Han Yiming immediately came to his senses, and the people of Pingbo Dao couldn't see the Phaseless Treasure Mirror, and they couldn't even touch it, so it was strange. I breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and suddenly remembered that Master Bo had said to himself that most of the disciples on the Lingshan Mountain could not see this mirror, and the people of Pingbo Dao were people who were sent to cultivate the Tao, so maybe they couldn't see this mirror. As soon as his heart was relieved, he raised his head.

Pingbo Dao is hundreds of years old and quite old, and when he saw Han Yiming's face full of panic, he was worried and frightened, and concluded that there must be treasures hidden in him. But after some searching, there was nothing else except the Ming Yuan Sword. Even the placket of Han Yiming's robe was opened, and there was no place to hide, but there was nothing, and he was puzzled. Han Yiming is young, and he can't hide it deeply, but he doesn't seem to be deceitful, even this offspring kid is deceitful, but I'm afraid he can't deceive him. However, the people of Pingbodao searched again, but they found nothing, and they couldn't help but be very puzzled.

If it is said that the treasure is indeed a treasure, the Ming Yuan Sword is indeed a treasure, Han Yiming knows that the people of Pingbo Dao are not red-eyed, nor do they want to take it for themselves. But the last time he took this sword, the experience of shaking a tree like a grasshopper is still fresh in his memory. But he also knew that he had put a lot of effort into it, but he had gained nothing, so how could the people of Pingbo Dao give up.

Pingbo Daoren looked Han Yiming up and down again, and looked at Ming Yuan's sword. Han Yiming knew that he couldn't pick it up, he couldn't do anything at this time, he couldn't move, and he couldn't read the sword trick, so he just looked at him coldly. I saw the Pingbo Dao people approaching the Ming Yuan Sword, looked at it carefully for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt, but did not move. Han Yiming looked at each other coldly, knowing that he couldn't pick it up, but he wasn't afraid of him taking it. The Pingbo Dao man held the hilt of the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand, motionless, and closed his eyes after a moment. His face was originally yellow and thin, but after closing his eyes for a while, purple qi gradually appeared on his face, and waves of purple qi surged from his neck to his face from the bottom to the top of his head.

Pingbo Dao people usually hold a small bunched hair crown on their heads, and his thin hair is tied in the crown, and three bamboo hairpins are inserted into it, which is quite a bit of Taoism. At this time, a stream of purple qi rushed towards the top of his head, and the bamboo hairpin on the top of his head was broken into two sections, and the small bundle of hair Dao crown flew up from the top of his head, and the hair strands went upwards and spread out in all directions. He paused for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, and the hand holding the sword of Ming Yuan lifted upward.

Ming Yuan's sword was lifted by him, and this time it was so big that Han Yiming was unexpected, and he was so shocked that he couldn't even make a sound. Pingbo Daoren put the Ming Yuan Sword in front of him, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Good sword, it is really a good sword." Stretching out his thin fingers like bamboo knots, he stroked towards the body of Narubuchi Sword.

Before his fingers could touch the Ming Yuan Sword, a golden light burst out from the sword, dazzling, and Han Yiming had to close his eyes slightly to avoid the blinding golden light. Pingbo Daoren's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop looking at the Ming Yuan Sword. Before his fingers touched the sword body, he was stopped by the golden light, and he couldn't touch the sword body, and Pingbo Daoren smiled: "In my whirlwind, I am the only one." I was able to pick up this treasure. Dao Ye, my hundreds of years of spiritual power, can I also be underestimated? Haha. He glanced back at Han Yiming and sneered, "Let you also see what is called swordsmanship!"

Saying that, the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand pointed at Han Yiming, Han Yiming's hand was empty, and the brocade package wrapped in the little baby had already flown towards the Pingbo Dao people. Han Yiming was shocked, he didn't know what this evil Daoist was going to do, this little baby fell into his hands, it was really worrying. He can easily destroy the next two dozen lives, and if this little baby falls into his hands, where will there be any good results. For a while, he couldn't think of any other way, so he could only recite and recite the sword technique in his heart. No matter whether he read smoothly or not, and no matter how the scene in front of him fluctuated, the only thing he could do was to keep reciting the Edgeworth.

Pingbo Daoren reached out and grabbed the package, and with two thin fingers, he opened the corner that covered the baby's face and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Haha, it's a bit of a blessed boy." Come with me, I will guide you for a few years, it is better than you in the world for a hundred years!" Han Yiming was furious and said, "You, you ......" Pingbo Daoren sneered: "What about me? I took him there, it was the creation he cultivated in his previous life!"

Han Yiming couldn't help but be very surprised, as soon as he left, he threw himself here? couldn't help but say: "You, you ......" Pingbo Daoren turned around, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Little friend, I asked you at the beginning, but you would like to follow me." It's you yourself who want to abandon the light and turn to the dark, no wonder I. It's just that you voted in the wrong direction and recognized the wrong teacher. Lingkong has done a lot of evil in his life, and it is only natural that you have entered his door and received it on his behalf!" Han Yiming has seen all kinds of expressions of Pingbo Dao people, greedy, treacherous, cunning, shameless, jealous, proud, trivial, etc., and even his extensive knowledge, but I have never seen his expression at the moment, pain, but there is a bit of unbearable happiness, hideous and vicious, mixed with a little injustice. Even the glittering light in his eyes was very different from usual, extremely concerned and extremely dismissive.

Pingbo Daoren said word by word between his teeth: "You, never go out." You will never be able to get out! This maneuver is the cage that imprisons you forever. In the midst of this, your life will be incomparably long, so long that you will never see the end, so long that the earth will never be desolate. You will never grow old, or even thirsty. But all your life will be trapped in it, and you will not be free!" He said every word very lightly, but every word was full of resentment, and every word made Han Yiming cold from his heart.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Han Yiming with his eyes and turned around to leave. Han Yiming's heart was cold, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a sentence that Qin Wufang had said flashed in his mind, and he said: "If this is also a kind of cultivation, then I will practice well in it, and one day I will break your maneuver! I don't believe it, I can't break your spell in my life!" Pingbo Daoist turned his head again, glanced at him, and said, "Do you think you can break it?" I started practicing hundreds of years ago, if you have this idea, you might as well take it slowly. I'm leaving. With that, he turned back again—

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