He was so shocked that he was about to shout, but Qin Wufang's voice sounded in his heart: "Yiming, don't be afraid." His voice spread from the bottom of Han Yiming's heart like clear water, Han Yiming's heart was cool, and he couldn't shout anymore, and after a while, when he opened his eyes, everything he saw in front of him was the same again.

Lu Yueqing said with a smile: "Several Taoist friends, they have all asked a question. But what else is there to ask this kid?" an unfamiliar voice said, "Okay, a few Daoist brothers have asked, so I won't repeat the question in the future." However, the younger brother heard that he had a sword with him, and I wonder if he could take it out and show it to us. Han Yiming followed the words, but it was the Taoist named Hongbo.

Lu Yueqing said with a smile: "It's easy to say, second senior brother, please take the wooden sword, and everyone will take a closer look." Brother Gu Dao, do you want to see it first?" Gu Hongbo said: "This is not necessary. Lu Yueqing glanced at Huang Jingxuan with a smile. Huang Jingxuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Yiming's purple peach wood sword out of thin air. He let go of his hand, and the purple peach wood sword floated quietly above his palm, and said, "Excuse me, which Taoist friend will look at it first?"

Gu Hongbo glanced at the purple peach wood sword twice, as if he was thinking about whether to reach out and hold it in his hand, Pingbo Daoren stood up first, and said with a smile: "The little brother is the first." Brother Jingxuan, can I watch it again?" Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Why not?" The middle finger of his right hand flicked on the purple peach sword, and with a "brush" sound, the purple peach sword bounced, turned around twice in the air, and flew in front of the people of Pingbodao. Pingbo Daoren also stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the purple mahogany sword fell to the ground with a "snap", and the tip of the sword pierced into the dirt in front of him. Pingbo Dao said: "I laughed." ”

He pinched a sword trick with the middle two fingers of his right hand, pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the ground. The jet-black wooden sword he was holding in his arms suddenly soared straight into the clouds, flying into the air, and after a while, it fell from the sky, but the tip of the sword was downward, piercing into the ground, and the purple peach wood sword was only three inches away. Bai Sakura looked disdainful and said to him: "Brother Pingbo Dao, how can you use this way to see the purple peach sword? Your black peach sword is good at absorbing spiritual power, above the spiritual mountain, everything has spirits, you let the black wood sword absorb the spiritual power of the spiritual mountain like this, do you want to see the sword? or steal spiritual power?"

Pingbo Daoren laughed and said, "White Sakura Daoyou, my spade sword has always been used like this, no wonder I." Bai Ying glanced at Qin Wufang, stretched out her hands, and said, "Then you don't have to blame me." She raised her right hand and made a gesture into the air, and the body of a peach tree shook, and a bud grew at the end of the branch, much smaller than the others.

Sakura lightly pulled her left hand in the air, and clenched her right hand into a fist. Han Yiming had already seen the characters on the black wooden sword inserted in the ground light up one after another, dazzlingly bright, and suddenly a peach branch grew from the sword head, and several small buds slowly grew from the peach branch. Looking at Shirakura again, I saw that after her left hand was pulled, the small bud had appeared in front of her. In a blister-like ball, Shirakura's left hand is gently stretched under the ball, and her right hand is slowly opened. The buds in the ball bloom gently, and the pink petals open outwards one by one.

Suddenly, the buds on the surrounding peach trees slowly opened, but as Shirakura's hand slowly opened, it was a faint green. Bai Sakura's eyes only looked at the ball in her left hand, and the five fingers of her right hand were slightly bent, but they all opened, stopped for a moment, and slowly clenched into a fist again. The peach blossom in the ball bloomed to the extreme, slowly withered and turned yellow, and at the end, turned into a leaf bud.

All the peach blossoms on the peach tree withered, sprouted, and in the blink of an eye, they grew green leaves. Han Yiming saw that the peach blossoms were blooming, but the time of a cup of tea was already full of thick green, and he was amazed. Seeing the leaves growing, Fang looked down at the Black Wood Sword. The already dazzling characters on the Kuroki Sword have dimmed, and the people of Pingbo Dao are still holding spells, but the Kuroki Sword can no longer light up. Even the branches and leaves that had grown out slowly shrank back again.

Bai Sakura withdrew her hand and said, "Brother Pingbo Dao, you don't have to work in vain, I have absorbed all the spiritual power of this place to the peach tree, and your black wood sword can't absorb it." Pingbo Daoren laughed twice and said, "Bai Ying, you are too stingy, my wooden sword is always carried with me, and I am not here to absorb the spiritual power of your spiritual mountain." It's just a little bit of sucking, and you're just a drop in the bucket. Why are you so stingy?" Bai Ying glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "I don't have a war of words with you, yes or no, you know it in your heart." ”

Pingbo Daoren laughed twice and said, "Okay, I'll try your purple peach wood sword." With that, with a pull of his right hand, the black wood sword rose from the ground, circled in the air, and slashed at the purple peach sword. With a "snap", the black wood sword slashed at the purple peach wood sword, and the purple peach wood sword broke into two, and the one connected to the hilt fell to the ground. Han Yiming was taken aback, stunned for a while, and looked at the people around him, everyone was very surprised, and looked at each other. I glanced at the ground again, and saw two severed swords, and I couldn't help but let out an "ah", threw myself over and knelt on the ground, facing the two severed swords, and couldn't say a word.

In an instant, the shadow of the young man flashed, and everything he had done that night came to mind. Han Yiming cherished this purple peach wood sword very much, this was the only memory left by the young man. Han Yiming originally thought that in the future, if his master asked him to choose a blade to practice, he would use this wooden sword. He was very grateful to the young man in Tsing Yi, but at this time he was very guilty, he should have taken good care of this wooden sword, but he knew that this wooden sword was only in his hands for a few days, and it was destroyed in front of the people of Pingbo Dao.

He knelt for a moment before reaching out and picking up the broken wooden sword and holding it with both hands. I only heard everyone in my ears say: "Brother Pingbo Dao, why is the shot so heavy?" Han Yiming was angry from his heart, and looked at the Pingbo Dao people, only to see that he was a little embarrassed. When the words of condemnation came to his mouth, he held back again, turned his head, and looked at the broken sword in his hand.

Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, you put away the sword and see if it can be repaired another day." Han Yiming took the sword and stepped aside, feeling sad in his heart, and his eyes were foggy. But he heard Gu Hongbo say: "In this way, this wooden sword is definitely not a rhino sword, there is no doubt about it." What I'm talking about now is this disciple, do you Lingshan still accept it?" Lu Yueqing smiled: "Naturally, you have to accept it." All the Taoist friends came to Lingshan for this matter. Gu Hongbo said: "Brother Lu Dao, we have such a rule, no matter which faction wants to accept demon punishment disciples, it must be agreed by all factions, yes or no?"