Chapter 169 Vigil
A few days later, the trial began.

After Chen Lang finished packing, he controlled the Breaking Waves Boat, and with the black sword, he turned into a stream of light and rushed away.

Zhong Yuling also wanted to participate on the grounds of broadening her horizons, but was rejected by Zhong Haoran, so she had to stay at home and continue writing.

After half a day, a group of mountains emerged.

There were several clear lights flying around, and some cranes landed and stayed on a vast grassland.

The large green ship stopped in the air. Chen Lang jumped down and took back the flying boat.

His flying device was too big and too eye-catching, and many people were looking at him.

"Hi, sons and daughters, hello everyone." Chen Lang waved enthusiastically to the other monks.

This made the others look at him, but then they looked away indifferently and ignored him.

"He's a bit reckless." Someone said indifferently, disliking his style.

Chen Lang looked around and soon found someone.

Lu Youzhi was in the crowd, talking to several monks.

"Master Eagle!"

Chen Lang looked for a moment and suddenly shouted.

"Who is Lord Eagle?" someone wondered, and looked in the direction he was looking and saw Lu Youzhi.

"nothing."

Chen Lang smiled. At this time, Lu Youzhi seemed to notice Chen Lang's gaze. He turned his head and looked over. The smile on his face suddenly froze and he looked at Chen Lang with murderous intent.

"You really dare to come."

Chen Lang sneered, "Not only do I dare to come, I also dare to kill you."

With a hum, he drew out the black sword and slashed at Lu Youzhi with force.

Lu Youzhi frowned and took out the Fengming Furnace. The golden incense burner quickly enlarged and blocked the air. It was knocked back with a bang, leaving a shallow mark on the bottom of the incense burner.

"What's going on?" Lu Youzhi took back the incense burner, a little surprised, and looked at the sword in Chen Lang's hand, which seemed different from before.

The Fengming Furnace is an authentic golden elixir magic weapon, but it was damaged.

"Starfall."

A male monk in white stared at the sword in Chen Lang's hand. "This is the broken sword of that person. Isn't it broken into pieces? Has it recognized its master again?"

"Mo Ruzhen?" A girl with twin ponytails saw it and seemed interested.

"Isn't your father here?" Chen Lang locked his eyes with Lu Youzhi, the evil spirit in his body flowing, with lightning flashing on the blade, "If he's not here, I'll send you back first."

After saying that, the sword light slashed down again.

Lu Youzhi's face changed. This is the gathering place. The ancestor worship will not start until tomorrow. Fighting is prohibited here.

when!
A crisp sound was heard, shaking everyone's eardrums. Then a wooden Zen stick flew into the air and blocked Chen Lang's sword.

Chen Lang took a few steps back and withdrew his strength. The staff slowly flew back and fell into the hands of a silver-haired man.

"Don't be so anxious. I'll get your stick later." Chen Lang looked at the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man smiled faintly, "Chen Lang, I heard from Master that you got the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from the Pingtian Sect. Take it out and show it to me."

"You are not worthy." Chen Lang said.

He saw that Lu Youzhi had already escaped with the crowd, and felt a little regretful. The Tianjian Sect was really troublesome, with all the rules and regulations, which delayed my work.

Missing Ping Tianjiao's day.

"If I'm not worthy, then there are few people in the Heaven Sword Sect who are worthy." The silver-haired man said, "Bullying some inner disciples, does that make you think you're a good fighter?"

There were divine patterns flickering on the Zen staff in his hand, and murderous intent was flowing in it.

When others saw this, they all stepped away. Most of them were unhappy with Chen Lang, thinking he was too arrogant. They thought it was necessary to let a real master teach him a lesson.

At this moment, a sedan chair suddenly flew through the air and landed between Chen Lang and the silver-haired man.

The sedan chair was large, with an ox-dragon at the front and back.

Niu Long was lying face down on the ground, the curtain was opened, one foot was exposed, stepping on the grass.

"People from the Zhong family are here." Someone recognized them.

Seeing the sedan chair, the divine pattern on the Zen staff in the silver-haired man's hand disappeared, "Zhong Sheng, you really know how to find a place to park."

Zhong Sheng opened the curtain and walked out, greeting Chen Lang, "Brother Chen, what are you doing?"

Chen Lang put away his sword and said, "Just warm up."

Zhong Sheng smiled and said, "It will probably take a long time to warm up with Elder Qing's closed disciple, which will waste some time."

