me and then take over?

He couldn't figure it out.

Then he was punched three more times and half of his life was lost.

"I give up, I give up." Chen Pingan couldn't stand it anymore. No matter who it was, he had to make the other party stop first before he could find a chance to survive.

"good."

Chen Lang stopped immediately and opened the panel.

[Mission in progress: Show off your edge]

[Defeated Tianjiao: 1/3]

Satisfiedly, he closed the panel and took Chen Pingan's sword, "Your sword is good, lend it to me."

Then he kindly gave his sword to Chen Pingan in exchange, and then left.

Chen Pingan was completely numb. He left now? Don't you want to ask questions? Don't you want to talk about the purpose?

Who are you?

Chen Lang didn't stop at all and went straight to the next house. He stopped suddenly after more than ten miles.

"Oh no."

"I forgot to leave my name."

...

The second house he chose was the Zhao family, Zhao Wushuang.

I forgot the other party's cultivation and background. He chose him simply because of his name.

I'm invincible. You're called Zhao Wushuang. Who else should I brush if not you?

He took out the sword first, and the system immediately displayed:

[Seven Star Sword]

[First-class spiritual sword, made of ice black iron, indestructible, driven by divine thoughts to cut everything, and can also fly the sword. 】

"It's an unexpected gain."

When he arrived at the Zhao family, Chen Lang couldn't find the direction of the huge mansion, so he asked the Zhao family's servants to say that he wanted to see Master Zhao Wushuang. The servants didn't think much about it, thinking that it was Master Zhao's friend, and Master Zhao was there, so they called him over.

Then Chen Lang grabbed Zhao Wushuang by the collar and took him away on the flying sword.

The servants in the Zhao family's courtyard were dumbfounded, "Oh no! Master Zhao was kidnapped!"

Chen Lang took Zhao Wushuang and flew away. This was the request of the old worshiper. He wanted to catch him off guard and not let the masters of the Zhao family see him.

Zhao Wushuang, who was captured, listened to the whistling wind and trembled, "Who are you? No matter what grievances we have, can we talk about it first?"

"Think about it yourself."

Chen Lang added, "Oh, by the way, my name is Chen Lang, remember it."

I think about it myself?

Chen Lang?

Zhao Wushuang's mind turned quickly, "The scoundrel who kidnapped the eldest daughter of the Su family? We don't have any grudges, right? I'm not familiar with her."

"Who is the strongest among your group?" Chen Lang opened the panel and began to look for the next target.

The strongest? Is it related to this? Zhao Wushuang's mind was almost smoking, "You mean Ye Wenlong? Oh, and Han Tianxiao, what happened to them?"

He reflected on all the wrong things he had done in his life, but couldn't think of the reason. Big brother, can you remind me, what did I do wrong?

"Brother Chen, Master Chen, I was wrong, please let me go, I will kowtow to you."

As Zhao Wushuang struggled, Chen Lang simply let him go, and he immediately knelt on his knees and kowtowed several times.

Chen Lang was very disgusted, "Coward, far worse than that Chen, aren't you also in the first echelon?"

This generation of genius, is this virtue?

Hearing this reminder, Zhao Wushuang woke up, and he finally knew where he was wrong.

"I am guilty! I shouldn't have kept it a secret from everyone. Actually, I only have the second level of Qi Refining. My uncle got me some elixirs from the sect. My uncle bribed people, so I can enter the Tianjian Sect this year.

I shouldn't have used my reputation to cheat people, and I shouldn't have indulged in alcohol and sex. I will practice well in the future. Otherwise, I will give you this quota?"

Chen Lang's heart moved. He was not interested in this quota, and he didn't dare to take it, but he seemed to know a lot of secrets.

"Does the Tianjian Sect have a special recruitment channel?"

"Yes, it is mainly in charge of Elder Shi. There are two immortal messengers around him. As long as there is a gray transaction, they are basically involved."

"Do you charge money for every internal recruitment?"

"On the contrary, the internal recruitment rarely charges money, because there are more exchanges in normal times, and the sect needs to have a good relationship with them. The normal selection charges the most money, because who passes and who doesn't can be replaced at any time."

"That's it, I understand." Chen Lang just asked casually, and then picked the first-tier team to draw lots to decide.

Zhao Wushuang was frightened. "Brother, I have explained everything. Can you let me go?"

"Oh, right. I was busy drawing lots and forgot to draw you."

Chen Lang raised his hand and slapped him twice. Zhao Wushuang's mouth was swollen and he fainted.

"Really? You hit him so hard?" Chen Lang tried to wake him up. He had obviously held back.

At this time, the voice of the old man came to his ears.

"This kid is weak. If you hit him too hard, the Zhao family will come to settle accounts with you soon. Go away."

"Got it."

Chen Lang searched Zhao Wushuang's body and found nothing valuable. Finally, he found a cloth bag on his belt. The material was a bit like leather, and there were even Taoist patterns.

He reached in and found nothing. It was empty and he couldn't touch the edge. It was like he had reached into another space. It took a while before he touched something. He took it out and saw that it was all women's underwear. It smelled second-hand.

This kid is still a pervert.

"It turned out to be a space magic weapon. I took it." Chen Lang understood.

Before leaving, in order to ensure that the other party would remember, he placed Zhao Wushuang on the ground and wrote with his feet next to him:

"The one who beat him was Chen Lang."

...

[Task in progress: Showing his brilliance]

[Tianjiao defeated: 2/3]

There was only one left.

"As expected, when the tide recedes, we can tell who is swimming naked." Chen Lang thought, if he just picked one, it would be a trick.

But he felt strange, Su Qingchan was one of the Tianjiao in name, why didn't he count as a mission point after beating him twice?

After thinking about it, he decided not to draw lots, and directly found the name he heard most often: Ye Wenlong.

This kid was the easiest to find, because almost all the cultivators in the city knew that he often practiced in Lushuitai, where there were few people and it was suitable for committing crimes.

When he arrived at the Dew Terrace, he saw a fire blooming on a piece of exposed bluestone, and there was a burning feeling from the soul. When he approached, the fire disappeared.

"Are you Ye Wenlong?" Chen Lang asked while standing on the grass.

The young man in white opened his eyes and stood up. He vaguely felt that the other party was not friendly, "Yes."

Chen Lang said, "Just now your fire burned my eyes."

...