In the early morning, the disciples were supposed to practice in their own formations, and the uniform humming sound was now a commotion, and many disciples were attracted by the noise, and they stopped practicing one after another, blocking the stone steps up the mountain, and finally everyone on the top of the mountain was attracted to it.

"What's going on, why is it so noisy!?" A hall guard muttered, and then a white-clothed disciple ran and rushed up, looking panicked.

"Oh no, elders, senior brothers, something is wrong!"

"Tell me slowly, what the hell is going on?"

"There is a young man, armed with a long sword, who broke into the mountain with a fierce momentum, and he still shouted 'return me Yunyun' or something that I couldn't hear clearly, and some disciples in the sect had already fought with him, and injured many people!"

"There is such a thing, who is so rampant, dare to spread wild in my Lei Gang Mountain!"

Qiao Honglin was a little angry, and seemed to have thought of something in his heart, he turned his head to look at Cui Yuelan, but he also saw that the other party was dignified, he waved his sleeves, signaled the white-clothed disciple to lead the way in front, and ran down the mountain after him. Zong Qingshu saw that the dispute between the two had temporarily subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as if he was not interested in what was happening under the mountain, and continued to guard the gate of the hall, leaving Cui Yuelan to stand alone.

She understood that there was no longer a suitable reason to break into the Cangsheng Hall today, and such a thing happened under the mountain, and she couldn't sit idly by as an elder, she was so angry in her heart, but she could only take Deng Gongming out of the Cangsheng Palace.

On the way down the mountain, Cui Yuelan had already guessed the identity of the troublemaker in his heart, the footsteps of the two were very fast, looking from the high steps, and from a distance, they saw a group of people halfway up the mountain, most of them were white-clothed disciples, and there was a young man in coarse cloth clothes standing in the center, with long hair tied behind his head, holding a bright long sword in his hand, and confronting everyone.

Both of them have excellent eyesight, and Deng Gongming was surprised when he saw the young man's appearance clearly.

"Sister Cui, isn't he the kid who came back with Liang Ping yesterday!?"

"Hmm." Cui Yuelan nodded, as if she had expected it in her heart.

"He doesn't want to die, he dares to draw his sword here."

"Presumably it's also for Liang Ping, this kid, I don't know what it has to do with him."

The disciples who practiced in the morning did not have any weapons in their hands, and in the face of the sharp long sword in Lang Hattian's hand, they did not dare to step forward easily, and they couldn't just let him go, so they could only surround him. They were very puzzled in their hearts, they didn't know where this kid suddenly appeared, and even the disciples on duty at the mountain gate didn't notice it.

Many disciples in the crowd had been injured by the sharp sword blade in Lang Hattian's hand, and some even had their fingers broken, the disciples became angry, and some went to get the sword and jumped into the encirclement, trying to capture him.

"Boy, you actually dare to spread wild in my Leigang Mountain Realm, watch me teach you a lesson!" A tall and thin man was the first to hold a sword and fight with Lang Hattian, the latter was full of anger at Liang Ping's captivity, but he was surrounded by these white-clothed disciples who practiced in the morning, and he was thinking about how to break out of the encirclement, when the other party sent him to the door, he was full of anger and couldn't find a place to vent, so he raised the Yunling sword in his hand and fought with the man in white.

The man in white looked at the clothes and was only a disciple of Lei Gangshan with a relatively low status, even so, in Lang Hatian's opinion, the other party's swordsmanship was much more proficient than his own hairy boy who had never practiced, but the other party seemed to be intent on showing off his swordsmanship, and he was not in a hurry to subdue Lang Hatian, which also gave him a chance.

Lang Hatian was dancing with a sword, without any rules, all of them were next by the man, the corners of the other party's mouth with a smug smile, but he didn't expect that the Yunling Sword in Lang Hatian's hand was such a sharp treasure, one inadvertently, Lang Hatian slashed down vigorously, the ordinary iron sword in the latter's hand was broken in response, the other party didn't even react, the aftermath of the sword immediately cut out a hole in his shoulder, blood flowed out, and he screamed in pain.

The faces of the people who were watching the excitement around were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that they had lost face, and they didn't care about what to bully the less, three or four people with weapons in their hands jumped in one after another, and rushed towards Lang hate. At this moment, a resounding old man's voice came from outside the circle: "You all retreat, don't hurt his life!"

Everyone heard this voice, and naturally they also heard who it was, and they were happy in their hearts: "It's Elder Qiao, his old man has come to help us!"

"Elder Qiao, this kid has injured a lot of my fellow brothers, you hurry up and take him down!"

The loud voice floated from far and near, and when the words fell, the people had already come closer, and when the disciples saw this, they all got out of the way, and the heads of the people who came were shining, and the eagle-like eyes emitted a sharp light, who else could it be if it wasn't Qiao Honglin? Lang Haotian, who was originally besieged, only felt that it was difficult to parry, but suddenly those few people retreated, and the crowd was separated at this time, he didn't pay attention to Qiao Honglin's voice, and ran out of the gap with his head, passing by Qiao Honglin, but he didn't look at each other.

The disciples on the side saw that he didn't make a move to stop Lang Hatian, and they were all anxious: "Elder Qiao, it's this kid, can't you let him run away!"

Hearing these words, Qiao Honglin was still very calm, he slowly turned his head, and looked at Lang Hatian, who had run a few meters away, his eyes narrowed slightly. The latter was running towards the top of the mountain with his long sword in tow, while shouting Liang Ping's name loudly. Qiao Honglin's speed was faster than expected, in the eyes of all the disciples, he just raised his hand and pushed a palm towards Lang Hattian, and the other party's body fell down with a bang.

Lang hated Tian only felt that his whole body seemed to be hit by electricity, and the paralysis hit him instantly, and he lost a trace of strength. Qiao Honglin paced in front of Lang Hatian step by step, looking at the word "Ling" at the bottom of the long sword on the ground, thinking in his heart. He was thinking, what is the relationship between the child in front of him and Liang Ping, Liang Ping's son?

Qiao Honglin was thinking, but saw that Lang Hattian's body actually moved slowly, crawling forward with one arm, his mouth was still those few words intermittently, Lang Hattian was shocked by Qiao Honglin's palm, and his consciousness was not clear, the corners of his mouth drooled, dripping on the ground, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, but he never forgot to look for Liang Ping.

"Grandpa Liang, where have you been caught, you damn it, return my Grandpa Liang。。。。。。"

He used all his strength to climb to the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a heart-to-heart connection in his heart, Liang Ping was at the height of Lei Gang Mountain. Such a stinky kid, who was able to act after eating his own palm, really shocked Qiao Honglin, he admired the perseverance of the other party, but there was no pity in his heart, in his eyes, Lang hattian and Liang Ping were both guilty people.

Qiao Honglin raised his slightly dry hand again, wanting to completely knock Lang Hatian unconscious, at this time, on the steps in the distance, two figures swept towards this place at great speed, Qiao Honglin's pupils shrank, naturally he saw the person clearly, and the speed of his palm was faster. Cui Yuelan was quite impatient in his heart, and saw Lang Hatian who fell to the ground and Qiao Honglin who was staring at him from a distance, and the speed under his feet reached the extreme, throwing Deng Gongming away for a distance.

Just when she saw Qiao Honglin wanting to shoot at Lang Hatian again, the anxiety in her heart erupted with huge power, and the milky white aura instantly filled her body, faintly condensing into a snow-white giant rabbit, with four feet galloping, and her speed skyrocketed several times, and she came to Lang Hatian's side in the blink of an eye, and took Qiao Honglin's palm.