"He actually has the master-level token!" Zhang Licheng was completely stunned.

Five hundred thousand points! He, the elder Qingyun, has accumulated more than 100,000 points for decades!

Such huge points and such contributions can be opened for him alone and let him choose treasures and secret skills! Of course, there is no right to redeem the coursework of Juxian Villa.

"Impossible! How could he have such a token?" Yu Wushuang's eyes widened: "Is it the token of the Soul-Devouring Old Demon? But he was obviously knocked down from the cliff by the Soul-Devouring Old Demon, so how did he get the token?"

In fact, Yu Wushuang also coveted about this token. Afterwards, he heard that the fairy had killed the Soul-Devouring Old Demon, he had been investigating the whereabouts of the token.

Judging from the results of the investigation, Lin Xian'er killed the Soul-Devouring Old Demon with one sword. After that, he did not care about the Soul-Devouring Old Demon's corpse, nor did he get the token, but jumped off the cliff to find Shen Lang's whereabouts.

Later, Lin Yue'er cleaned up the mess and just told the other Qingyun disciples to leave, and she was too lazy to care about the corpse of the Soul-Devouring Old Demon. Afterwards, there was even a brave disciple of Chixiao Peak who sneaked to the corpse of the Soul-Devouring Old Demon... But the disciple of Chixiao Peak did not find any treasures from the Soul-Devouring Old Devouring Old Demon at all, and did not find a token. It seemed that the most valuable token had evaporated directly from the Soul-Devouring Old Devouring Old Devouring...

But Yu Wushuang never expected that the two fairies did not take the token, and the others did not get it, but inexplicably appeared in Shen Lang's hands!

He couldn't figure out this matter even after he thought about it, and he wanted to figure out the answer to it. Unfortunately, Shen Lang left without explanation.

Shen Lang and Lin Xian'er have left, but the people are still in great shock at this time. They do not care about the origin of the last token, but only care about the result of the matter. This result is...

"Five hundred thousand points! That's a token of the Lord level! Could it be that the legendary demon who appeared in the Black Wind Village was finally killed by Shen Lang? This is too exaggerated!" said a young monk.

"It doesn't matter whether the big devil was killed by Shen Lang." Another young monk said: "What's important is that I have discovered something interesting now."

"What's the matter?"

"You think! When Yu Wushuang returned with the disciples of Chixiao Peak, he held a banquet and said that he had wiped out the Demon Sect and had a great victory in Heifeng Village... But what happened? The little points he earned were not as much as Shen Lang's score, right?"

"Not bad! It is said that they got 600 tokens from disciples of the Demon Sect, and Yu Wushuang even got two tokens from elders of the Demon Sect! But how many of these things are combined? It's just 40,000 points! Shen Lang earned more than 500,000 points by himself!"

"Points represent credit. Shen Lang, who has the greatest credit, is not too lazy to speak out." Another young monk sneered: "But Yu Wushuang made a little sweet at most, and even had to hold a big banquet, as if he was afraid that others would not know... Compared with the two, the difference is a matter of right and wrong!"

"I can see that the people in Chixiao Peak are so happy and have shameless behavior, and they are often embarrassed today. The Chixiao Peak lineage seems a bit unreliable! At least it is not as awesome as rumored by the outside world. Since that's the case, I'd better join Changqing Peak." said a young disciple who had just passed the trial.

"Uh...If you want to say that, I think I'll join Hidden Mist Peak."

"Then I want to join Xiaozhu Peak!"

Just like that, after Shen Lang left, the young monks who were originally moved by Chixiao Zhenren's appearance in person and decided to join Chixiao Peak actually left Chixiao Peak after a quiet discussion, and then went around the other six peaks of Qingyun. It took only a short while to run away...

At this time, the bitter mountain wind was still blowing. Zhang Licheng and Yu Wushuang stood on the empty mountain top, messy in the wind. Chi Xiao Zhenren looked at the empty scene in front of him, and then thrust the corners of his mouth again, and then let out an angry roar!

"Bad! Bastard! You two are really waste!"

Chi Xiaofeng failed to receive disciples this year. Such a thing is not a big deal for the huge Chi Xiaofeng, and it will not affect Chi Xiaofeng's foundation!

But even ordinary cultivators dislike Chixiao Peak. This feeling made Chixiao Zhenren a little unbearable...

"It's all Shen Lang!"

"I will definitely not let him go!"

Zhang Licheng and Yu Wushuang were scolded so much that they were so scolded that they dared not speak with a slight face. But the hatred for Shen Lang in their hearts has increased to a deep level...

At this time, Shen Lang and Lin Xian'er were still leisurely strolling around the mountain scenery among the green clouds, walking towards the direction of the small building of Bihu Lake.

"At the same time, where did you get your token?" Lin Xian'er asked curiously.

Not to mention that Yu Wushuang couldn't figure it out, she actually didn't understand it. Judging from the residual aura on the token, the token should be from the Soul-Devouring Old Demon. But the key to the problem is that Shen Lang was knocked down from the cliff by the Soul-Devouring Old Demon... When did he get the token?

"That's it!" Shen Lang held his little head up and kept it proudly, "I don't even see who I, Shen Lang, are!"

"Aren't you just a shameless little bastard?" Lin Xian'er knocked Shen Lang's head.

"Hey hey hey! I have been a great figure in the Demon Sect's Holy Son!" Shen Lang said very hurt.

"Saint Son of the Demon Sect?" Lin Xian'er was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that Hu Xiaomei had indeed mentioned this to her, and Shen Lang was indeed recognized by the Demon Sect as the Saint Son of the Demon Sect.

"The token was considered a scam." Shen Lang said: "At that time, the Soul-Devouring Old Demon was still in seclusion and gave his token to the Red Ghost Elder. Only those who hold this token could enter the Black Wind Demon Cave. Later, I wanted to go to the Black Wind Cave to save Hu Xiaomei, so I asked the Red Ghost for this token to open the seal on the Black Wind Demon Cave. So after a round trip, the token fell into my hands."

"So that's the case." Lin Xian'er understood, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The 500,000 points are already a lot, and you can also exchange for a lot of good things. But you'd better not go to the treasure house to exchange for treasures first."

"Why?" Shen Lang was stunned.

He had consulted the head of Xia for a long time on this matter. According to the head of Xia, 500,000 points are enough to go to the Qingyun Treasure House to select treasures or choose a very powerful secret skill!

After all, Qingyun Sect is a famous sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. I think the things inside will not be too bad, but Shen Lang has long been a little itchy about it...

"You can't eat too much. You are still just in the Qi Refining Realm, so it's more important to lay a solid foundation." Lin Xian'er laughed and said, "And I have already formulated a package of practice plans for you."

"Uh!" Shen Lang looked at Lin Xian'er's smile and suddenly began to feel resentment in his heart. He thought, the plan Lin Xian'er made for him will definitely not be very simple, right?

"Ahem...Master! I think the weather is good today, so let's talk about some relaxing topics." Shen Lang smiled embarrassedly: "By the way, didn't you say before that you will have a surprise after returning to Bihu Xiaozhu? What kind of surprise is it?"
Chapter completed!