"Oh, I can understand Elder Deng's thoughts, but Na Lang hated the sky before and caused Elder Cui to suffer such a serious injury, you can't just forget it. ”

"Everything Elder Cui did was of her own free will, and she didn't blame that kid from the beginning, besides, she told me the other day。。。。。。 ”

"Hmm, listening to Elder Deng's words, Elder Cui, she has already woken up?"

Deng Gongming knew that he was speechless, so he quickly changed his words, and made a sad look: "How could it be, Old Sister Cui is so seriously injured, Elder Xiong is not sure." ”

Qiao Honglin and Xu Zhiyuan didn't doubt it too much, but when he made a slip of the tongue because of excitement, the topic returned to Lang Hatian.

"Unless Elder Deng can get the other elders to agree, Elder Qiao and I will not approve it. ”

Deng Gongming looked at Xu Zhiyuan's playful smile, turned around angrily, and strode away.

Sister Cui's injuries can't be suffered in vain.

It was a decision in his heart.

It's just that where can I go to find someone who can stand on my side, at this juncture, I'm afraid that no elder is willing to stand up and intercede for a little ghost he doesn't know. Deng Gongming's mood was very lost. He was right, everyone was watching, and no one was going to make a bird.

At this time, Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng also had the same attitude, the two were talking in Jishizhai, they had already heard about Lang hating the sky, and they had also seen it with their own eyes.

"Alas, this kid is also a hard bone, he has been kneeling for so many days, and he can't get up yet. ”

"I said you bear, you can't let Elder Cui know about this matter, otherwise she will definitely not accept treatment with peace of mind, with her temperament, it is possible to come out halfway. ”

"Of course, Elder Cui has already paid so much for that kid, it can be regarded as benevolence and righteousness, he is asking for hardship, and he has already opened the net without punishing him, how can he let Elder Cui hurt his body for him again. ”

The time has come to early summer, these days, the weather has been very gloomy, hold until this time, God can no longer bear it, the heavy rain that has been accumulated for many days, at this moment pouring down.

The white-clothed and blue-clothed disciples who were cultivating ran to the side to avoid the rain, and once again only Lang Hattian was left kneeling alone in the huge square.

Through the window on the second floor of Jishizhai, Xiong Zaipeng and the others happened to be able to see Lang Hattian's figure. The rain fell on Lang Hatian's body, and soon his hair and clothes were wet. He slowly closed his eyes, as if enjoying the blessings of the heavens.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it doesn't seem to stop for a while. After about half an hour, Lang felt that his knees had been soaked and swollen by the rain.

He had to stand up and move, and Gao Yisheng and the others at the window thought that the other party finally couldn't hold on, and they were about to sigh, but they saw Lang Hatian calmly pull out his long sword from under his shirt and wave it in the rain curtain.

After several days of practice, these moves have long been familiar to Lang Hattian, including those taught by Liang Ping to himself and those he has comprehended.

Every time the sword was unstruck, it was so natural, the blade sliced through the rain, splashing transparent water and blooming around him. There was not a trace of artificiality, as if there was no rain, as if those knees had never tired.

The soaked garment, whirling with his steps, heavy and graceful. After a cup of tea, he put away his sword, tied up his horse, calmed down, and shuttled his palms back and forth between his arms, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly.

The raindrops fell between his fingers, like dripping into the sea, not scattering a single bit, flowing between the palm prints of Lang Hatian, and then sliding down his body to the ground.

Xiong Zaipeng saw that what he was making was Ruoyun Liu's Iris Palm, although there was no soul power mixed with it, but it could give people a smooth sense of beauty, and slowly, there was a faint white gas rising between Lang Hattian's palms, and then he inhaled and exhaled again, and so on and so on.

He was intoxicated in this rare realm, and time flew by in a blink of an eye, and upstairs in Jishizhai, the two of them stared intently at the young man's movements, as if they were watching a feast.

The rain is still falling.

To the surprise of the two, the shuttle of Lang Hattian's palms suddenly stopped, and his movements became weird. To be exact, Lang Hatian was leaning forward, looking down at an object on the stone steps in front of him.

It was a palm-sized lizard-like reptile walking up the stone steps in the pouring rain. The raging rain was washing down the steps from top to bottom, but the lizard was still able to move forward, even if it was an ordinary person, standing on this step, if it didn't take a little effort, I was afraid that it would be washed and staggered.

Lang Hatian noticed that the lizard's footsteps were moving rapidly, as fast as thunder, and each step fell, not touching the steps at all, but relying on the reaction force of the water to prop itself forward.

When he saw this, he thought about it, and suddenly remembered the footwork that Liang Ping had taught him on the way here.

He looked back at the square. The stone square has been built for hundreds of years, and it is no longer as smooth as it used to be, and a piece has sunken in the center, and in this rain, it has become a shallow pool. He watched as every drop of rain fell, creating ripples.

Everything in front of him became slow, Lang hated the weather and Shen Dantian, his arms were behind him, and without thinking, his left foot stepped out to the right front, and then the right foot to the right front, sometimes staggered, sometimes repeated, each step looked ordinary but hidden mystery, as if advancing and retreating, if going back, elegant and extraordinary.

Gao Yisheng's faces froze suddenly, and they looked at the thin figure in the square, but their hearts became excited.

There's no going wrong with that, that footwork。。。。。。

Taiping Three Moves!

"Heaven doesn't treat heroes badly. ”

The two of them made up their minds that they must let this child worship the gate of Lei Gang Mountain!

Lang hated Tian returned to reality from that ethereal realm, and when he looked at it, he was already standing on the other side of the square in the blink of an eye. He turned his head, and in the shallow pool behind him, there were only ripples from the rain.

Treading water without a trace!

He didn't use the slightest soul power, but just relied on that moment of comprehension to complete it inadvertently. This scene was not only seen by Xiong Zaipeng, but also by Qiao Honglin, Deng Gongming and others.

It's time, this son must be removed!

Qiao Honglin gritted his teeth. Deng Gongming's heart was ecstatic, and he hurriedly went to the other elders to discuss the matter, this time, he believed that no one could ignore this young man again.

Sister Cui, you are right, this child deserves to be saved!

He braved the heavy rain, and on the way up the mountain, he met Gao Yisheng and the two who were rushing to Xu Zhiyuan, and the three elders hit it off and immediately rushed to negotiate.

Xu Zhiyuan and Qiao Honglin had been waiting for a few people in the hall for more than a few hours.

"The three of them came together, but Xu didn't go out to greet him in person, which is really rude. ”

Deng Gongming couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and he didn't talk to him politely, and said straight to the point: "Hurry up and approve the matter of Lang hating the sky entering the mountain, you have to agree this time!"

"Deng Lao turned out to be here for this matter, don't worry. You may be seated while we take our time. ”

"There's no need to discuss, the purpose of our coming is the same as Lao Deng, this is a joint decision of the three of us, let's approve it quickly." ”

Gao Yisheng's tone was indifferent, and a pair of eyes stared at Xu Zhiyuan, as if he was ordering him.