Han Yiming was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay for a moment, nor did he dare to turn back, so he flew straight to Zhao Haoyang's side before he stopped castration. When I turned around, I saw a black shadow in the distance flashing and disappeared. Zhao Haoyang's blue water sword still revealed a cold light and chased forward. Zhao Haoyang let these cold lights chase after him for a while, and his left hand circled in the air and stood up in front of his chest. A moment later, all the cold light turned back from afar, and returned to the blue water sword one by one.

Zhao Haoyang sneered and shook his head: "Yiming, you go down first." His body was still floating in the air, Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, and the imperial sword flew to Huang Jingxuan, who was standing on the ground. After receiving the sword of Ming Yuan, he was still speechless. Zhao Haoyang floated in the air for a moment, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, you can't be alone next time." Han Yiming wanted to agree but couldn't speak, Huang Jingxuan stretched out his hand and brushed his throat, Han Yiming's throat choked for a while, and it took a long time to say the word "yes". He gasped for a while, and saw a man come out of the woods, looking at him with two eyes, it was the Pingbo Dao people.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Brother Pingbo Dao, my disciples have no knowledge, and I don't know how to offend you. You have a lot of adults, so don't worry about juniors. Han Yiming just wanted to say: "He wanted to arrest me, but I didn't offend him." As soon as his arm tightened, he turned his head and saw Zhao Haoyang shaking his head very lightly, so slight that he could barely see it.

Pingbo Daoren laughed: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Brother Jingxuan, this disciple of yours is extraordinary. I remember that he joined your Lingshan Sect for only a month, and he actually learned to recite the heart trick silently. Earlier, I saw him carrying a huge sword, and I only said that he was acting as a façade and pretending. I don't want to be really a bit of a doorway. You don't have to pay me for it, but I should pay for it. I was looking at the difference between this sword and wanted to take a look. Saying that, he grinned at Han Yiming, "I didn't know that when he saw me, it was like seeing a ghost, I didn't even say a word, he got up and ran, this is really a big misunderstanding." Haven't you ever been frightened, little friend?"

Han Yiming was furious, as soon as he met with the Pingbo Daoist, the Pingbo Daoist cast a spell to make him shout silently, and cast a spell to arrest him, where do you want to see the sword? Han Yiming was stunned, but heard Huang Jingxuan say again: "Brother Pingbo Dao, Yiming, this child has a simple temperament, and he has never seen much of the world, so it is inevitable that he will misunderstand your intentions." Where is this sword like your spanon? ”

Pingbo Daoren laughed and said, "Brother Jingxuan Dao, where will I be more concerned with the juniors." Then he said, "I just wanted to see this sword and scare you." Han Yiming didn't expect Pingbo Dao to be so shameless, looked at his face, and clenched his teeth. After being stunned for a while, he listened to Huang Jingxuan again: "Yiming, why haven't you come back to your senses yet?" Show your sword to the Dao Chief." Han Yiming looked at Huang Jingxuan, only to see that he was as usual, so he untied the Mingyuan sword from his back, held it in his hand, and slowly walked in front of the Pingbo Dao people.

Pingbo Daoren didn't take it, and looked at the Mingyuan sword carefully, and praised it with a "tsk": "Good sword, it's really a good sword." Han Yiming's face was expressionless, just looking down at the sword in his hand. Suddenly, I heard Pingbo Daodao: "Wait for me to pick it up and take a look." Reach out and grasp the hilt of the sword. Han Yiming raised his eyes and glanced at him, only to see a trace of greed in his eyes that could not be hidden, and a burst of disgust in his heart. The Hirachi took the hilt of Narubuchi's sword and jerked it hard.

Han Yiming only felt a shock in his hand, but he didn't see Mingyuan's sword out of the sheath, and he couldn't help but look at the Pingbo Dao people, only to see that the Pingbo Dao people were also full of disbelief. He paused and drew harder, but the sword remained still, only the scabbard shimmered with a black and blue sheen. Han Yiming was secretly happy in his heart, he was quite reluctant to draw out the Ming Yuan Sword from the Pingbo Dao people. Although the shape of the Ming Yuan Sword is not as light and agile as that of the splitting wind and the clear water, it is a natural and ingenious thing, not to mention others, even he himself feels that the Ming Yuan Sword is different. Therefore, he was worried that the Pingbo Dao people would be greedy when they drew their swords, and they had to find ways to take it for themselves.

At this time, seeing that the people of Pingbo Dao could not pull the Ming Yuan Sword out of its sheath, his heart relaxed. Although he didn't look up, he could imagine the embarrassed and embarrassed appearance of the people of Pingbodao. I only heard Huang Jingxuan say: "Brother Pingbo Dao, this sword is not special, but it is heavier, I'm afraid it can't enter your brother's eyes, don't look at it." Come back. When Han Yiming heard the greeting of the second master, he bent down slightly at the Pingbo Dao people and turned back.

When he bent over, he quietly looked at the face of the Pingbo Dao people, and saw that he did not look embarrassed. A pair of eyes with a hint of an unpredictable smile in it, looking at himself, holding the beard under his chin, a very interesting look. Naturally, he was taken aback again, he didn't dare to look at it again, suppressed the fear in his heart, remained silent, and didn't dare to stay in front of him, and turned back behind Huang Jingxuan.

After everyone dispersed, seeing that the Pingbo Daoist flew away with his disciple Yujian, and Zhao Haoyang also took Sima Lingyi and a few senior brothers away, he quietly asked Huang Jingxuan: "Second Senior Uncle, why can't the Pingbo Daoist take out the Mingyuan Sword?" Huang Jingxuan said: "Are you afraid that he will pull it out?" Han Yiming replied honestly: "Yes, I'm afraid that he will take this sword for himself." ”

Huang Jingxuan said: "Why are you afraid?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and said: "Daoist Pingbo is a little, a little greedy, not to mention that when he eats Muzhi, he doesn't have the slightest mercy. I ...... when I think about it," Huang Jingxuan said: "Aren't you afraid of being taken by him because you like this sword?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Yiming's face turned red, he really hadn't thought about it like this, so he replied: "Second Senior Uncle, I'd rather use an ordinary long sword like all your senior brothers. Teachers always say that I am very qualified, but I always feel that I am very stupid. Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Yiming, how can you think like this." The Ming Yuan Sword recognized you, and you are its master. For us, the blade should be very cherished. You shouldn't have that in mind. You must know that the blade also has spirituality, and if you are good to it, it will be good to you. If you don't treat it well, don't blame it for treating you badly. ”――

Thank you for your love and support of this book, Comrade Han will learn new spells in the next chapter, and everyone will know why he always likes it.