He intentionally reminded that the other party was not an ordinary person and should not be provoked as in the past.

Chen Lang nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. He came here to meet someone, and he didn't want to fight unless he didn't like him. Then, Zhong Sheng turned and looked at the silver-haired man, "Wuya, the ancestor worship will not start until tomorrow. Before the night watch is the time to receive the souls of the ancestors. Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

"it is good."

The silver-haired man put away his Zen staff and glanced at Chen Lang indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Chen is very famous. I thought he had some real skills. If he relies on the protection of the Zhong family, then it's meaningless."

He turned and left.

The onlookers also left in disappointment. The disciple of Elder Qingguan, whose Taoist name was Wuya, participated in the ceremony on behalf of Elder Qingguan's family.

This family ranks fourth among the top ten families of the Tianjian Sect. This person is definitely a ruthless character. They really want to see whether Chen Lang, who has such a great reputation, can reach the level of the top ten families.

Maybe, we can only wait until tomorrow to see it.

"Brother Chen, would you like to join us?" Zhong Sheng invited.

"No." Chen Lang refused.

"Do you still have your Ten Thousand Souls Banner?" Zhong Sheng asked. "I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that this contest is of great significance. A sword alone can't help you much. It's better for us to walk together so that we can look after each other."

Chen Lang still shook his head and waved to let him leave.

The Zhong family is too enthusiastic, like a piece of plaster, which is a bit annoying.

Not long after Zhong Sheng left, a clear crane cry was heard, and then several huge cranes appeared in the sky, forming a shuttle shape.

"People from Goddess Peak." Many disciples watched.

The Goddess Peak is a very popular faction in the Tianjian Sect, not because of how powerful their cultivation is, but mainly because there are many girls there.

Especially those from the inner sect, they have good family backgrounds and are not bad people either, they are all very pleasing to the eye.

Chen Lang also looked up and soon saw a figure. The person he wanted to see had arrived.

Leading the group was a masked female cultivator in a long-sleeved, wide robe. Su Qingchan stood beside them, saying nothing.

"Is that Senior Sister Murong Zhen? I haven't seen you for many years." Someone saluted the masked female practitioner. When other disciples saw this, they made way and the crowd formed a path.

Some people also greeted Su Qingchan. It was rumored that this female cultivator might have a special physique. Many elders of the sect went to identify her but failed.

But she looks frighteningly strong. They estimate that her physique is in the second-tier of the mainland, or even the first-tier. It remains to be seen what happens next. This has made her somewhat famous.

"This way, this way." Chen Lang waved to Su Qingchan.

Su Qingchan turned her head to look at the masked woman, then walked towards Chen Lang lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Have."

Chen Lang asked, "Are you free tonight?"

Su Qingchan was slightly startled and shook her head, "No."

"What important matter do you have?" Chen Lang asked.

"I'm about to leave for my ancestral land." Su Qingchan explained, indicating that she was not deliberately refusing. "This was arranged by Granny Si. She said there is a place here that would be good for me, and asked me to go there to practice."

"Aren't you going to keep watch tonight?"

"No."

"That's okay." Chen Lang nodded. He had originally planned to think of a reason to trick her out.

After all, her cultivation is still shallow, and if his killers rush in and kill her, she might not be able to withstand it.

But since she's not joining the vigil, there's no need to worry about it.

"By the way, what is your current cultivation level?" Chen Lang asked.

Su Qingchan looked around and stretched out the five fingers of his left hand.

Then the thumb and pinky curled up, leaving only three.

Chen Lang suddenly realized, "Qi Refining Eight"

"Ahem." Su Qingchan coughed lightly and warned Chen Lang with her eyes, but she said calmly, "The realm is just the shallowest ripple on the water."

Ah, yes, yes.

Chen Lang asked, "With this level of cultivation, you still want to participate in the ancestor worship? Do you have any way to get into the top ten?"

According to the plot, Su Qingchan achieved the position of Heavenly Ranking Disciple in this session, which means he was ranked in the top ten. He was very curious about how Su Qingchan did it.

Su Qingchan shook her head. "I just came here to take advantage of the opportunity. I don't plan to get into the top ten. In fact, you shouldn't participate in this."

"Forget it. I won't ask any more questions. Just go away."

Chen Lang waved his hand. He was just curious, but he didn't want to disturb her world line.

As night falls, bonfires begin to light up on the grassland, and the vigil officially begins.

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(End of this chapter)