Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming." Where can Han Yiming still hold back: "Uncle Shi, this evil Taoist is the most shameless. Huang Jingxuan hurriedly said: "Yiming, stop." Han Yiming saw a trace of anxiety flashing across his uncle's face, gritted his teeth, and looked down at his feet. Pingbo Daoren smiled slightly, leaned closer, and said, "Little friend, are you talking to me?" Han Yiming raised his head and was about to answer, "Yes." But seeing Huang Jingxuan's anxious look, he didn't want his uncle to worry about him anymore, so he sighed and stopped talking.

Pingbodao continued to scold: "Little rabbit, it's boring, isn't it?" Look at me......" Huang Jingxuan suddenly interjected: "Pingbo Daoyou, what do you do to Huang, Huang doesn't care. But you are like this to my Lingshan disciples, but I can't bear it. Do you think I'm going to let you do whatever you want?!" Pingbo Daoist said: "Jingxuan Daoyou, what do you say when your junior brother beats down my two disciples?" Isn't my disciple a disciple?" Huang Jingxuan laughed: "Pingbo Daoyou, then aren't my disciples a disciple?" I don't know what you think, but Xinzhu was knocked down by you. Your disciple is only afraid that he will fall when he is fighting with my junior brother, which is not the same. When you make a move, you will inevitably miss. Since you can miss first, can't my junior brother miss later?"

Han Yiming never expected Uncle Shi to refute like this, and the evil breath in his heart calmed down a little, and he stared at Pingbo Daoren fiercely. Pingbo Daoren said angrily: "I missed it, but your junior brother took action to beat them down!" Huang Jingxuan said: "What's the difference? Don't they all fall?" Pingbo Daoren said coldly: "Then I can't swallow this breath." Huang Jingxuan looked at him for a moment, and said slowly: "You really can't swallow it? Will my Mirror Hades' nickname appear again at this moment? I can regard other people's lives as grass mustard, and I can also regard my own life as grass mustard." If Daoist friends still want to go out, then after going out, let's fight again. But if you don't want to go out, just come up, even your disciples will come up, and we will all show our means. It's a big deal that I'll die here with you, what do you think?!But if you want to stop my disciples again, don't blame me for not being merciful!"

His tone was steady, as if he was talking about a trivial matter like eating and drinking, but what he said made Han Yiming shudder a little, and it was really difficult to connect the kind and kind second master with the word "Hades". But seeing that the people of Pingbo Dao froze there for a while, they also knew that what Uncle Shi said was not a lie. I saw that Pingbo Dao was quite angry, and suddenly turned to himself and said: "But this little rabbit cub is disrespectful to me, I can't bear this tone!" As soon as he said this, even Han Yiming knew that he was angry.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Pingbo Daoyou, my disciple is not disrespectful, it is not good for me to be a teacher. I'll be with you, and then I'll let him be with you. We have already lost three disciples, so we have to settle the score, but we can go out and settle the score. At that time, no one has any scruples, and it can be calculated clearly. It is futile to dwell on it here. The Pingbo Dao man snorted and said no more. Huang Jingxuan turned to Han Yiming and said, "Yiming, how can you be so presumptuous to your elders? Don't you apologize to the Daoist?" Han Yiming is really angry if he wants to apologize to this shameless Taoist, and he is afraid that his master will be worried and want to apologize to him. Thinking that the senior sister fell like this, life and death were uncertain, he gritted his teeth, didn't look up, and said in a muffled voice: "The junior doesn't know how important he is, please, please don't be surprised." When he said this, he felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. Without raising his head, the sword of the envoy flew downward.

I only heard Huang Jingxuan above say: "What? If you are still angry, we will not be so easy to talk." Pingbo Daoren laughed and said: "Don't be angry, don't take it to heart." How can I worry about my child? I will never worry about him!" I only heard Zhao Haoyang's voice and said: "Ha, then you are going to deal with me? You are afraid that you will not succeed if I am surnamed Zhao? No matter where you are, Zhao is waiting for Brother Dao to teach you at any time!" Han Yiming flew close to the ground, lit the candle flame of the Fanxin heart, and looked at the ground carefully. I just hope to find a trace of my senior sister.

Suddenly, something jumped up in front of him, a small black dot flashed in Han Yiming's Fanxin candle, he flashed sideways, got out of the way, and looked back, only to see that the black shadow was like a log, flicking a slender tail, it was a mallet. Han Yiming was taken aback, all this time, the mallet had never attacked the disciples of Lingshan. He also knew this truth very well, so he deliberately flew very low and looked at the ground carefully. Suddenly, a few black dots rushed towards the "Burning Heart Candle Flame", and Han Yiming saw that they were menacing, so he hurriedly flew high with his sword and dodged away. looked down for a while, and suddenly saw two candle-like lights coming from the front, and Han Yiming hurried over.

rushed to the front, but it was Sima Lingyi and Lu Jingxin, and the two of them also looked down at the boundless insect array below. Han Yiming's heart was cold, and he rushed up and said, "Senior brother, how is it?" Senior sister, ......" Sima Lingyi shook his head, but Lu Jingxin didn't raise his head, and looked down carefully. Sima Lingyi said: "Little junior brother, why are you here? Didn't you get bitten by the mallet?" Han Yiming shook his head, and didn't dare to ask Liu Xinzhu's whereabouts again, so he also lowered his head to take a closer look.

Sima Lingyi sighed and said, "No need to look for it, Senior Sister Liu, I'm afraid it's too bad to be lucky." When Han Yiming heard this, his heart was shocked, and Liu Xinzhu squatted in the grass and waited for the silkworm to appear. Blinked, speechless. I only heard Lu Jingxin say: "I, I'll look for it again." His voice was a little unspeakably uncomfortable, and when Han Yiming heard it, his heart became more and more sad. He lowered his head and said, "I, I'll look for it again." Sima Lingyi sighed, stopped talking, and the three of them looked down together.

After a while, Huang Jingxuan's voice said, "What's the matter, did you find it?" The three of them raised their heads, only to see Huang Jingxuan rushing over with the people of Lingshan, and the people of Pingbo Dao also followed with his disciples. Sima Lingyi shook his head and sighed, Han Yiming still lowered his head to look down closely, the scene of Liu Xinzhu falling down was something he didn't dare to think about. But it always comes to him. She was unable to fly into the sky again, and after being hit by the Pingbodao people, she fluttered in the black fog in plain clothes, and fell like a white orchid, but below was such a terrible place. Han Yiming had seen with his own eyes how the mallet bit the Pingbodao people, how could he dare to imagine that such a bite would be on Liu Xinzhu, but that scene scrambled into his eyes. I hope that she will be out of her body before she lands, unconscious, at least not to suffer from the bite.

Huang Jingxuan sighed deeply, looked down for a while, and said, "Xinzhu, alas!" He stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, stopped for a while, opened it, and grabbed it in the air. I saw a bright light in the distance.

Tomorrow's content is Huang Jingxuan's preparation to get out of the fog, how did he arrange it? Tomorrow's content will begin to tell. Many book friends think that the Pingbo Dao people I portrayed have passed, but in fact, it is because there are a lot of grievances to be unfolded one by one, and it can only be said that there are no grievances, and it will never be like this. And Pingbo Daoren is definitely not the protagonist, but he, like many supporting characters in this book, is inextricably linked to one of the protagonists. That's how it will be. Maybe everyone likes to read books that understand good and bad, and thinks that online literature does not need to be written in too much detail and too clearly. And I didn't want to write a fast food book. I want to write a good book, a book that I think is good. Thank you for your support! Happy Golden Week!