Han Yiming sneered: "What do I not know?" Yuan Hui glanced at him and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I don't know how you offended him and made him hate him so much!" Han Yiming sneered: "He has a long hatred for Lingshan, naturally because of me, I offended him!" Speaking of long hatred, he suddenly wanted to mention that Shitai's past was not good. In the end, it involves the teacher, and it is inconvenient to say much about the past of the elders. So I said it casually and stopped. Yuan Hui said: "He really hates you! Although I don't know what he was like last night, but fortunately, this matter is over." Senior brother, don't you use this sword, do you want to use it for a few more days?"

Said: "Thank you brother for your kindness, you don't need to use it anymore, I specially sent it back." Yuan Hui said: "Senior brother, then I'll take it first." If the junior brother is useful, just borrow it, and it has nothing to do with it. ”

The two said a few words casually, and Han Yiming said goodbye and left. After leaving Chenxi Mountain, he came to find the boy, and was about to tell him what Yuan Hui said, when the boy looked up at the sky, and suddenly said: "Master, quickly, let's catch up." "He was a little child, and he was really moving like a rabbit, and he said that he would go, and he had already crept away. Han Yiming hurriedly summoned the Blue Frost Sword and followed him. The boy ran into the wind, running forward without looking back. Han Yiming didn't know what was going on with him, he looked around, and couldn't see anything unusual, so he only chased after him with all his might. Suddenly, far ahead, a little firelight, a flame of light, slashed towards the sky. The boy was running in the wind, but he was suddenly indescribably fast, chasing after that little bit of light. Han Yiming's imperial sword technique was already superb, but the boy was suddenly incredibly fast, and he hurriedly caught up, this time it was really difficult, and with all his strength, he could only barely keep up, so as not to lose the trace of the boy. Suddenly, the light in front of him fell, and the boy stopped, standing in the air. Han Yiming rushed to his side, and saw that the little flame of light had fallen on the ground below, a burst of fire.

Han Yiming was inexplicable, and the boy said: "Master, this is a piece of divine iron that fell from the sky." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what the boy said about finding a sword again, and said, "What do you mean, let's go and get this piece of divine iron?" The boy shook his head slightly: "We may not have obtained it! There are a lot of divine iron from the sky, and we don't know if this piece is good." The Heavenly Iron always brought the Heavenly Fire down, so the fire below burned for three days. We can't get close. Han Yiming said: "Then, what do you mean, are we waiting here?" The boy said: "I'm afraid that even if we stay here, we won't have our share." Han Yiming didn't see his fellow Dao coming, how could this boy say that he didn't have a share? Looking around, suddenly a white cloud in the distance was coming this way.

The boy said, "Here, come with me!" Han Yiming also fell, and only fell for more than ten feet, and he already felt that the compelling heat was coming, and it was almost roasting people. Only then did I understand what the heavenly fire was, which was still far away from the flames, and it had already roasted people uncomfortably. Looking down, there was a sea of fire below. The boy turned, dragged his sleeve, and went to one place. Han Yiming said: "It's too hot, can we go?" The boy said: "The head follows me, let's take a look at this piece of divine iron." This piece of divine iron doesn't have our share at the moment, but take a look, it's always okay. The boy dragged Han Yiming to fly down, Han Yiming felt that his face was getting hotter and hotter, the heat rose up, his face was full of hot pain, his nose was dry, and it seemed that all he inhaled was fire. The fire was so roasted that it was about to burn, and he couldn't help but let out a "hmm", and the boy turned around and said, "Master, let's watch here." As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand and pointed at Han Yiming, Han Yiming only felt a chill coming out of his chest, a snow light came up from his chest, and the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror had floated out, floating to the top of his head in a blink of an eye, and a snow light shot out from the mirror, covering him and the boy in it.

At this moment, a white cloud stopped in front of them. The boy pulled Han Yiming's sleeve, Han Yiming looked down, and the boy put a little finger on his mouth, signaling him to silence, and then looked at the white cloud. Han Yiming also looked at the white cloud, and only after this look did he see that the white cloud was not big, and it was rolling together and surging. At this time, the white cloud had stopped in the air and was churning. It was like a pot of boiling water, and the white clouds outside kept surging inward, Han Yiming didn't know what it was, but when he saw the boy waiting quietly, he didn't make a sound, and looked carefully.

The white cloud floated in the air, and after a while, the fire below was flourishing, and a heat wave rushed up, and the white cloud was blown away by the hot wind, revealing a small beast in the white cloud. The little beast was covered in snow, and kept stretching its feet and bowing its head in the air, unconcerned about the flames that pounced on it. It writhed in the air for a moment, then fell downward. Although it was falling downward, Han Yiming felt that it was getting closer and closer to him. It's very strange, so I stare at it closely. The little beast fell straight down, and Han Yiming suddenly understood, it was growing up when it fell, and after a while, he could already see the long mane on its head. Its mane is snow-white, fluttering in the wind, and even if you look down, you can see that it is strong. In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to the ground, ran for a moment in the flames, and leaped upward.

It leaped upward, and saw that it was a beast of prey, still covered in snow-white, and its head was covered with a mane, which was dense all the way to its neck, and it made its head very large. It bit a cyan stone in its mouth, glanced at this side with a pair of golden blue eyes, and saw Han Yiming and the boy going straight behind. In the blink of an eye, it had leapt past Han Yiming, its body was strong, its shoulders were broad, its limbs were thick, and white clouds rose under its four feet and paws, and it had disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Han Yiming had never seen such a strange beast before, and after watching it go, he turned to look at the boy. The boy looked at the place where the strange beast disappeared with big eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Han Yiming said: "What is this?" The boy said: "Master, what do you think of this lion?" Han Yiming said: "Is this a lion? I have only seen a stone lion squatting in front of someone's door, but I have never seen a lion." Is this what this is?" the boy said: "This one is called the blue-eyed white lion, and it is a Western spirit animal. The blue-eyed white lion likes to collect the treasures that fell from the sky, and what it took away was the piece of heavenly iron. Han Yiming looked at him and looked at the blue-eyed white lion's whereabouts, and asked him, "Do you want that piece of divine iron?" ”