Zi Shang made a move with the index finger of his right hand at Han Yiming, Han Yiming only felt that his hands were shocked, sour and numb, and the purple peach wood sword almost came out of his hand. He let go of his hand and gripped the wooden sword tightly. Lu Yueqing said: "Yiming, Daoist Zishang just wants to take a look at your wooden sword, you let her take a good look." Han Yiming was very nervous in his heart, and his hands wanted to hide behind his back. Lu Yueqing frowned, and said: "Yiming, the wooden sword has been broken into two, and it can only be repaired later, and now the purple cloth Daoist wants to take a look, you should ask her to help you take a good look." Han Yiming had no choice but to stretch out his hand and hand over the purple peach wood sword that had been broken in two.

As soon as his hand stretched out, Ziyi's right hand made a move towards him, and two wooden swords appeared in her hand in a blink of an eye. She took a severed sword in her hand, looked at it, and said softly in her mouth. Han Yiming stood in front of her, only to see her cherry lips open and close slightly. After chanting, her left hand holding the sword flashed with purple light, slowly turning transparent. Her right hand, but it was dazzlingly white, stroked towards the severed sword.

Her right hand landed on the severed sword, and her fingertips grew brighter and brighter like candles, and even the wooden lines illuminated clearly. Her fingers moved slowly, and the light on her fingertips even illuminated the wood grain clearly, but the wooden sword was still the same deep color. But she seemed very surprised. He stroked it lightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face was very disappointed. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly threw the two wooden swords upwards with his left hand, and with a wave of the sleeve of his right hand, a ribbon flew out of the sleeve and wrapped around the wooden sword.

The color of the ribbon was a very deep purple at one end, and it slowly faded to the other end of the ribbon, which was already an almost white light purple. One end of the ribbon fell on the wooden sword, and the purple peach wood sword was scorched, and after a while, green smoke came out, and it seemed to burn. Han Yiming was stunned for a while and exclaimed, "It's burning." Zishang didn't look at him, just looked at the purple peach sword. A moment later, smoke rose from both severed swords, and the crowd smelled burning. Han Yiming was startled, pulled his legs and ran forward, Zi Sheng stretched out his left hand towards him, Han Yiming's head hit something hard, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't see anything. He ran forward again, and this time he hit it even harder, and it seemed like there was a wall in front of him, and he was in pain all over his body. glanced at Zisheng, and was about to speak, but his throat was stuffy, and he couldn't say a word. He didn't know who had done the Dharma to him, but when he looked around, he saw that everyone was staring at the broken sword in the field. Suddenly, I saw Zishang glancing at herself coldly, and her expression was quite sneering.

A reddish and black flame rose from the purple mahogany sword, and after a moment, the upper part of the flame turned purple, and the lower part turned turquoise. The fire burned more and more, and the flames turned from green to white, and the wooden sword had already burned. Han Yiming ran forward a few times, and his whole body hurt when he returned. Seeing that the wooden sword was already a blazing torch, his heart was angry and sad, but he couldn't reach it when he stretched out his hand, so he had to grit his teeth and watch.

was feeling sad, but there was nothing to be done, so he only heard Bai Ying's soft voice say, "Zishang, that's enough." You've been burning for so long, and all your magic has burned dry. Zishang said coldly: "White Sakura, the glass fire is always extinguished by itself. I burned this wooden sword so that everyone could be safe. Bai Sakura said: "Safe and sound, everything has its own certainty, don't worry so much." Your glazed fire can be refined by ten thousand years of divine wood, and if this purple peach wood is refined for a while, it will not even leave smoke and dust, so you don't have to be so ruthless. Zishang said coldly: "The glass fire can only be extinguished by itself, but I don't have the mana to extinguish it by itself, otherwise, you come." ”

Bai Sakura said lightly: "Then, I'm offended." "Reach out and take the shining feather spontaneously. The feather was originally a faint golden color, but it was like a mirror, reflecting all the colors around it, so it looked brilliant. Bai Sakura flipped her wrist, and two white jade-like fingers grabbed the feather and drew a small circle casually. The feather suddenly turned golden red, a golden dot lit up from the middle of the feather, slowly growing larger, and a black dot appeared in the middle of the bright spot, and as the black dot expanded, the golden light formed a circle.

The circle gets bigger and bigger, wrapping the whole feather in the circle, and the feather gets smaller and smaller in the circle, and then disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye. The circle lost its luster and became pitch black. Sakura raised her hand and threw the circle into the air, and the circle floated into the air. Suddenly, a birdsong sounded, and a very small red bird appeared in the circle, all of which were flaming red, with only golden eyes, beak, and claws. It stretched its wings, flew around the circle, screamed at the ground, and opened its mouth.

The pure white flames on the ground had turned black and red again, and when the little bird opened its mouth, it suddenly turned into a thin line of fire and headed towards the circle. Zishang was stunned for a moment, and the little red bird had swallowed the whole line of fire into her stomach. After swallowing the line of fire, the red bird stretched its wings and flew in a circle again, becoming smaller and smaller, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The circle slowly shrunk, shrinking to about three inches, and the feathers reappeared, and when the circle turned into a bright spot, it flashed away on the feathers, and the feathers also fell from the air and landed on Shirakura's hand.

Zishang was furious: "Bai Ying, are you going to compete with me with these gods?" Bai Ying sighed slightly, and still said coldly: "Zi Sheng, it's not that I rely on the gods to compare with you. The wooden sword has been destroyed, so I might as well leave a fragment of this child as a memorial. Why bother to do everything. Well, remember the old ┅┅"

"White Sakura. A call intercepted Bai Ying's words, but it was Qin Wufang. Cheng Weiyu said coldly beside him: "Senior sister, a little glass fire, take it when you accept it." You don't have to talk that nonsense with her. Qin Wufang frowned and said, "Senior Brother Cheng." Cheng Weiyu stopped talking. Qin Wufang said with a smile: "Purple Clothes Daoist, I don't live with you, Vermilion Bird Ling has accepted your glass fire, and I don't have the ability to take it out." Don't be angry, do what you have, as long as you can see it, take it. It's a compensatory for you. ”

Zi Shang snorted coldly: "Do you have everything? What do you have that I can look at?Do you take the Zini Sword back?" Qin Wufang smiled and said: "The Zini Sword is not mine, the Zini Sword is owned by the ancestor, and he took it with him when he was traveling." You can change it to something else. Zishang said: "Oh, then you are now the person in charge of the portal of Lingshan?" Qin Wufang said: "Don't dare, don't dare, I can take care of the time after accepting the humility of my junior brothers and sisters." Zishang lowered his eyes, raised his head after a moment, and smiled slightly: "Then, use this mountain of your Lingshan Sect to return to me, you give it to me, and I won't care about it anymore." ”