Qinchuan looked towards the Holy Son on the judging panel.
At this moment, the Holy Son's eyes seemed to be spewing fire as he stared at Qinchuan. However, he had a smile on his face.
Qinchuan was also smiling at him, but the Holy Son could see the great mockery in Qinchuan's eyes.
This infuriated him, but he couldn't express it.
Qinchuan didn't fight anymore. He didn't care about the position of the Holy Son anymore. If nothing went wrong, Lang Ji would become the Holy Son and control the Holy Gate.
As for himself, it was better for him to relax and relax. Lang Ji could be a big tree that he could temporarily rely on.
Qinchuan's battle and Cai Fangyong's battle made the Lang Yuan Holy Gate the center of attention. One had to know that the man that Cai Fangyong had defeated wasn't simple.
There was also the fatty that Qinchuan defeated. It could be deduced that Qinchuan's strength was definitely at the top of the younger generation.
The Lang Yuan Holy Gate didn't participate in the following battles, and no one took the initiative to challenge them.
Unknowingly, a day passed. At this speed, it would probably take more than five days to finish the individual battles.
In the evening, Lang Tong, Qinchuan, and the rest returned to the courtyard.
They ate together, drank together, and chatted daily. It was lively and everyone was filled with passion. Qinchuan knew that it wasn't because of him, but because of Lang Ji.
Lang Ji was a legend in the Lang Family, Lang Yuan Holy Gate, and even the main gate. She was a genius, a leader, and the backbone of the Lang Family.
She had the charisma and the ability to do so.
Lang Ji looked at Qinchuan and Lang Yuan together, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Qinchuan is a good child." Madam Lang smiled.
"He's not just a good child. It's the lass's fortune to be able to meet him. It's our fortune too." Lang Ji smiled.
"You've always had your eyes on the top of your head. You're rarely so satisfied with someone other than your daughter." The woman smiled.
"How is that possible? I'm also very satisfied with you." Lang Ji smiled.
"Is that so?" Madam Lang smiled at Lang Ji.
"There's no need to doubt that. Definitely."
"Look, the girl is very happy with him. That's the most important thing," Lady Lang said.
"Ai." Lang Ji sighed softly.
"You still can't let go. Are the positions of Saint and Sect Master really that important to you?" Lady Lang asked Lang Ji.
"Do you think anyone can make me let it go if I want to?" Lang Ji smiled at Lady Lang.
The woman didn't say anything. She knew very well that, just as her man had said, some things couldn't be put down just because you wanted to. Some things had to have a result, and it had to be a thorough result.
If he lost, he would die. If he didn't die, he would live a life worse than death.
There was no other choice.
Lang Ji looked at her woman and smiled. "There's a reason why you failed the first time. I won't fail again this time. I promise you that I won't go anywhere else in the Saint Gate, okay?" Lang Ji said softly.
"Alright!"
The other party would not let Lang Ji let it go, and Lang Ji herself did not want to let it go.
In just one day, Lang Ji felt that she had recovered very quickly and had recovered a lot.
The moonlight was like water, and the night wind blew gently. Qinchuan lay on the slope of the roof with his arms as a pillow and looked at the vast starry sky.
There was a faint fragrance. Qinchuan turned and saw Lang Yuan lying beside him.
Qinchuan smiled and stretched out an arm.
Lang Yuan blushed and lay in the crook of Qinchuan's arm.
"Why did you run out? Aren't you afraid that Uncle and Auntie will ask you where you went?" Qinchuan smiled.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Lang Yuan asked softly.
"How can that be? I'm in a good mood. Even if I'm not in a good mood, my mood will improve immediately when I see my Little Yuanyuan," Qinchuan said.
Lang Yuan raised her head slightly and looked at Qinchuan. She suddenly felt very calm. At that moment, she even felt that she and Qinchuan had been husband and wife for many years.
They had known each other for a very long time, and both of them had saved each other's lives. During that period of time, she was the one who helped Qinchuan take a bath. When she thought of the situation at that time, she blushed.
Qinchuan lowered his head and looked at Lang Yuan, and he blushed.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and whispered in her ear, "If you want to do anything to me, I won't resist. If you want to be embarrassed, I'll do it."
Qinchuan hugged Lang Yuan and kissed her crazily.
Lang Yuan thought that she was in Qinchuan's arms. She blushed and was very quiet. There was a strange fragrance on her body.
Qinchuan hugged a beauty that was as beautiful as water. That beautiful scenery and that shocked expression made Qinchuan unable to forget it for the rest of his life.
"Are you happy?" Qinchuan pressed his forehead against hers, and his nose touched her straight nose.
He looked at her rosy face.
Her beautiful eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled.
She bit her lips and didn't say a word.
Qin Chuan looked at this adorable and beautiful face. Gently and slowly, as if he was tasting the most delicious wine, he kissed his face, lips, nose, eyes, bit by bit, as if he was moisturizing everything …
Qinchuan's side was filled with envy.
In a luxurious manor in the Saint Gate, a man smashed everything in the room.
That man was the Saint.
At this moment, his face was terrifyingly green. He was furious, really furious.
"Saint, there is no need to be angry. It is just a small matter." An old man stood at the side and said softly.
"Old Wu, I want to kill him. I have never hated someone as much as today." The Saint said.
"Saint, don't let a small person mess up your heart. There is no rush, we have plenty of time to play." The old man said calmly.
The Saint calmed down and nodded. "I just wanted to vent a little. I understand, Old Wu."
"A person's emotions are very important. It is fine for you to vent a little. Maybe your cultivation won't improve in three years." The old man was still calm.
The Saint calmed down.
…
On the second day, the individual competition continued. Today, the Saint didn't purposely target Qinchuan or Lang Yuan Saint Gate.
Qinchuan finished three rounds and won.
But many people were eliminated. Almost two-thirds of the participants were eliminated.
Only those who participated in the individual competition had the right to participate in the later rounds. Hence, the individual competition would last for close to a week.
There were still a few days left, but there was nothing to do with Qinchuan anymore.
The competition was very special. For example, three victories would be enough, and three defeats would result in elimination. For those who failed once or twice, the judges could consider the opponent's situation and decide whether or not to continue.
This was because there were some talented people who were unlucky and met the strongest few. For example, those who could enter the top ten were unlucky and were challenged by the first and second rankers.
This kind of situation was rare, because this was a free challenge, not something like drawing lots, so this kind of situation rarely happened.