My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang is gone, but things continue to ferment.

The Tianjian Sect also had a group of disciples who were demonstrating. All they knew was that Chen Lang was kidnapped by the Pingtian Sect, made into a puppet, and brought to the sect by the leader of the Southern Sect to mock him.

And what about Tianjian Sect? They did nothing. They just watched Chen Lang being brought in, and then watched Chen Lang being taken away. They wanted to save him, but there were even elders who stopped him and helped him do evil. They were so shameless and weak.

The situation quickly spread to the outside world, and some people commented that a dignified Tianjian Sect is not as strong as a man who dumps shit.

Regarding this rumor, Tianjian Sect quickly expressed its position, and the Presbyterian Council issued a notice stating what happened.

But after reading this, many disciples became even more dismissive. How could their comrades who once risked their lives to save them in the outer sect trial suddenly defected to the Pingtian Sect?

Designation is forced.

They saw with their own eyes that Chen Lang fought with Yang Banner on the battlefield and almost died.

Besides, if this is really the case, Tianjian Sect should not let him go. There must be some unknown secret.

According to unofficial records, Chen Lang is actually the illegitimate son of the leader of the Tianjian Sect and the empress of the Pingtian Sect. The empress learned of Chen Lang's identity on the battlefield and wanted to take him into the Pingtian Sect, but the leader of the Tianjian Sect had an affair and had no choice but to let him go. people.

As for the Presbyterian Church, it was very peaceful afterwards. Zhong Haoran went into seclusion after he returned, and no one dared to ask. After what happened that day, he was lucky that he did not leave the sect directly. He was hiding out.

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After Chen Lang was taken away by the Southern Cult Leader, he came to a town.

The old town looks very dilapidated, with missing houses everywhere, broken bricks and tiles, cracked doors and windows, and many signs of being burned.

A row of human heads hang on the pillars at Caishikou, their hair tied with thick hemp ropes. Their skin and flesh are shriveled, and their eyes are enlarged, like dead fish that have been hanging for half a year. The wind blows and sways like a string of wind chimes.

Chen Lang raised his head and glanced around. Such a scene could be seen at every street corner. This should be a way for the Pingtian Sect to divide its territory. Ordinary people or monks from outside would see this kind of warning and their interest would naturally recede.

Although it was his first time here, he had already heard of some of the customs of the Pingtian Sect.

This group of alchemists, whose hands have been stained with countless blood, cannot openly establish a sect, otherwise they will be taken away by their enemies. They usually have no settlements and live wherever they can, like a group of grassland herders living in tents.

However, some of the restaurants were very new. When Chen Lang rushed there, monks in twos and threes had just walked out of them, holding white flags in their hands.

"Here we are, this is our location."

The leader of the Southern Church led Chen Lang into the hall. All the tables and chairs inside had been removed, and a row was placed on both sides. There were stalls in the middle, leading to the steps that were originally used as the stage. There were several large mahogany chairs on the stage. .

More than a dozen people were sitting on both sides, still discussing things just now, but when the southern leader arrived, they all saluted.

"This is Chen Lang, from the Tianjian Sect. You should have heard of him. You should have heard of him." The Southern leader introduced.

"So young."

"Is it just foundation building cultivation?"

Many alchemists sat in front of the case and looked at Chen Lang. They heard that a talented person from the Pingtian Sect could master eight thousand souls without any training and reached the level of the southern leader. Although the empress did not announce it, the news has already been Word spread.

"Boy, I don't believe you can control eight thousand souls. Do you dare to demonstrate it?"

As he spoke, a red flag was thrown over.

The man wore a black mask with a hawk face, and his voice was sharp and hoarse, and it felt like it had been processed.

Chen Lang took the blood flag and swept it away with raised eyebrows. Now his soul perception was amazing, and he could tell that most of them were in the late stage of foundation building, and a few of them already had the aura of golden elixir.

These people looked at him with interest.

"Just show me your skills and use it as your self-introduction." The Southern Cult Leader said.

