Lei Tianning stood up from his chair and walked quickly to Su Wuming.

"What's going on, don't you want you to be optimistic about him, why is something wrong again?"

"I don't know very well, today Lang Hatian was still kneeling in the square at first, but somehow, he suddenly had a conflict with the disciples in the door. ”

"Who is it?"

"It's Bai Wangyu, a disciple in Tsing Yi. ”

"It's the kid。。。。。。 Lei Tianning seems to have some impression of the name.

"With his strength, shouldn't he have been promoted to the blue coat a long time ago?"

In Jishizhai, Xiong Zaipeng had not come back yet, and the old man of Qingpan slowly paced up the steps and pushed the door on the second floor open. On the second floor of normal times, Xiong Zaipeng does not allow anyone to enter, and anyone who dares to enter without his permission will be scolded by him, but Qingpan doesn't seem to take it to heart at all, and goes straight to the door with a big grin.

He seemed to be very familiar with this place, and without thinking about it, he walked straight to the innermost cabinet, raised his hand and scratched the square on it, until he stopped in front of a lattice, and pulled the drawer of the lattice.

Suddenly, his body froze, and there was nothing inside, not even the box containing the herbs. As he pondered, he slowly pushed the drawer in, as if he remembered something.

Then, the old man turned around and went downstairs without saying a word.

The second floor fell silent at first, and on the drawer he had opened was a label with the name of the herb written on it.

Andrography.

Qing Pan went downstairs, and was about to return to the underground stone room, when he heard a sound at the door. He thought it was Xiong Zaipeng coming back, but when he looked closely, it wasn't his breath.

The door of Jishizhai was not locked, and it was directly pushed open by the man.

It turned out to be Deng Gongming, who was still holding a few pieces of Cui Yuelan's clothes in his hands, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the bronzed old man with a thin figure looking at him.

"What are you doing here?" asked Qingpan lightly.

"It turned out to be a senior, I came this time to see how Sister Cui's injury was recovering, and by the way, I would send her a few clothes. ”

The old man stepped forward, took the clothes from the other party's arms, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good. ”

After he said this, he glanced up at Deng Gongming, who sensed a hint of bad premonition in the old man's eyes.

"You can go back, I'll tell Yuelan. ”

"Hey, senior, wait a minute, I still want to 。。。。。。 ”

Before he could finish the last sentence, Deng Gongming received another slap on his chest, and he flew out of Jishizhai upside down, and then the door was closed from the inside.

The soil that has just rained is really fragrant.

Deng Gongming fell a dog and gnawed on the mud, really tasted the taste, cried and mourned, patted his ass and went back.

Bai Wangyu felt that Lang hated the sky anymore, and the other party could only lie on the ground and stare at him with his unwilling eyes. As if his mission had been accomplished, he looked at Qiao Honglin on the hillside in the distance.

But Qiao Honglin's eyes were still so cloudy, and he didn't seem to want Bai Wangyu to stop. The latter clenched his fists, glanced at Lang Hatian, and then looked at Qiao Honglin, expressing his opinion.

This kid can't move, isn't that enough?

Of course it's not enough, start more ruthlessly and abolish him!

The two exchanged their eyes silently. Most of the people around dispersed, but there were still some people who wanted to see Lang's ugly state, and no one noticed Bai Wangyu's small movements. He finally made a concession, walked up to Lang Hatian, turned the other party's body over, and kicked him the dantian!

The people who watched the excitement were stunned, they didn't understand why Bai Wangyu would make such a dead hand, and actually attacked the enemy's dantian at this time, this time, I am afraid that even if Lang Hatian recovers his body, he will not be able to use his soul power in a few days.

After Bai Wangyu finished all this, he glanced back at Qiao Honglin again, his eyes mixed with begging and anger.

That's it!

Then, he no longer paid attention to Qiao Honglin's eyes, and turned around to leave. At this time, a hand grabbed his ankle. He lowered his head in surprise and realized that it was Lang hate.

