Han Yiming glanced at the Pingbo Daoren, who looked at the place where the spirit worm disappeared with two eyes on his face, and there was a look of regret on his face. Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Okay, it's finally come out, let's go!" turned around and walked towards the place where everyone was over there. Han Yiming followed behind, and was about to take a step, when a person came over and said, "Little friend, come and tell me." What's going on?"

It was Pingbo Daoren, Han Yiming took a step back and stayed away from him. Although he was not smart, he saw that his uncle avoided answering Pingbo Daoren's questions, and knew that he could not answer. He just said, "I don't know!" He wanted to walk away, but saw a pair of eyes from Pingbo Dao looking him up and down. Han Yiming was young in the end, and he looked a little hairy, Zhao Haoyang turned his head, frowned, and said, "Yiming, let's go!" Han Yiming said to him, as if he had gained strength, turned around and left.

The people of both factions had not eaten for a long time, and when they saw the light of day, they first sat down on the spot and rested for a while, and then went to look for water. Han Yiming saw that several senior brothers had stood up, and he also wanted to get up to help. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, don't go, it's here!" Han Yiming didn't have any objections to the arrangement of the masters at this time, no matter how the masters arranged, they all had a certain amount of truth, even if they had questions, they had to seek answers in private, so they sat down again.

After resting for a while with his uncle and uncle, Sima Lingyi had already returned with a few senior brothers. They found a pile of fruit whose names were unknown. Sima Lingyi smiled: "That's what I found." Huang Jingxuan said: "Very good! This is already very good." Han Yiming took a fruit handed by the senior brother and brought it to his mouth, but he didn't bite it. Sima Lingyi distributed the fruit to everyone, turned around and came back, saw him stunned, and asked, "Little junior brother, why don't you eat it, are you afraid of acid?"

Han Yiming came back to his senses: "Oh, no, thank you, senior brother." It turned out that he suddenly thought about why his uncle didn't let him go looking for food. Although Pingbo Daoren also spoke to his disciples, his eyes shot at Han Yiming from time to time. No matter how stupid Han Yiming is, he knows that he has bad intentions towards him. Uncle Shi didn't want to be left alone, so he gave him a chance.

In the end, he struggled out of the giant mouth of the spirit worm with the fifth uncle. He hadn't seen that golden light before, he had seen it once not long ago. It was the night he turned into a tree, and he had seen it once in the hands of the man in white. The golden luster that turned the night into the day came from the Ming Yuan Sword. Pingbo Daoren is not a character that can be taken lightly, he must get to the bottom of this golden light, and if it were someone else, it would be the same. Uncle Shi and Uncle Shi will never say it, and he may not dare to fight their ideas. But the idea of beating Han Yiming is obviously still feasible.

After getting out of the mirage, the journey after that was much smoother. Pingbo Dao people are no longer so arrogant, thinking that they have suffered losses in the mirage, and they are no longer reckless. Although everyone is eating wild fruits at this time, the cultivators are more accountable than these. It is a great blessing to be able to get out of this long valley safely.

Walking out of the valley, it was already an afternoon four days later. Walking out of another mountain pass, a path appeared in front of him, Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Okay, if there is a road, it means that there are people in front." All of a sudden, the spirits of the people were lifted, and after walking a short time, a small village appeared far away at the end of the path.

There are only a few dozen families in the small village, and from a distance, dozens of dilapidated earthen houses are uneven, gathered in twos and threes. Some of the chimneys on the mud houses still emitted white smoke upward. This was the most ordinary scene, Han Yiming saw it, but it was like a world away.

They found two families in the village to live, and Han Yiming saw that the clothes of the people in this village were a little different from his own group, and a sense of cordiality rose in his heart. Although the villagers are very poor, they are very welcoming. Lingshan's subordinates lived in one family's house, and the Pingbo Dao people lived in another family with their disciples.

At dinner, the host brought up two wooden basins, one containing vegetables and the other containing rice. Although it looks very crude, it has made the people of Lingshan very satisfied and grateful. They had been very tired for days, and they had eaten wild fruits, and they were already very happy to have rice. After dinner, everyone rested early.

Han Yiming was so tired that he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already the middle of the moon, he turned over, and was about to sleep again. But I felt that something had crawled on my body. When he opened his eyes, the moonlight shone right through the window. He was dressed in plain clothes, and he was spotless in the moonlight. A long black shadow crawled over his arm.

This black shadow was nearly a foot long, an inch wide, with countless legs and feet, and it was a large red and black centipede. Centipedes are not scary, he has seen many of them in the village since he was a child. But this centipede is too big, red and black in color, and it is a little scary. And there are so many legs and feet, so that he has some throat hair. Han Yiming remained motionless and let it crawl over him. The centipede crawled past him, crawled past Lu Jingxin, who was lying beside him, and crawled out of the house.

Han Yiming was about to fall asleep, but he heard a sound of soft footsteps. Han Yiming got up quietly, looked out through the crack in the window, and saw a person running past the window with a piece of clothing wrapped around his head. Han Yiming couldn't help but be surprised, he just ran, mortals will have a time to run, but why did he wrap a piece of clothing around his head?

He looked around, and all the senior brothers were sleeping soundly. Han Yiming quietly got up, put the Mingyuan sword on his back, and tiptoed out of the house. He was originally weak, but he had been following the people of Lingshan for a long time, and his legs and feet were also agile, and he quietly followed behind the man. He had already seen this short stature, and it was by no means a second master, nor was he a Pingbo Dao person. Although the Pingbo Dao people are slender and long, they are not short, so they are relieved to follow boldly.

I saw the man in front of him, stopping and walking, occasionally bending down to look on the ground, and then getting up and running forward. Han Yiming was very strange and followed behind. Suddenly, the person in front of him squatted down in a place, and Han Yiming saw that he was squatting there for a while, so he stood up and carried a slender thing in his hand.

Han Yiming was far away and couldn't see it very clearly, but he also knew that this must be a snake and worm, this person ran at night in order to catch some snakes and insects, which was not strange, as long as it was not difficult for the Lingshan faction. Turn around and go back the way.

After walking only a few steps, I saw a man in Tsing Yi coming out from under a big tree in front of him, looking at him with a smile. As soon as Han Yiming saw him, he secretly said, "Oops!" The man in Tsing Yi was carrying a black and heavy wooden sword on his back, and it was the Pingbo Dao man-

Will there be a conflict between Han Yiming and Pingbodao people? Please pay attention to tomorrow's content. Thank you very much for your support. I will keep writing this book, thank you very much!