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Qin Lang thought about himself and thought about how he had been in the Flying Snow Sect for a whole year and was sent to the Royal Academy by the Sect Master before he could even acknowledge him as his master. Qin Lang thought about how he had been in the Flying Snow Sect for a whole year and was sent to the Royal Academy by the Sect Master before he could even acknowledge him as his master.

"Brat, consider yourself clever. Seeing you kowtowing, this old man will reluctantly accept you as my disciple!"

Ye Yangzi felt extremely gratified by this. This old man's talk of letting you learn how to refine treasures has finally had some effect, and taking in the disciple of one of the most powerful experts in the Azure Sky Continent doesn't seem to be a bad thing. It's just that this kid is now a bit too weak, and his cultivation is too low to be seen by anyone.

"Master, can you be considered to have accepted me as your disciple?"

Qin Lang didn't poke Ye Yangzi, who was a little arrogant, and turned around to ask.

"It should be. What are you trying to do?"

Ye Yangzi asked suspiciously. Just now, I said that I agreed to it. What did that mean? Just from the feeling, I felt that Qin Lang had ill intentions.

Hehe, Master, this disciple has officially become my disciple. Do you want to give me some gifts or something like that?

Qin Lang returned to his tent and sat on his blanket as he shamelessly smiled. There was at least something good about him becoming a teacher, not to mention that this master was a Spirit Severing expert. He could take out anything he wanted and he would be considered one of the top existences in the entire Heavenly Star Continent.

"Hahaha, boy, you are wrong about this. I, no, I am your master now. Your master is just a soul now. Do you think I can store anything in my current state?"

"Eh …"

It turns out that if this plan of yours was still in the wild cloud world, he wouldn't mind, he would have just given you countless cultivation method pills, as long as they were given to you as a gift, as long as they were given to you as a gift, as long as they were given to you. After all, most of the things that he refined had been exchanged for the refining materials that he needed, but there were times when other people's materials didn't have enough value, it was very simple.

If his old friend was here, he would of course sigh that that battle was also bad for him. At that time, Ye Yangzi was a madman who knew nothing but smithing; he had no dao companion, no disciple, and he alone pressured all the living creatures in the small world, completely relying on his own cultivation and magic tools to intimidate the entire planet.

After silently reflecting for tens of thousands of years, he had now let go of his initial madness. He no longer had any obsession with refining and gradually began to look like a normal person.

Speaking of which, I believe everyone understood, of course there wouldn't be this old friend, who would be willing to be friends with a madman.

"Boy, oh no, what do you say your name is?"

"Qin Lang!"

Qin Lang, who had been full of excitement a moment ago, immediately crawled onto the bed. He was somewhat speechless towards his big heart master. What a waste of his power. He was a pauper. The most important thing was that he couldn't even remember his name.

Disciple Qin Lang, I say, don't be so dispirited. Although Master is still in a soul state, there are some things that have not been lost.

"What?!"

Qin Lang's eyes lit up again as he sat up.