Han Lang looked above the waterfall and found a woman with charming charm falling from the top of the waterfall. Behind her was a pair of extremely white feather wings. The surging waterfall kept rolling with water mist and vapor, but it was automatically bounced away less than half a meter away...

She glided into the waterfall river and landed lightly on a rock that was protruding from the water, and also between Han Lang and Heidi. She first glanced at Han Lang, with a gentle smile on her face, but the crow's feet were particularly obvious.

"I think this is also a misunderstanding." said the woman in golden robe.

"You have been standing on it and looking at it for so long, and you thought you would say something more meaningful." Han Lang said angrily.

Han Lang had felt the existence of this heroine earlier. It was obvious that she was the soul tutor of the Alps. Heidi, who was arrogant, strong and unreasonable, held her fists and bowed her head when she saw her.

"The exchange between you young people is the most exciting performance for us, why should I stop it?" said the female instructor.

"Teacher Jialan, why did such people come to our Alpine Institute?" Heidi asked.

"We invited us to shine in the world war. We hope to learn something from the ancient Eastern countries. In return, we will also invite their mentors and students to come and communicate. They are our guests, Heidi, so don't make things difficult for them." Jialan said.

"Of course I won't make things difficult for others, as for him..." Heidi was going to fight Han Lang to the end.

"I'm sick, this waterfall Rong Cave can be tested and challenged by anyone. You think you are more self-righteous than your boudoir. I broke in and saw it..."

"If you say another word, I will let you disappear from this world immediately!" Heidi said coldly to Han Lang.

How could she let others know that she was being looked at by a hooligan? This matter could not be spread anyway!

"You have said this for no less than five times, but I still stand here." Han Lang said.

"Teacher Jialan, why don't they decide the winner here? I think they won't decide the winner for a while, so let's go to the bridge for a cup of tea first." Professor Li walked over, his soles against the water, but there was no sign of sinking.

"What you said makes sense." Teacher Jialan smiled.

"I won't beat you anymore, Li Ximei, heal me for my injury." Han Lang jumped from the river to the Suoqiao.

Seeing several bleeding wounds on Han Lang's body, Sheriel and Edith felt like they had a breath of anger.

Han Lang was too lazy to pay attention to these two women, and I don’t know if they did it on purpose. Didn’t they just take a few glances at their bodies, and they even paid such a great price.

"I'm not a healing hero." Li Xi said with her eyebrows raised.

"Oh? What did you bring you here?" Han Lang said.

"...Who knew you would fight with people as soon as you came!" Li Ximei said.

"I'll treat you. It should be some minor injuries. My disciple doesn't have much malice." Teacher Jia Lan walked over and a snow-white healing elf butterfly appeared on the palm of his hand.
Chapter completed!