When everyone saw this scene, they all subconsciously took a step back, and the previous idea of snatching the copper baht in Lang Hatian's hand was also forcibly suppressed for the time being.

But what I didn't expect was that driven by interests, the rest of the people actually formed a circle and trapped Lang Hatian in the center. They intend to join forces.

Not only Lang Hatetian, but even the three elders on the stone steps, as well as everyone around who were watching the battle, were all taken aback. But soon, they understood the motives of those people.

It is true that Lang Hatian is difficult to deal with, but if they fight with each other, it will be Lang Hatian who will reap the benefits of the fisherman in the end. Alone, no one seems to be able to beat him.

Then there is only one way to join forces.

The surrounding more than ten white-clothed disciples slowly gathered towards Lang Hattian, and then shot at the same time, fists and feet, sticks, knives and guns, all of which came towards Lang Hattian alone. These people were all the best among the white-clothed disciples, and some of them had even touched the barrier of the Soul Turning Realm.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would have already been scared.

Lang hating the sky is Lang hating the sky, looking at these roaring attacks, his heart is still so calm. Compared to the folding fan of Su Huachen in Yuhua Town, the dagger of Youju in the Ten Chaotic Mountains, and the blood pupils of the emperor in the cave, these things seem so insignificant.

Lang Hatian pulled out the Yunling Sword behind him and forced them back. The sound of clanging was incessant, and some blades slashed across the back of Lang Hatian's hand, but it felt as if they had touched the bark of an old tree, leaving only a shallow trace.

Lang Hatian didn't want to hurt them, so he was always very careful, the sharpness of the Yun Ling Sword was difficult to match, and most of everyone's weapons were damaged, until one of the disciples finally took advantage of Lang Hatian's carelessness to detour behind him, raised his knife and slashed at his back.

If Lang Hatian pays close attention, he will find that he is no stranger to this person, after all, when he came here on the first day, he was the one who greeted him at the mountain gate.

"Snort", the sound of clothes being torn penetrated into Lang Hatian's ears, he endured the pain, reached out and touched his back, and found that the white clothes he was wearing had opened a gap more than a foot long.

When this knife fell, almost all of the disciple's strength was exhausted, and all the people who were watching were stunned, and Elder Ding and the others couldn't help but pause the assessment.

On the edge of the woods, Bai Wangyu, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, clenched his fists, and his heart suddenly rose. Even if you are at your own level, if you are hit by this knife head-on, you must be seriously injured.

Lang Hattian's back began to ooze blood, and little by little he dyed his white clothes red. But the bleeding only stopped after a small amount of bleeding, and the knife apparently did not hurt the bones or muscles. Lang hattian felt a hot pain, but what made him even more distressed was the white clothes on his body.

This was sewn by Grandma Yunying herself, and it was broken on the first day she wore it today. He was extremely angry, turned his head and slashed across with a sword, and in Nie Bin's stunned gaze, the knife in his hand was broken in two, and the whole person was kicked out of the square by Lang Hattian.

Blood trickled from the corner of Nie Bin's mouth, and he felt a churn in his abdomen. With just this kick, he was no longer able to stand up, so he could only lie on the ground and look up at Lang Hatian.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the hands raised by the three elders Ding were slowly lowered. Nie Bin can be regarded as the strongest person among the white-clothed disciples, but under Lang Hatian's hands, he still failed to make two moves.

"No way... No way...... Nie Bin was muttering to himself, unable to accept this fact.

Although he had already noticed the gap between himself and Lang Hatian, he couldn't accept losing so easily.

"Why!" he yelled hoarsely.

Indeed, why, Nie Bin wants to figure out that he started earlier than Lang Hatian, his talent is the highest among everyone, and he has never slacked off in his cultivation. The first place in this assessment should be yourself!

Hearing his roar, everyone stopped attacking Lang Hatian one after another. The latter also turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

Nie Bin's skills are indeed good, which Lang Hatian admits. can catch his own flaws in the chaos, go around behind him and give himself a full blow, if it was someone else, it is estimated that he would have been defeated.

But why is this, how should I explain to the other party, is it because of the abnormal changes in his body after he ascended the ladder that he can win him?

Lang hattian looked into the eyes of Nie Bin, who was lying on the ground in the distance, and exchanged silently. Lang Hattian's eyes were very calm, like a deep spring, and there didn't seem to be much to make him panic.

If Nie Bin understood what kind of life and death tests this seemingly mediocre young man had experienced, it is estimated that he would never ask this question again.

The gains that come out of suffering are irreparable by no amount of effort or talent.

There was no suspense in the battle after that, and in the face of the resistance of the rest of the people, Lang hated Tian did not take much effort to solve it.

The ground was littered with people, all groaning in pain.

There is no way, Lang Hatian originally didn't want to do this, but these people are very stubborn and unwilling to give up easily, and they will not admit defeat until the last moment. But because of this, he admired these people.

The foundation of Lei Gang Mountain's founding is nothing more than that.

Lang hattian put the Yunling Sword in his hand back into the sheath with a "sonorous sound", which can be regarded as a successful end to this assessment.

Counting the copper baht in his hand, after defeating the rest of the people, the total number he had reached sixteen, and the first place in this assessment was none other than him.

Lang hated the sky and walked in front of the three elders, looked at the incense that had just been burned, and spread out his palms with a smile: "Three elders, take the trouble to take inventory." ”

Elder Ding took the copper baht and ordered it back and forth three times, and in the process, Xu Zhiyuan and Deng Gongming looked at Lang Haotian and frowned.

On a nearby hillside, a pair of sharp eyes watched this scene. Hu Dingfeng did not leave here, but always paid attention to Lang hate.

"No soul power fluctuations?" Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that Big Brother Tang Yu's guess is not wrong." ”

As if sensing that someone had been staring at him, the sensation, like a viper peeping at its prey, he jerked his head in one direction, but there was no one there.

Is it your own delusion?

Seeing that the assessment was over, Lang Hatian won with an absolute advantage, and Bai Wangyu and Lu Xiaochen rushed over to congratulate him. It's just that Lang Hatian found that the faces of the two of them had a sad look that could not be concealed.

"What's wrong with the two brothers?" he asked with concern.

The two of them glanced at each other and comforted him, "It's nothing important, maybe I've been too tired from practicing lately, and I'm just a little worried about the upcoming Tsing Yi assessment." ”