Han Yiming heard this, but he remembered something again, and asked carefully: "Master, stroking the blade of someone else's spirit sword, is it to communicate with the sword aura?" Lu Yueqing said: "Yes." The spirit sword is a spirit thing, above the blade, the spirit air flows, if the spirit sword is a disciple of the sect to touch the mo, it is only to soothe the spirit sword, and the spirit sword will not push his fingers away. But if a foreign disciple strokes the mo, the aura is different, the spirit sword will push the other party's fingers away nine times out of ten, there are spiritual things, how can everyone touch them? Look at the spiritual mountain, which of your senior brothers stroked the blade of Ming Yuan's sword?"

Unexpectedly, Han Yiming's brows furrowed, and Lu Yueqing said, "Yiming, what's wrong with you?" Han Yiming snorted: "Disciple, the disciple stroked the blade of the Tengjiao Sword earlier!" Lu Yueqing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, Han Yiming felt quite uneasy in his heart, but it was difficult to ask. Lu Yueqing finished laughing, and then said, "You really stroked the blade of the Tengjiao sword with your fingers?" Han Yiming thought for a while and said, "Yes." When the disciple saw the grinding marks on the sword, he stroked it with his hand, and then saw that the blade was sharp, and then he ......"

Lu Yueqing laughed: "Great, wonderful! Couldn't be better!" Han Yiming was inexplicable, Lu Yueqing said: "What do you think, Yuan Hui is trying to trick you into his door? When he looked at the sword, he didn't necessarily want to communicate with Ming Yuan's aura. He will look at your sword another day, and then you should be careful not to let him touch his mo. Say to him, 'I said, 'Look before me when you look at the sword.'" Bring him to me, and see how he answers?"

Unexpectedly, the master already knew about Yuan Hui's sword seducing him, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, nodded, and Lu Yueqing smiled: "He calculated your sword, but unexpectedly, you had an aura with his sword! Well, you must not tell anyone else about it. I just knew it in my heart!" Han Yiming was also quite surprised, but Yuan Hui was planning to exchange aura with Ming Yuan's sword, and he felt something in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

followed Lu Yueqing at the moment, flew into the air, and headed forward. When he came to where everyone was, he saw the heads of people hugging him, and it seemed that the white dragon was one step ahead of others and threw everyone away. These days, everyone ran around, all following the white dragon, but they were not able to meet the white dragon, and everyone couldn't help but complain. Han Yiming knew that everyone came to slay the dragon for the sake of profit, and he was quite disdainful in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel a little happy when he saw everyone fluttering like butterflies, but they didn't get anything. Secretly, he hoped more and more that the white dragon would go farther away and not be bumped into by them.

The cultivation of the white dragon, Han Yiming is not clear. But seeing him like this, the dragon saw the head and the end, so he turned everyone around, and in his eyes, he was extremely happy. But after thinking about it, I was also sorry in my heart, Qinglong seemed to be unaware of all this, and he didn't have the idea of retracting his fate at all, I am afraid that he will not be able to turn back from the white dragon. Han Yiming still couldn't help but worry about how the white dragon could defeat so many people, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

His fears were indeed justified, but two days later, the white dragon was face to face with everyone. A white light flashed in the sky, and Han Yiming was stunned, and everyone around him had risen from the ground. At this time, everyone seemed to be much faster than some time ago. Perhaps he was accustomed to the white dragon's absence and was always planning to track it down, so it was very different from seeing an anomaly before, shouting "over there", and then summoning a sword to chase after him with a gust of wind. Almost as soon as he saw the anomaly, he flew into the air, quickly streaked across the sky, and headed towards the anomaly.

Han Yiming also summoned the Ming Yuan Sword, he was more anxious than everyone else, he was afraid that everyone would catch up with the white dragon before him, and the two sides started to move. He was anxious in his heart, and he urged the Ming Yuan Sword to get faster and faster, not only past the people around him, but even the people flying in front of him were gradually caught up by him. It's just that there are two people in front of them, and they are flying very fast, thinking that they want to rush ahead of everyone, rush up, cut the white dragon under the sword, and cut the white dragon, when they divide things, they will naturally get more benefits.

He was quite worried about the safety of the white dragon, but his cultivation was still shallow, even if he borrowed the power of Ming Yuan's sword, he couldn't catch up. Follow behind, looking ahead, anxious. Suddenly, both of them fell down, and Han Yiming also fell to the ground, landing in a forest. Han Yiming looked around them, but there was no movement. The two scolded twice, and suddenly stopped, and their eyes lit up, and a man in white floated quietly in the air, looking at them coldly.

Han Yiming just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw the white dragon, his heart rose again. Worried in his heart, the word "go quickly" almost came out loud. The two of them were also stunned, they usually only saw the anomaly and did not see the white dragon, but when they saw it at this time, they were at a loss for a while. After all, the white dragon was born as a dragon species, and there were bursts of pressure all over his body, and there was no sound around him in an instant, and even the sound of the wind was still, making people not know what to do.

Bai Long looked the two up and down, a trace of contempt came to his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Han Yiming. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and when he saw him coming to see him, his eyes were so cold that he felt cold from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't spit out a word. The white dragon glanced at him, turned around and walked away. His cold white figure left slowly like this, but it made Han Yiming feel as if he didn't know what was between him, and he could see him, but the distance between the two was more than 108,000 miles!

The figure of the white dragon was fleeting, and the forest was dark, and the three people who arrived first were speechless, as if their throats were locked. Even his expression was extremely wooden, staring blankly at the place where he disappeared, until countless Daoists descended from the sky, and they woke them up. As soon as everyone fell to the ground, they gathered around and asked, "What? Han Yiming has never been able to ask anything in his mouth, and people who know his temperament, such as Pingbo Daoren and Jiang Yuroe, will never ask him, but will ask those two. Only people who didn't know him before gathered around him and asked him endlessly. Where can Han Yiming say, there is nothing to say, sighed, turned around and walked away. Although the person who asked him was dissatisfied, he couldn't tell the other two why, so he had to give up. In the end, the cultivation of those two people was above him, and even they couldn't say anything, so it was not surprising that a new disciple with a low cultivation level didn't say anything.

Back in front of the Lingshan teachers, fortunately, no one asked again, but Han Yiming had nothing to say. I don't know what the white dragon means, in the past, the white dragon was like a friend to him. And when we meet today, it is so cold, it makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts-

Between Xiao Han and Bai Long, can't they be friends anymore?