After this kid was kicked by himself, he could still move!

Lang hated Tian helped Bai Wangyu's body to stand up, staring at each other with unyielding eyes in his eyes. Bai Wangyu pushed him again, causing him to hit the trunk of the tree behind him.

"You're all like this, what are you doing standing up, looking for death!?"

Lang hated the sky and held on to the trunk of the tree, and once again trembled and straightened up, without saying a word. He slowly walked towards Bai Wangyu, his two palms shuttling between his arms, wanting to use the Ruoyun Flowing Kite Palm Technique, but he was too weak, Bai Wangyu only used two fingers to lightly touch, and Lang hated the sky and fell again.

This time, he leaned against the trunk of a tree and could no longer stand up.

The breeze was blowing quietly, the leaves of the banyan tree were rustling, and the sunlight was shining through the gaps in the dense foliage, casting on Lang Haotian's upturned face, swaying back and forth.

The sparkling light shook him and made him a little dizzy.

Am I really going to lose?

But I want to win, for the sake of Senior Cui, I really want to win.

Bai Wangyu walked up to him and looked at Lang Hatian, who had given up struggling, ready to give him the final blow.

"Lie down quietly for a while, and don't get up again. ”

He raised his hand and turned into a palm, and slashed at Lang Hattian's neck with a knife in his hand.

It's finally coming to an end, Bai Wangyu thought in his heart.

Even the disciples around him thought the same way.

On Lang Hattian's waist, Yun Ling Jian was lying quietly. As its current owner, Lang Hatian has never drawn his sword, nor has he thought about drawing it. He tried to raise his hand to resist, but he couldn't even lift a finger. But somehow, he suddenly felt a chill in his palm, and his left hand, for some reason, actually grabbed the hilt of Yun Ling's sword.

With a "clang", the long sword was unsheathed.

The long sword stretched out halfway from the scabbard and crossed in front of Lang Hattian, blocking the trajectory of Bai Wangyu's palm. The other party was immediately taken aback and quickly withdrew his palm, but the edge was still cut. It wasn't until the pain came from the wound that Bai Wangyu understood the sharpness of the sword.

He was extremely angry, but he didn't expect that Lang Hatian would still have the strength to draw his sword. Bai Wangyu was really ruthless this time, punching one after another, making tricky moves, but he was stopped by a sword from Lang Hattian. Don't talk about Bai Wangyu now, even Lang Hates Tian is confused, and he doesn't understand why his hand doesn't obey the call, and his palm seems to be stuck to the hilt of the sword.

Bai Wangyu no longer restrained, and tried his best, at the same time, Yun Lingjian was unsheathed and met the opponent's fists and feet, Lang Hatian only felt that he was pulled from the ground by a strong force, and was led away by the long sword. The Yun Ling Sword flew up and down in the air, and the light and shadow flickered, forcing Bai Wangyu to retreat.

The long sword sometimes stabs and sometimes picks, suddenly splits and sharpens, where is it like a trick that a hairy boy can use, it is clearly an experienced swordsman. The people around them were stunned, and Lang hated the sky became unfathomable in their eyes. But only Lang Hatian himself knows what it feels like, he is manipulated like a puppet, with the movement of Yun Ling Sword, Lang Hatian is pulled and painful, I just hope that it can end quickly and I can go to rest.

The sword moves became more and more powerful, and this time it was Bai Wangyu's turn to have a few more wounds on his body.

The kid in front of him is about to completely bury his hopes.

Bai Wangyu is unwilling, obviously he has the advantage, why is he being pressed and beaten by the other party like this, and if it spreads out in the future, there will be no face, especially Lu Xiaochen's kid, I am afraid that he will also laugh at his incompetence. Thinking of this, he roared, and the soul power on his body skyrocketed, and he had already surpassed the Soul Turning Realm, and was still heading towards a higher level.

Behind Bai Wangyu, a looming white eagle has already spread its wings. He threw all his promises behind him and cast his soul form directly.

Snow-white feathers, fanning angrily!