Han Yiming's cultivation was insufficient, he clenched his teeth, and his whole body trembled and cried. Du Qingfeng disappeared so simply, which made it even more difficult for him to control himself. He and Du Qingfeng can be regarded as a deep brotherhood, listening to his words when he left, where can he still bear it? It was easy to grit his teeth and hold back his voice, but the tears couldn't stop snatching out of his eyes.

Seeing the fragments flying in the air, he suddenly became angry and glanced at the people of Pingbo Dao. Although Du Qingfeng was not killed by Pingbodao, Han Yiming was very resentful of him. His fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and suddenly the Pingbo Dao people looked at him, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, and there was a trace of viciousness and resentment. Han Yiming clenched his teeth, and the anger in his chest rose with anger, but he pressed it strongly. Unflinching, his eyes looked him straight in the eye.

Suddenly, Pingbo Daoren approached and said, "Little brother, you also said that you were inserted into your chest, so you ......" Han Yiming's heart froze, he glanced at him, and said coldly: "What does the Taoist chief have to say? Pingbo Daoren glanced at Huang Jingxuan: "Brother Huang Dao, he is suitable for talent, but he personally said that he was also inserted into his chest." Everyone has turned to ashes, can he be spared? You should know what kind of demon it is!"

Han Yiming immediately understood that the people of Pingbo Dao hated themselves to the bone, and they wished that they would also turn into ashes. Glancing at him coldly, he suddenly remembered Du Qingfeng's resoluteness, and turned his heart into ashes!

Just as he was about to open his mouth and say, "It's a big deal, you can too, I'm not afraid of you!" but heard Huang Jingxuan say lightly: "He did say it, does Brother Dao suspect that he is also the same as those three disciples?" Pingbo Daoren sneered: "How dare I doubt him, I just can't trust that Mahari Maha!" Huang Jingxuan glanced at Han Yiming, slightly hesitating. Pingbo Daoren smiled and said: "Brother Dao, do you want to favor one over the other? They are all disciples, why does he have to look at you differently?" Han Yiming stuffed his chest, glared at Pingbo Daoren fiercely, and said: "Uncle, the disciple also borrows the breath of Uncle!"

After all, he was also a little apprehensive in his heart, and couldn't help but gently reach out and touch the phaseless treasure mirror on his chest. Huang Jingxuan saw his movements, knew it, and suddenly remembered that the Phaseless Treasure Mirror was on him, and the Phaseless Treasure Mirror was extremely wonderful and would not be vulnerable, so he said: "Okay, then I'll blow it!" Han Yiming saw him blow when he opened his mouth, and he didn't know that when he blew in front of him, it was a gust of wind, which made his clothes flutter and dusty.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pain in his chest, which was unexpectedly unexpected by Han Yiming, and he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. He glanced down at his chest, but saw that it had not turned to dust. He saw with his own eyes that the two disciples of Pingbo's sect had turned into dust from their chests, so he looked at their chests first. Seeing that there was no change in his chest, his heart settled down a little. But the pain in his chest became intense, Han Yiming clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, his nails all sank into the flesh, endured it for a while, looked down and saw that his chest was still in white as before, raised his eyes, and glanced at Pingbo Daoren.

Pingbo Daoren was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and looked at Han Yiming viciously. Han Yiming knew that he hated himself no less than he hated him, after all, his two-hundred-year-old spiritual power was folded on the Ming Yuan Sword. Pingbo Dao people do evil first, but the most protect the shortcomings, everything is wrong, it is the fault of others, and he himself is never at fault.

The two looked at each other angrily, and Huang Jingxuan said first: "Yiming!" If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Shi was on the side, Han Yiming was afraid that he would not be able to hold it back before. Knowing that he is not the opponent of the Pingbo Dao people, he has to fight. This evil man is really heinous, and he has done all the bad things. But why is Uncle Shi always forbearing? No matter how good Han Yiming's temperament is, he can't help it.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Pingbo Dao people were resentful in their eyes, and Han Yiming was angry, both of them were on the verge of breaking out. Huang Jingxuan next to him sighed: "Brother Pingbo Dao, now you have also seen it, Yiming has not turned into ashes like other disciples, can you rest assured?" Pingbo Daoist laughed: "Do you say yes? I don't believe it! The lives of my disciples are at stake! Who knows if your brother is secretly following his personal feelings and showing mercy?" Before Huang Jingxuan could speak, Han Yiming couldn't help but say: "The Taoist chief speaks, but there must be evidence, it seems inappropriate to say that I am a master like this!" The three words were spoken, and when they came to the mouth, they changed their mouths again, and they called them "Taoist Chief", but their tone was not respectful.

"Haha" Pingbo Daoren sneered: "Okay, since I haven't been selfish, how about I blow a breath?" Han Yiming said: "Blow and blow! Don't say a mouthful, even if it is ten mouthfuls or eight mouthfuls, I am not afraid of you!" Huang Jingxuan said on the side: "Yiming!" Han Yiming listened to his uncle's words, so he stopped his mouth. He was not a man of mouth, but today he could not bear it anymore, so he fought-for-tat.

The Pingbo Daoist took a deep breath and sprayed at Han Yiming. His breath was really much more violent than Huang Jingxuan's before, and it made Han Yiming's clothes hunt. Han Yiming's chest was blown by the strong wind he spit out, and he was in severe pain, and it was clear that the people of Pingbo Dao were also going all out, trying to blow him to the ground.

Han Yiming's chest was in sharp pain worse than before, but he gritted his teeth, frowned, and said nothing. The people of Pingbo Dao blew it out in one breath, and the blow was very violent and long-lasting. The two stood facing each other, but three feet apart, but one was iron-blue, the other was purple, and in the middle was a sharp wind whistle. Han Yiming was full of anger, inexplicable grief and indignation, and the severe pain was unbearable, so his face was pale. The people of Pingbo Dao hated him to the bone, and there was nowhere to be angry, so they wanted to blow him away in one bite, so they turned purple. But after blowing it in one breath, there was nothing unusual, and the two of them added their own hearts to the blockage, and they were even more cold!

Pingbo Daoren "hummed" and took another breath, Han Yiming gritted his teeth and did not show weakness. Huang Jingxuan stood in front of him and stopped him behind him: "Brother Pingbo Dao, do you still have any doubts now?" Pingbo Daoist laughed and said coldly: "That's natural!" Han Yiming said angrily: "You and I are afraid that you won't succeed, and I won't be afraid of you if you blow ten more times!" Pingbo Dao's face turned black with anger, and he sprayed at him in one breath. Han Yiming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to withstand this gust of wind. Who knew that Huang Jingxuan also took a breath and blew it back. At one moment, the wind was blowing, and even the disciples of the two factions standing on the side were shaking their clothes, the wind was howling, and the fallen leaves and dead grass on the ground were swept up all over the sky by these two strong winds!

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