"Is this considered handing out work information? Then I'll take it as such."

Chen Lang twirled the flag in his hand, then walked to the big mahogany chair in the middle of the stage, turned around and sat down.

He crossed his legs, played with the blood flag, and scanned the crowd.

"Since you asked me to introduce myself, let me introduce myself."

All the alchemists stared at him and their expressions changed. Only the one who gave him the blood banner remained expressionless because of the mask he was wearing.

"Boy, that's where the leader of the South is."

"Did our southern cult change its leader? Why didn't I receive the notification?" The man in the eagle-faced mask laughed hoarsely.

It is not that there are no monks from the sect who have come to join the Pingtian Sect, or even a small number, but most of them knew the rules before coming and are extremely cautious. This is the first time I have seen such bold ones.

The leader of the Southern Sect smiled nonchalantly, "He is someone whom I pay close attention to personally. His ability to control souls surpasses mine, so he is qualified to sit in this position. I, the Pingtian Sect, have always judged people based on their abilities and contributions, haven't they?"

"What the leader said is fair, but this kind of joke cannot be made. He is just a foundation-building monk. No matter how talented he is at controlling flags, there are still many things to be investigated." A late-stage foundation-building alchemist looked at Chen Lang, "Even if you have a little Talent, but do you think you can be qualified for the position of leader with this ability?”

Others also agreed, whatever the southern leader himself said was fine, but if they dared to agree, the body would appear in the river tomorrow.

"Okay, stop flattering me here."

Chen Lang interrupted them, "I, Chen Lang, come from Tianjian Sect. Now I am just a puppet. A puppet has no qualifications to speak. Now that I have come to Pingtian Sect, everyone is the same. I have nothing to introduce.

The duties have not been arranged, and the tasks have not been assigned. By the way, is this thing my future crime tool? "

Chen Lang held the blood flag in his hand.

"That's mine." The eagle-faced masked man reached out and took away the blood flag in Chen Lang's hand.

"I'm just saying, a good horse has a good saddle, I don't want it to be so bad."

These words made the man in the eagle-faced mask throb with veins on his forehead, but he refrained from speaking.

Chen Lang looked at the southern leader, "Have my flags not been assigned yet?"

He told Su Qingchan that the mission was about to begin, and a fierce battle would be inevitable, so he had to have a handy tool.

"I'm already asking your Majesty for instructions," the Southern leader said.

"Okay, then I'll wait."

Chen Lang asked again, "By the way, is there a place called Lotus Mountain?"

"That's our territory, and we are currently fighting with the Tianjian Sect." A great alchemist said indifferently. He looked at Chen Lang and doubted that this kid had been sitting here for so long. The southern leader could be so restrained. Is he such a good-tempered person? ?

"That's right."

Chen Lang said to the southern leader, "Go and inform the empress that I want to make contributions there."

"Okay." The southern leader nodded.

Soon, the simple meeting broke up.

"Wildfire, how do you feel? Are you interested in taking him?" The Southern leader looked at one person with a faint smile.

"Hmph." The great alchemist flicked his sleeves. This guy was arrogant. How could I dare to lead him?

"Eagle, what about you?"

"Not interested." The eagle-faced man responded indifferently, and he left.

"Hey, it seems that no one wants to take you, which is troublesome." The southern leader shook his head lightly.

Then, the Western leader came. When he saw everyone had left, he whispered:

"Why did you really bring him back? Didn't he take advantage of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

He was surprised to learn that Chen Lang actually came back after visiting Tianjian Sect. He had already returned to the sect, but Tianjian Sect didn't stop him?

Not to mention the imprint of the empress, Tianjian Sect is not a small sect. There is a giant Nascent Soul sitting in charge, so it may not be easy for the empress to go there in person.

"I gave him a chance." The Southern leader looked indifferent.

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My fingers were pinched and swollen, so I was a little slow in coding. I would like to remind everyone not to pick at the car window glass with your hands. It hurts╥﹏╥