Lang hated the sky and felt fearful towards somewhere on the mountainside. The entire Leigang Mountain has long been quiet, and the lights in all the houses have been extinguished, except for the stone lamps on both sides of the stone steps up the mountain, where candles are burning. On the winding mountain road, there is a glimmer of light moving slowly.

It was a disciple of the watchman, patrolling with a lantern.

Lang hated the sky and hid in the dark, waiting for the other party to walk away from him, and then he moved quietly. What Lang hattian is most afraid of at this time is not the beating people, but the elite disciples who have heard Lei Yunying say that they are hiding in the middle of nowhere at night, they are observing the suspicious wind and grass all the time, monitoring the entire Lei Gang Mountain.

Lang hated Tian had no choice, he thought that the kung fu he had practiced since he was a child would not be easily discovered, even if he was caught, then he would generously admit his mistake. But to his surprise, he had been walking in the dark for a long time, and no one had noticed him, which made him relax his vigilance a little, and the person was almost close to the account room.

The location of this account room was told to him by Yun Ci, and Lang Hatian didn't know why he knew so much about Lei Gangshan, until he came to the vicinity of the so-called account room, and began to be more and more suspicious of Yun Ci. Because this account is very inconspicuous, it is a few houses built against the mountain, half of which is embedded in the belly of the mountain, and can almost completely melt into the darkness at night.

He hid in the bushes not far from the door of the account room, and after looking around to see no one, he was just about to stand up, when suddenly a figure crossed the night sky in front of him. The man's speed was fast, but Lang Hattian's eyesight was also excellent, and although it was only for a moment, he could still be sure that it was a person.

Who could it be, could it be those elite disciples who discovered their traces?

The figure stepped lightly from the eaves of the account room, and several rolled into the grass, and Lang hated to see that the other party also seemed to have a black scarf on his face, and he was sneaky. He didn't dare to act rashly, wanting to see what the other party would do, only to see the man walk through the bushes and touch towards a building on the other side. The wind in the sky of Lei Gang Mountain is very strong, which is completely different from the ground, if an ordinary person is in the sky, he will definitely be turned off, but for this man, even his long hair has not been able to float a little.

The man was dressed in black and wore a white mask with two eyebrows and a grinning mouth painted with black paint. No one noticed his existence, including Lei Tianning, Yun Ci and the elders, this man seemed to not exist in the world, and he didn't feel the slightest power on his body, but when he reached a certain realm, he could only perceive the extent of the oppression on his body.

The smiling man looked down in the sky, looking at the bushes where Lang hated the sky was hiding. He recognized the kid at a glance.

"It's you, ruining my Yinyue grass. He was talking to himself, watching Lang Hatian's every move, trying to fix him well.

The latter was staring at the figure that suddenly appeared, and saw that the other party was also looking around, and then approached the door of a large hall in front of him, and then picked the lock and drilled into the door. He looked up, and by the moonlight, there were three big characters written on the plaque: "Ji Shi Zhai".

This is Lei Gangshan's pharmacy, which is usually used by Lei Gangshan's disciples to see a doctor and catch medicine, or to practice some pills for the elders.

What is that man doing here?

Lang hated the sky and doubted in his heart. Just as he was about to turn around and go to the account office to do his own business, the window of the Jishizhai Pavilion suddenly shattered, and a black-clothed embarrassed figure flew out upside down, fell diagonally, impartially, and just crashed into the bush where Lang hated the sky was, knocking him to the ground.

Lang hated the sky and almost cried out in pain, but he held back the sound in time, and before he could take a closer look at who the person was, the other party first turned over with a carp, and at the same time there were footsteps around, and it seemed that many people came.

When Lang Hatian hadn't eased up, the other party's mind had already begun to turn, and I saw that the man stuffed something in his hand into his arms, pressed Lang Hatian, who had not yet come back to his senses, to the ground, twisted his hands behind his back, and at the same time tore off his face towel and pinned it to his waist, shouting loudly: "Come on, catch the thief!"

Lang hated a buzz in his head, extremely frightened, and resisted with all his strength. The man didn't expect Lang Hattian's strength to be so great, he almost broke free of his control, and in the scuffle between the two, Lang Hattian's hand inadvertently slapped on the man's chest, and something flew out of his arms and landed in the pitch-black grass.

Obviously, the other party was much better than Lang Hatian's skills, and in the blink of an eye, he was resubdued, and the smiling man in the sky looked at this sudden scene and felt very funny. Originally, he was going to make some noise so that Lang Hatian would be discovered, but the man solved it for himself.

"Interesting. He continued to watch the situation unfold.

The thing that flew out of the arms of another man in black flew into the grass, and he was about to leave Lang Hate Tian to pick it up, but he didn't expect the thing to roll under his feet. The owner of the feet slowly bent down to pick it up, and a pair of falcon-like eyes looked at the pitch-black wooden box in his hand.

Countless torches lit up around them, surrounding Lang and the two in the center. The man's face was shocked, he didn't expect them to come so quickly, but he seemed to have been waiting around for a long time. But he reacted very quickly, and immediately became a smug look, and shouted to the crowd: "Come on, everyone, I have caught a thief!"

This sentence reached Qiao Honglin's ears, and he put the pitch-black wooden box in his hand into his sleeve and walked to Lang Hatian. Now Lang Hatian was a little at a loss, and when he heard that the person who subdued him actually said that he was a thief, he was unwilling, and he also opened his mouth and shouted: "This person is also 。。。。。。 ”

He was punched in the face by the man, and he was immediately speechless. Qiao Honglin walked up to Lang Hatian, pinched his chin, and stared at his eyes. When Lang hattian saw the other party, he recognized that this bald old man was the one who wanted to kill him that day, and his heart was on fire.

"You did. Qiao Honglin smiled evilly, revealing a smug look.

When these words came into Lang Hatian's ears, his mind seemed to explode. He suddenly remembered Yun Ci's advice to him, and finally understood why Yun Ci knew everything about Lei Gang Mountain so well.

All this was arranged from the very beginning.

The conspiracy in Qiao Honglin's eyes could no longer be hidden, and he used mocking words to attack Lang Hatian to his heart's content.

"You and Liang Ping, sure enough, are all the way, so unrepentant!"

The flesh on his face trembled with laughter, and he was so disgusted in Lang Hattian's eyes. Qiao Honglin turned around and patted the shoulder of the man in black who uniformed Lang Hate, and praised him, "Wangyu, you did a good job." ”

It's just that although Qiao Honglin said this, he glanced at him with strange eyes, which made this disciple shudder.

"Elder Qiao praised it. He replied, glancing up at the pavilion of Jishizhai, where by the broken window, an old man with white hair and bronzed skin had disappeared in a flash.

The man was a little uneasy, but he didn't know it. Among the people holding torches who appeared with Qiao Honglin, there was a man with a square appearance, who was staring at him. Qiao Honglin instructed others to imprison Lang Hatian, and at the same time did not forget to continue to taunt: "Liang Ping was imprisoned in the Lock Dragon Stream by my own hands, and now it's your turn, you really deserve it, hahaha。。。。。。 ”

He said this very loudly, even the smiling man in the sky heard it clearly, he didn't expect that it was just a petty theft, and there was such a conspiracy in it.

"Really, it's been calculated to this extent, it's really a waste, my Yinyue grass has made you waste it in vain. ”

The smiling man seemed to think he was pathetic.

"It's not interesting to end up like this, so if you want to play, play bigger. ”

As he spoke, his fingers flicked, and a white light flew out from the fingers of the smiling man, and in an instant, he drilled out of Lang Hat's heavenly body, and no one noticed.