Hengsi Immortal Lord had heard from Ling Jun before that Lang Xing had resolved two dangerous situations, namely, the demon beast siege and the Qianjie Sect's revenge. He was deeply grateful that he did not stop Lang Xing from going to Shui Qingzhou, otherwise these hundreds of disciples would

I'm afraid Lingye is the only one who can come back.

"I have heard from Lingjun that it is Qianxu Palace's good fortune that your master chose you as the closed disciple of Qianxu Palace. This sword..." Because there were too many questions and curiosity about this diseased sword, he praised it.

After saying this to Lang Xing, he immediately brought the topic back to the Shui Ting Sword.

"If you want to understand it, I'll send it to you later." Lang Xing said in an evasive manner.

Heng Si saw that he didn't want to tell the origin of the sword, so he nodded and said "Okay". As an immortal of Qianxu Palace, his knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary monks, but he had only heard of some

This is the first time I have seen a spiritual treasure with multiple artifacts and spirits coexisting with my own eyes.

"Put it away first." There was a thoughtful look in Heng Si's eyes, as if he had something to say next.

Because the Water Ting Sword is sealed with the restrictions imposed by the Guardian, it can be stored directly in a higher-level Qiankun Bag. In order not to reveal the secret of the Immortal Qiankun Bag, Langxing put the Water Ting Sword directly into the Qiankun Bag on his waist.

That Qiankun bag.

Heng Si waited for him to put away the Shui Ting Sword and said, "Qi Mu said that Xiang'er's Qi Palace was shattered, but I didn't notice it when I sealed her before. What's going on?"

Lang Xing looked troubled and said, "Her Qi Mansion is indeed shattered. A mysterious figure is involved. My nephew has promised that he will never leak it to anyone, so I can only ask my uncle for his understanding."

"That person can heal the broken Qi Palace?" Heng Si narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

"Uncle, please forgive me." Lang Xing didn't even answer this question.

Heng Si looked at him for a long time without saying anything. He could no longer see through this nephew who was only over a thousand years old. This was ridiculous. Logically speaking, a disciple of this age should think that his master Hua Yu was full of mystery.

Now it's the other way around.

Lang Xing remained silent, rolling his eyes with a hint of embarrassment, looking at his uncle from time to time, and sending him a pleading look.

"Okay, you don't have to be embarrassed. I won't ask anything anymore. Let's go back." After speaking, Hengsi Immortal Lord patted his shoulder with a very loving look on his face to show that he didn't mind and that he really didn't want to ask.

Already.
Chapter completed!