Along the way, I saw the seven-ring treasure mirror of the Pingbo Dao people shining at that bit of blue light, but it couldn't cover that little bit of flickering light. The blue light always lit up in front of him, like a mischievous child, turning his head to lure the people behind him while walking forward. The more this is the case, the more itchy and unbearable the people of Pingbo Dao become, and a cold light from the Seven Ring Treasure Mirror can't help but move forward.

They walked forward for a while, and when they came to a meadow, they saw the blue light flash twice, and then suddenly disappeared. A cold light from the Seven Rings Treasure Mirror swept around for a while, but no blue light could be found. The Pingbo Dao man also squatted on the ground and bent down to look for a while, stood up, sighed hatefully, was distracted for a while, and looked at the ground carefully. Han Yiming also searched carefully on the ground, but there was no trace of the blue light. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly tightened his arm, looked back, and felt a flower in front of him, and stood still after a while. But it was Huang Jingxuan who pulled him into the air, and they jumped to the top of a big tree, and then they saw a cold light sweeping from where they were standing. It turned out that the people of Pingbo Dao were unwilling, and the seven-ring treasure mirror was taken around.

Huang Jingxuan and Han Yiming stood at the top of the tree, with dense branches and leaves under their feet, and the Pingbo Daoist also turned his head, only to see the lush branches and leaves on his head, he was probably just looking around for that little bit of blue light, so his eyes were just a glance. He bent down and searched for a long time on the ground, but there was really no trace to be found, so he had to accept the seven-ring treasure mirror, his face was full of disappointment, and he went where he came.

Han Yiming stood on the top of the tree for a long time, and when he saw him go, there was no sound, Fang asked softly: "Second Master, what is that?" Huang Jingxuan shook his head: "I don't know what it is?" It's just that this thing is very strange. It was even faster than the Seven Rings Treasure Mirror. Maybe I'm overthinking...... But the vision of the head of the road is very unique, but all good things cannot escape his eyes. If only you Uncle Shirakura were here, she would have known what it was. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Does Uncle Bai Ying know? Could it be that Uncle Bai Ying knows all the flowers and plants in the world?" couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that this is also some kind of strange grass and tree?"

Huang Jingxuan said: "But all spirit beasts are white light, or yellow light, and there are also red luster. But the red luster is the young beast of the spirit beast, the so-called young beasts are all under five hundred years of cultivation, because they are flesh and blood, so they are red light. The spirit animals with yellow and white luster are all spirit animals that are more than 1,000 years old, and there are also those born with yellow and white luster, but there are not many. And those who have attained the Tao of grass and trees are different kinds of luster, and most of them are green and pink. If you cultivate properly, you will also have other colors. However, the luster of the grass and trees is far weaker than that of spirit beasts, and it looks hazy. After all, the spirit beast is the aura of Zhong Tiandi, and it is not the same as the grass and trees. Han Yiming said: "But it's a little girl, Xiao Ray, its luster is white." Isn't it only five hundred years?" Huang Jingxuan said: "Little boy is different. It was born with a supernatural spirit, and it can be regarded as a divine creature. Since its birth, it has already had the spiritual power of others who have practiced for hundreds of years, and it has long been separated from the spirit beast. Although there are many spirit beasts, dragons and phoenixes have long been divine beasts and are no longer among spirit beasts. ”

Han Yiming was very surprised: "I see. Huang Jingxuan looked into the distance for a while, sighed, shook his head, and said, "Yiming, let's go." I hope I'm too careful. ”

In the early morning of the next day, Han Yiming and Sima Lingyi went to the creek to wash together. They have always been sleeping in the wilderness, and the first thing that cultivators are "self-cultivation" is, so when they get up in the morning, they all go to find water to wash. The two of them walked through a wood, came to the stream, washed up, stood up, and suddenly saw several people flash behind them.

These people were all in cyan robes and carrying swords. As soon as they came out, they blocked the way, and two of them had already been flying in the air with their swords, and they were the disciples of the Pingbo Daoren. When Han Yiming saw their posture, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and became vigilant. Suddenly, Sima Lingyi beside him said, "Senior Brother Wang, what do you have to say?"

Senior Brother Wang said: "My master invited this junior brother to talk to each other, and specially taught me to come and invite him." Sima Lingyi smiled and said, "Yiming, come here and see Senior Brother Wang." This Senior Brother Wang is the eldest disciple of the Pingbo Daoist, Senior Brother Wang Jingbo. Han Yiming hesitated slightly, but saw Sima Lingyi nodding slightly, so he had to step forward, give a salute, say hello, and then retreat.

Wang Jingbo said: "Senior Brother Han, please." Han Yiming was quite reluctant to go, and was about to excuse himself, when he heard Sima Lingyi say: "Senior Brother Wang, although we are fellow believers. But the sects are different, and the Pingbo Daoist wants to see my junior brother, which is the relationship between my junior brother and the Taoist leader. However, it seems that the elders of different sects should meet the juniors in front of the elders of that sect. What do you want to ask, you should ask in front of the elders of the sect?" Wang Jingbo said: "That is the rule in your sect, it can only restrain you, and it has nothing to do with us. All I know is that Master tells me to see him, and I have to take him to see him. With a wave of his hand, several people around him surrounded him.

Han Yiming couldn't help but lightly touch the Mingyuan sword behind him, took a step back, and Sima Lingyi said, "Senior Brother Wang, can you ask the Taoist chief what he wants to ask my junior brother?" Wang Jingbo said: "Master's business, how can a disciple talk too much, just ask this junior brother to go with us." The disciples of the Pingbo Dao people moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Han Yiming and Sima Lingyi in the center. Sima Lingyi said: "Senior Brother Wang, how about I take my junior brother back to explain to my uncle, and then send him to Daoist Pingbo?" Wang Jingbo said coldly: "This, don't bother Senior Brother Sima." ”

Sima Lingyi said: "Pingbo Dao is long but has a life, and the juniors dare not refuse." It's just that Senior Brother Wang's appearance doesn't seem like an invitation. Reaching out to grab Han Yiming's arm, Wang Jingbo sneered and said, "This junior brother, please!" Han Yiming's arm tightened, but it was Sima Lingyi who grabbed his arm. Suddenly, someone on the top of his head rushed down, and one person on the left and right grabbed Han Yiming's shoulders and pulled them up. Han Yiming was startled and struggled hard, but saw Sima Lingyi let go of his hand, his hands were raised with two fingers, his eyes stared at Wang Jingbo, and suddenly he only heard the sound of "brush", and a cold light flew out from Sima Lingyi's back. His golden sword had flown out of its sheath.

As soon as the golden green sword came out of its sheath, it flew straight towards Han Yiming's right shoulder, and the sword light of the golden green sword flickered in the sun, forcing the person who grabbed his right shoulder away in the blink of an eye. As soon as Han Yiming saw his golden and green sword unsheathed, he silently recited in his heart the mantra of chasing the wind like a shadow that Huang Jingxuan taught him yesterday. After reading it twice, there was a sound of "brush", and the sword of Ming Yuan also popped out of its sheath.

Whether Han Yiming can escape from Wang Qingbo's men, please look forward to tomorrow's content. After escaping, they are about to embark on a new journey, and I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank all of you for your support.