Han Yiming is honest and can't lie, so he wants to say: "He gave it to me." He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. I had something to say in my heart, but I couldn't say it. After a pause, I tried to answer again, but I still couldn't speak. The men waited for him to answer, and he opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't say a word. Han Yiming was very surprised, and suddenly remembered that the young man had said to him, "I can't say a word about me, I can't write it", and he suddenly realized in his heart, and said in his heart: "Since this is the case, I won't say anything." He sighed and said, "Give me back my sword." ”

They waited for him for a while, but when they did not reply, they went to look at the wooden sword, and listened to his words of asking for it. The person holding the wooden sword turned the wooden sword upside down in his hand, looked at it again and again, shook his head and said, "It turned out to be a peach wood sword." Another obese human: "No wonder I can finish him off, it's just that this peach wood is a little strange, show it to me." The previous man handed the wooden sword to the person who spoke later and said, "Brother Huang Songtao, you should also take a closer look." ”

Huang Songtao took the wooden sword, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's a purple peach wood sword." He gently stroked the sword body with his hand, stroked it straight from the sword grid to the tip of the sword, shook his head and said, "Compared to other peach wood swords, it is nothing special. Purple mahogany has the effect of breaking demons, so this sword should also have the ability to break demons. It's just that this sword alone can kill him?" he said, glancing at the body of the young man on the ground. Instead, he asked Han Yiming, "How did you kill him?"

Han Yiming knew that he couldn't speak, so he didn't answer, just looked down at the young man on the ground. Huang Songtao waited for a while, and when he saw that he didn't answer, he said, "Why don't you speak?" Han Yiming didn't pay attention, just stared at the young man in a daze. Someone next to him said: "Songtao, don't ask." You can see that he has just turned his face back at this time, and he is very frightened when he thinks about it. ”

Huang Songtao looked Han Yiming up and down for a while, his gaze was aggressive, and Han Yiming couldn't help but shrink a little. Huang Songtao shook his head again and said, "I just don't understand, even a person who doesn't have the slightest aura can kill the Demon Star? Several people next to him shook their heads and sighed, as if they had missed a golden opportunity, which made Han Yiming more and more inexplicable. They sighed for a while, and Jing Xuan said, "We can see his traces from afar, and it is so amazing, but it is a pity that everything is over." It's just that he has always been cautious, and we have been going around in circles with him for two months, and this guy is extremely cunning, leaving almost no clues. Every time we miss him, it's just a fraction of a second. obviously calculated that he was going to be caught, but he always let him get rid of the rabbit, which was very annoying. Why did you make such a big move this time?

The man who had taken the peachwood sword earlier reached out and took the purple peachwood sword from Huang Songtao's hand, and said, "You must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and he is just a demon star now, not invincible." Life and death of all things are fixed, he has exhausted his magic power, he is no different from ordinary people, who is killed, it is his fate, why should we make a fuss. The crowd nodded yes.

When Han Yiming heard them say "Demon Star", he couldn't help but think in his heart: "What is the Demon Star?Is this young man a Demon Star?" only to hear one person sigh: "We have been chasing him for these days, not to mention the effort, and we haven't gained the slightest amount, it's really ......" He couldn't hide his disappointment on his face, shook his head, and said to the man with the peach wood sword in his hand: "Brother Jiang Yuro, show me the wooden sword, how about it?"

Jiang Yuzi glanced at him coldly and said, "Of all the peach wood swords in the world, there is nothing better than your black peach sword of Brother Pingbo Dao, what else is there to see." They completely ignored Han Yiming and spoke to themselves. Han Yiming had to stand beside him, if it weren't for the sword that the young man handed over to him at this time in the hands of these people, he would have walked away.

Hearing Jiang Yuroe say this, Han Yiming couldn't help but glance at the people of Pingbo Dao. Seeing that he was carrying a sword on his back, in fact, everyone in front of him was wearing Taoist robes and carrying long swords on his back, but they appeared suddenly, and Han Yiming didn't notice these when his soul was scattered. At this time, he looked at the back of the Pingbo Daoren, who also carried a wooden sword on his back, which was dark and dull in color and had no scabbard.

Pingbo Daoren said with a smile: "What did Brother Jiang Yuzi say? With this spade sword, the junior brother can't look at other blades?" he said as he did it himself, taking the wooden sword in Jiang Yuroe's hand into his hand. Jiang Yuzi frowned, but did not speak. Pingbo Daoren looked at it carefully, touched the sword with his hand for a while, frowned, and said, "I really can't see any mysteries." In this way, this sword will be given to the younger brother. As he spoke, he tucked the mahogany sword into his wide sleeves.

Han Yiming was in a hurry and said, "That's my sword! You, you give it back to me." As soon as he spoke up, Jiang Yuroe also said: "Brother Pingbo Dao, take a look at it, it's too domineering, and it will be yours after reading it." If you want to see it this way, then you should say that whoever sees the sword first here should own it. ”

Pingbo Daoren laughed twice and said, "If it is a sword that subdues demons and slays demons, the junior brother will naturally not compete with all the Daoist brothers. It's just that this sword is really mediocre. I have never cast a spell, nor do I have the slightest spiritual power, such things are everywhere, the little brother has the courage to ask for it from your fellow Dao brothers, will you not give the little brother this face?" Han Yiming said hurriedly: "That's my sword, give it back to me." ”

The people of Pingbo Dao didn't look at Han Yiming, but only said to everyone: "Anyway, I've been running around with my disciples for all these years, and I can't make my disciples have no benefit at all?" You all have benefits, why can't you share this cup of soup with me?" As soon as he finished speaking, another person sneered: "Brother Pingbo Dao, did I Chen Rufeng get any benefits? Every time I kill the Demon Star, I Chen Rufeng does not lose any strength, and I am tired of running around like you." I didn't get the slightest benefit. Isn't it? I didn't take in the demon disciples, let alone get the sword you said about subduing demons. Since there is nothing peculiar about this sword, it is better to give it to me, I will bring it back, and I will also explain to the disciples who have worked hard for many days. As he spoke, he stretched out his palm to the Pingbo Daoren.

Pingbo Daoren smiled and said, "Brother Chen Dao, there are so many good things in your Heavenly Sword Sect, don't you still want to fight with me for this inconspicuous thing?"