Han Yiming turned his head and glanced at He Sansi, He Sansi's face was like white paper, he gritted his teeth, and said after a while: "Senior brother, his spell is indeed poisonous, I am not an opponent! Han Yiming wanted to say: "Yes." The words, but he couldn't say it even with all his strength, and this time he relaxed, and the hot pain in his vest spread, and the pain turned black in front of his eyes, and his heart churned like a river and a sea. Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain, and gradually saw it in front of him, and then he could say one word: "I." "One word is spoken, and the next word is not spoken. He Sansi struggled to look at him and said, "Senior brother, were you hit by Pingbo? Pingbo has a poisonous move, which is roughly equivalent to piercing the heart with a hundred times. I listened to what Master said, it is his most vicious spell, don't be stabbed by his hundred piercing hearts!" Han Yiming endured it for a long time before he spoke: "I don't know what kind of spell it is, I was indeed hit by him." ”

He Sansi said: "I see that you still have a fellow disciple, what about him?" Han Yiming knew that he was talking about Xu Ziwei, Xu Ziwei had disappeared, and Pingbo also hit him. If it was before, Han Yiming would never want to mention Xu Ziwei, and it had nothing to do with anything else, so he didn't want to mention it. At this time, the person has been destroyed, and he risked his life to save himself, and besides, he is not the senior brother of Lingshan, and he can't get over it in his heart, and he really can't say it. He Sansi sighed: "Daoist Pingbo really leaves no room for doing things! ”

Both of them were seriously injured by Ping Bo, and the pain in Han Yiming's vest intensified little by little, he couldn't see the appearance of the vest, but when he saw He Sansi's face, he also knew that Ping Bo's men were extremely ruthless. Looking carefully at the place where Pingbo had escaped, he was nowhere to be seen, and exhaled: "He won't come back?" He Sansi said: "It's hard to say! Pingbo has always been cunning, I think he will come back soon." Han Yiming was silent, and at this time, the pain in his back had spread to his head, and his eyes were blackened with a headache. It was as if the whole body was tightly encircled, and I could feel my blood pulsating.

Suddenly, I heard He Sansi say: "Senior brother, you were really hit in the heart by him, you have his spell on your back!" Han Yiming endured the pain, He Sansi said: "Senior brother, you bear with it, don't hold back." Han Yiming couldn't move, and suddenly felt that he was falling down, and after a while, he had fallen heavily to the ground. The wound on his back was extremely painful, and he fell to the ground, and he didn't feel any pain on his body, but the pain in his vest was really unbearable. After a while, the pain in the vest lightened slightly, and his eyes brightened.

Above is the sky tree, covering the sky and the sun, hanging down countless unknown vines, not much sunlight penetrates, the trees here are extremely prosperous. Han Yiming looked at it for a while, and then said, "Senior brother, this, is this past Nankan?" He Sansi said "um" over there: "Nankan has passed, Pingbo is chasing us now, and he can't catch up with us." Senior brother, wait for me to cast a spell, and ask my master to come and take us back quickly. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally escaped from Pingbo's men. If he really died at the hands of Pingbo, wouldn't it be in line with Pingbo's wishes? What's worse, Pingbo would use himself to coerce Lingshan's fellow disciples. Although with Shen Ruofu's cleverness, he may not be coerced by Pingbo, but at least he will let them tie their hands and feet.

Both of them were lying on their sides, and it was very quiet here, and the wind passed through the trees and there were gusts of forest waves, occasionally mixed with birdsong, crisp and pleasant. But after a while, Han Yiming's vest hurt again, his whole body was weak in pain, and his eyes were dark, and at this moment, a pair of feet came to his side. When Han Yiming was in pain and worse than death, he couldn't see these feet clearly, his eyes were black, but those feet were really felt, and he was standing beside him. Then, the man bent down and looked at Han Yiming carefully. Han Yiming was very vigilant, but he couldn't see this person's face clearly. He was opened by Huang Jingxuan's eyes, and he couldn't see this person at this time, he forced himself to meditate, and he couldn't see it. It's just dark.

Suddenly, the man stretched out his hand to the center of his eyebrows, Han Yiming only felt a cold eyebrow, and after a while, he came to his senses. I saw that the man was an old man in cloth, with gray hair and a dark face, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at him for a moment, and said, "Oh, you are injured. This person's voice was also very kind, for some reason, as soon as Han Yiming heard this voice, he remembered Qin Wufang, and wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth and couldn't speak. The old man nodded slightly: "Your heart is broken." Thanks to your good cultivation, you have treasures to protect yourself. If it were someone else, he would have died a long time ago. Then he shook his palm lightly at Han Yiming, and Han Yiming didn't know anything.

When he woke up again, he was already in a room, and there was only a thatched roof in front of him, and the thatch was thickly piled on top of it. Han Yiming couldn't move, so he had to roll his eyes and look around. The room is very simple, the wooden tables and chairs are the simplest, but it can be seen that the wood has been polished smooth after a long time. There is only one window in this room, and the window is covered with a bamboo curtain. The pain in Han Yiming's vest has improved a lot, but after a while, it still hurts from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, someone came in, and Han Yiming turned his head to see that it was the old man. He approached, looked at Han Yiming, and said, "You're awake, those things on your body, I'll put them on the head of the bed for you." Han Yiming turned his head and saw that there was a Qingshuang sword on the bedside table. And next to the Qingshuang Sword, there is another sword, Xu Zishu's sword!

The old man said, "You don't have to worry, your other partner, his injuries are not as serious as yours, I will arrange for him to recuperate in another room." He's much better than you, you're broken, and I don't know how to help you with this injury. Thanks to your life, I just thought you wouldn't be able to survive, but you still woke up by yourself. It's a wonder you'll get better, I've never heard of anyone with a broken heart alive. But you survived! It's really rare!" The old man spoke in a calm tone from beginning to end, without inhibition or frustration, and his demeanor was also very calm, saying that it was extremely rare for Han Yiming to survive, but his expression was calm and indifferent. Han Yiming's heart swelled with questions, but he couldn't say a word. The old man said: "You take care of it, although I have no way to heal you, but I can't die without help." "This old man must also be a fellow Daoist, who can say so much, must not be a person in the world, he doesn't know He Sansi, then he is not He Sansi's fellow disciple, Han Yiming remembered what He Sansi said, the Ninghai faction is not far from the Demon Dao, this old man, won't he be a person in the Demon Dao? Look at this old man carefully, there is no difference, and after a closer look, he only feels that the old man's eyes are old and clear. It seems that there is nothing in the world that he can't see.

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I'm sorry, the computer has been hanging for half a month, and I just got it back today.

After that, it's still a normal update!