"I think he doesn't want his master to regret and break his word and be embarrassed by others. Even if he is an excellent disciple, he can only do this to his fellow disciples, and he finally lived up to your ancestor's hard work. Your master once said that if a person truly repents, this is the case. Yiming, will you look down on your second uncle because of the story I told you today?"

Han Yiming shook his head, "Senior Uncle, how could it be? Second Senior Uncle has been so pitiful since he was a child, although he has made so many mistakes, but he has repented for so many years, why do I still look down on him? I will only respect Second Senior Uncle more, Senior Uncle, it takes too much courage to tell others and even juniors what he is most afraid of, and it is really impossible for the world to torture himself to death first. I don't know what the second master thinks? But I don't dare to think about it myself. It's unbearable!" Although his past was not caused by himself, it was also unbearable to look back, and he did not dare to seriously recall the time when he was sleeping in the bottom of his heart and was already a little confused.

Chen Weiyu sighed: "Going down the mountain is a practice for the disciples, but why not for us? Your second master used to kill people without an instant, but after he really changed his heart, it was too much. Perhaps only true repentance will push his past to the whole place, and his temperament will change greatly. We all know that he regretted that he had killed too much, and that he had gone too far in mercy and had lost his judgment. I only know that I can kill people if I am ruthless to the extreme, but I don't know that I can kill people if I am extremely soft-hearted. But if he didn't break it himself, others would have made him incomprehensible. Han Yiming couldn't help but be silent.

After a while, Chen Weiyu said again: "Originally, I asked your second master to take you down the mountain last time, just to hope that he would also see it." As a result, Xinzhu died, and your second master and uncle already had a knot in his heart, and he couldn't open it anymore. When you come back, you can't go out of retreat, in fact, what is there that you can't think through? At the end of the cultivation path, there will be a silence that will dissipate in the blindness, how can there be an immortal person? You don't have to be so haunting! Yiming, your sympathy for the white dragon is a little too much!"

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, feeling in his heart, but he was very sad, he couldn't speak, he only turned over and over his uncle's words and thought about it in his heart. Chen Weiyu was about to speak, when suddenly a heat in his chest rose from his heart like a little hot and spread out to his whole body. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed his chest, Chen Weiyu had already said: "White Dragon!" Reaching out and grabbing Han Yiming's arm, he flew into the air like an arrow off the string. Han Yiming came into the air, only to see a white light pass over his head and rush straight into the dense crowd below! Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the person below who was facing the white light was wearing a gray robe with a delicate face, it was Yuan Hui!

Yuan Hui made a move, and a blood-red long sword shot out from his back. He reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand. Unexpectedly, Tengjiao's sword flew away from the scabbard, but it froze in mid-air, unable to go up or down, floating in the air. There was immediately chaos below, and the sound of "brush, brush" was endless, and the sword light in front of Han Yiming's eyes was shining, and he didn't know how many long swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the sword light was gorgeous and dazzling. Chen Weiyu flew extremely fast, several times faster than Han Yiming usually flew with the Mingyuan sword, Han Yiming looked at the long sword below like a forest, his heart was already very worried, and he couldn't help but say: "You ......" just one word, Chen Weitaro didn't reply, and pointed at him with the other hand, Han Yiming's "Get out of here quickly!" was blocked in his mouth!

The piping heat on his chest will not be fake, and the white light is indeed a white dragon. It couldn't borrow the sword, so it came to grab Yuan Hui's Tengjiao sword! I saw that the countless swords below had risen with their own treasures, and there were indeed many people who came to slay the dragon with profound cultivation, and they shot extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the sword light like a raindrop had rushed upward, full of colors, dazzling but murderous, and the field was instantly filled with murderous opportunities.

The many sword lights were intertwined with each other, like a big net, and in a moment, Yuan Hui and everyone were enveloped under it, and even the Tengjiao Sword was also enveloped in it. That white light had rushed to the big net in a blink of an eye, Han Yiming wanted to see these many sword lights, there were bright and dark, the dark ones were undoubtedly sent by disciples, and the bright ones among them were dazzling, but they could not be underestimated, either by the teacher or by the extremely outstanding disciples. Han Yiming can be regarded as knowledgeable now, so he knows it very well. If one or two sword lights hit the white dragon, it would be nothing, even if there were several of them, Han Yiming also suspected that for the white dragon, it was tantamount to scratching the boots. But there were actually hundreds of extremely bright sword lights here, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, and the arrogance was extremely high. Han Yiming saw that the situation was completely different from what he usually saw, and he became more and more worried about Bailong's safety. Not necessarily that these many sword lights can't hurt him in the slightest!

The white light rushed on the large net of sword light, becoming brighter and brighter, and the white dragon let out a long groan, and everyone was blind in an instant. Han Yiming only felt that his chest was getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a fire about to burn him. I wanted to tell the white dragon to go quickly, but I couldn't make a sound, and I couldn't even open my eyes, but I always thought about that thought in my heart. Isn't the white dragon more than 2,000 years old? Won't he even turn a deaf ear to his heart?

After a while, the dazzling sword light disappeared under the white light of the white dragon, and a palm was already held on the hilt of the blood-red sword. A slender finger, perfect and powerful human hand floated in the air, holding the hilt of Tengjiao's sword! Han Yiming immediately looked down, only to see Yuan Hui's fingers linked, obviously using the sword. How could it be that Bailong's hand had already held the hilt of Tengjiao's sword, and he was on the side, but in vain. Han Yiming was anxious again, this sword was in the hands of Bai Long, and it was bound to be another big fight. These many people would not watch the white dragon take away the sword, and the white dragon would not show mercy to the people below, so they couldn't help but get anxious.

In an instant, the blood-red blade became more and more red, dazzlingly red, blocking the steady stream of sword light that was pouring upwards. The blade of the sword roared, but it was a kind of scream, and people shuddered when they heard it! Suddenly, Chen Weiyu said: "It's going to be bad, Yuan Hui is going to lose the sword!" Han Yiming has seen the blade tremble, although the owner of that hand can't see it, but that hand has gradually spread a thrilling bright red! Han Yiming was startled, his fingers moved, at this time, all the miscellaneous thoughts were left behind, and he had to stop the white dragon first!

But the Mingyuan Sword didn't come out of its sheath! Han Yiming was taken aback, the Mingyuan Sword rarely had a moment of disobedience, but twice he came to him at this critical moment! He was so anxious that he hurriedly recited the sword technique over and over again in his heart, and the fingers of both hands couldn't help but take the initiative, eager to summon the Mingyuan Sword out of its sheath.

Will the White Dragon get the sword? Thank you for your support, and there will be an update later today!