Meng Nanxun walked out of the cave, flew up, jumped a few times on the green waves, and disappeared.

Lang Hattian and Liang Ping marched through the reckless mountains and forests, and for many days to come, Liang Ping still urged Lang Hattian to practice until his soul became more and more solid.

Time flew by, and the two had already reached the black forest belt in the north of the Ten Chaos Mountains, and turned to the east. Along the way, they saw more and more people, many towns were hidden in the lush green, and the smoke rising every morning was the most beautiful scenery the two of them saw, and it was also their guideline.

The two were finally able to replenish some food, get new horses, and continue on their way. But the closer he got to Lei Gangshan, the more uneasy Liang Ping's heart felt, this uneasiness was inexplicable, and it was also expected by him.

It's just that Lang Hatian didn't notice it.

Liang Ping was worried, after he returned to Lei Gang Mountain, he didn't know how the head of the house would treat him, and whether the other party would believe the fact that Lei Yunling was not dead? Will you be punished, or will you be able to accept yourself, regardless of your past suspicions? Liang Ping suddenly felt that everything was unknown, Lei Yunling was the most favorite person in charge, and he regarded him as his own child, and now he has been missing for more than 20 years。。。。。。

Perhaps, Lei Yunling has already returned to Lei Gang Mountain, maybe this is the best ending.

His heart was unsettled, and the joy of returning to his homeland was completely washed away, as if he had once again stepped into a haze, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Liang Ping looked at Lang Hatian, who knew nothing, and was still carefully wiping the Yun Ling Sword on the side, not knowing how to say to him in his heart.

In the end, Liang Ping held back, he decided not to let the other party share this heaviness, but some necessary things still had to be done, he wanted to teach him everything he knew before he arrived at Lei Gang Mountain, and as for how much this kid can master, it all depends on his understanding.

"Xiao Tian." Liang Ping called him, "Wait a little longer, you come with me." ”

Lang hated that he thought that the tedious training was about to start again, but he didn't complain. He wiped the sword in his hand and put it away, and followed Liang Ping into the woods on the side. Liang Ping stood across from him, staring at his face, not saying a word.

Lang hattian consciously picked up the wooden stick and drew a circle on the ground around him, but just when the circle was halfway drawn, Liang Ping stopped him.

"Okay, don't draw, what I'll teach you today is different from before."

When the other party heard this, his eyes shone with joy, and his desire for new things exceeded Liang Ping's expectations, which also made Liang Ping very pleased.

"I want you to understand it well."

After speaking, Liang Ping stopped talking nonsense, pulled away in two steps, shuttled with his palms, held his breath and concentrated, lifted his breath and tightened his abdomen, and the breath of the Soul Realm spread little by little, making Lang Hatian feel a little oppressive. There is a faint white gas generated between Liang Ping's palms, wrapped between his fingers, like a white dragon rolling, and like a bird soaring, the artistic conception is extraordinary, and those who don't know think that Liang Ping is playing tricks.

But if you carefully feel the momentum released in his palm, you will feel that the soft but continuous strength rolls in, which makes people palpitate.

Liang Ping closed his eyes, his arms swiped back and forth, until the white breath slowly stabilized, he stepped on the ground with both feet, and his whole body rushed towards a tree with the thickness of a bowl next to him, his palms gently stroked the trunk in the air, and then pulled and pressed and twisted, and the trees that were several people tall were instantly twisted by him, and Liang Ping's hands never directly touched the trunk, and there was not even a little debris on his hands.

Lang Hatian was stunned, at this time Liang Ping retracted his strength, and his breath was also suppressed, Lang Hatian ran to him, carefully looked at the other party's palm, but there was no trace of white gas.

"Grandpa Liang, what's the matter with that white gas?"

"That's the power of the soul, you can transform it into different forms of power with your own thoughts, so as to exert different effects, but your soul is still very weak now, I can only teach you the most basic palm techniques."

"Palm? Could it be that you learned it when you were in Lei Gang Mountain? ”

Liang Ping nodded, re-opened his posture, and said to him: "You have to be optimistic, this set of palm techniques is called 'Ruoyun Liukite', which was created by Lei Wenxuan, the head patriarch of my Lei Gangshan, and it is extremely mysterious and endlessly changing, you have to study hard."

Lang hattian looked at every move and style made by Liang Ping and remembered it in his heart. The time of the day passed quickly during the practice, and when the sky darkened again, the two of them found a nearby village and spent the night.

In this quiet night, so peaceful that people forgot their exhaustion, and everyone fell asleep, except Liang Ping, who tossed and turned on the simple bed.

He had a nightmare in which he dreamed that he was back in the cave and saw Lei Yunling killed by monsters.

In the distant northwest boundary of the Ten Chaos Mountains, in an ordinary mountain bag, a behemoth is sleeping. Suddenly, it sneezed, and the cavern shook, and dust fell down in a puff of dust.

"Who's scolding me behind my back!"

The monster muttered and was about to fall asleep, but only to feel an astonishing breath quickly approaching here.

What a terrifying thing it must have been for this monster to feel palpitations!

The aura was familiar, and the monster didn't have to think about it to know who was coming.

"This bastard!"

He cursed, then rolled over and sat up, his eyes fixed on the stone wall above him, as if waiting for something. Soon after, the monster felt the other party stop in front of the mountain bag, and then the stone wall above its head cracked with a bang, and the entire mountain was split in half by a strong force, and the monster was finally able to see the light of day.

It had forgotten how many years had passed since it had last seen the sky, and it was in a very good mood at this time, and it let out a long snort happily, and its huge body soared up and flew into the sky. In the dim sky, there was a tall thin man dressed in black clothes, with gilded lines on his collar and back, standing in the air, looking at the monster coldly, exuding murderous aura.

He wore a white mask with only two eyebrows painted in black paint, and an exaggerated grin, the corners of which reached the base of his ears.

"I asked you to take a good look at Yinyue Grass, and the result is so perfunctory to me!?"

The Smiling Man's words were cold, and he was faster than lightning, and in an instant he stepped through the void to the monster, grabbed one of its horns, lifted it above his head, and then threw it downward, throwing it back into the cavern.

The monster was on the rise, but it didn't expect to be inexplicably next to each other, and the anger that had been held in its heart for decades burned brightly, and it grabbed the cracked mountain with a pair of huge claws and pounced on the smiling man.

There is no suspense in the ending, the monster with such a huge body has no power to fight back in front of this man, it uses all its resources, and it is easily dissolved by the other party one by one. In the end, it fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, and was completely convinced.

It's just that the monster never knew what mistake he had made that made him so angry.

"Yinyue grass is not good, with me here, who dares to touch it."

"You said yes?" The smiling man sneered, "Then you can go and see for yourself!" ”

With that, he once again grabbed the monster's horn and threw it towards the top of the mountain. It cried out in pain, and fell to the top of the mountain, and in the center of this huge peak, there was an arm-high plant, which was exuding a faint brilliance, and its branches were not ordinary leaves, but stars twinkling and circling. On the top of the main trunk, the largest star, like the moon in the sky, slowly rotated, very beautiful.

It was growing well and there was nothing wrong with it, and the monster was about to say something against the smiling man, but there was a faint smell in its nose.

Its eyes followed the unpleasant smell to the root of Yinyue grass, and when it saw the poop that had been dried up one by one, the figure of a person it had seen not long ago flashed in its mind, and its heart suddenly became cold, and the smug look just now disappeared in an instant.

The smiling man's cold voice came from behind him again: "Okay, since you've seen it with your own eyes, let's settle the score." ”

"No... No, I know who did it。。。。。。 ”

Its pleas for mercy were to no avail, and a violent beating fell on the monster.