Jiang Yuzi coughed dryly and said, "In this way, we can't find a piqi?" Huang Songtao smiled bitterly: "Brother Dao said this, which made me very embarrassed." Don't hide it from Brother Dao, I wish I had never accepted a disciple like Songfeng. Although I can't drive the Piercing Spiritual Blade, after all, the Piercing Spiritual Blade was handed down by the ancestors, so I lost it, but I am not a disciple. Therefore, I also want to find it back as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease!" everyone was silent again.

Suddenly, someone said, "Well, I have an idea below, I would like to ask you." This voice Han Yiming is very familiar, it is a Pingbo Dao person. The crowd all looked at him, and the Pingbo Daoist coughed and said, "Destroying the spirit blade, what you say is also a divine weapon." We know, and the white dragon naturally knows, that it will live longer than us. Could it be that it struck first and led the hedgehog out, just to seek this future use?" Everyone was silent, but it was not that they agreed, but because of the strangeness of the divine blade, others could only see it, but they couldn't understand it, and it was inconvenient to interject.

Huang Songtao said: "What Brother Dao said is indeed a worry. It's just that this statement seems somewhat unlikely. After all, if there is nothing strange about the spiritual power in the divine weapon, and only the other party's cultivation is high, then the white dragon does not have to come here to grab the sword. Even so, it has not been able to take it away, and it is even more difficult to take away the sharp blade. Although Songfeng has been under my sect for nearly 200 years, he does not see any benefit in the slightest except for his long life. The longevity of life can be attributed to the aura of our sect, or it can be attributed to what we drink and eat. To be honest, he doesn't practice, and I don't see how deep his practice is. If it weren't for this amount of longevity on him, he would already be no different from a worldly person, and this alone cannot be regarded as cultivation. How can Bailong borrow his spiritual power from such a person? I have heard that if you want to give people spiritual power, you have to allow it. Over the years, no disciple has heard Song Feng say a word in full, and he doesn't speak. It's a voice, and it's a meaningless word, and it takes a few years to make a sound. How can he allow it?"

Han Yiming knew this very well, the white dragon snatched the sword from the clear place and borrowed the sword from himself, all of which were related to spiritual power and fell short. The fourth uncle also said that if he didn't need to borrow spiritual power, the white dragon would have killed Ming Xi a long time ago, and maybe he would have taken the Ming Yuan sword to fight the green dragon. Although the white dragon can induce the Ming Yuan Sword and has two thousand years of spiritual power, it cannot defeat his own sword technique. I couldn't help but feel nervous, but I couldn't say whether I was worried about Bailong, or Nameless, or maybe both.

After a pause, Smallpox Daoist said: "Didn't Brother Dao notice something strange?" Huang Songtao said: "Hmm, what does Brother Dao mean by something strange?" Smallpox Daoist said: "We don't have anything strange here. I'm just stunned, Songfeng is gone, isn't there any abnormal signs before?" Huang Songtao said: "Alas, he is free and loose every day, it's not that I don't restrain him, I really don't know how to restrain it, and I'm a little crazy, he can't understand what you say, what he wants to do, he is completely unaffected by others, so the disciples say that he is a person from outside the sky, and it is difficult to control!" Well, Brother Dao doesn't have to be anxious, let's pay attention everywhere, from this moment on, gather the demon disciples together, and don't let the white dragon be punished. Let's also send the news of the search for Songfeng back to the sect later, so that the disciples who stayed behind can pay attention to it privately. Maybe we can lead the white dragon around. Let out a little wind, and it just won't come and can't help it!"

Han Yiming was taken aback, but he heard Huang Songtao say: "This, is it good? Songfeng has no cultivation at all, and when he meets it, he ...... it" The smallpox Taoist smiled and said: "Brother Dao don't worry! If Songfeng is really like this, the white dragon will not be able to borrow the treasure sword." It still has to come to us, as long as we can invite the Qinglong Venerable to come in time, it won't be able to leave. Let's think of a way to trap the white dragon for a while, so that the Venerable can catch up!" "The smallpox Dao people are so scheming, how can they not surprise Han Yiming, he is anxious, but it is not easy to show it. How can we inform him?

The audience said that they would not let the Demon Sect Disciple be left alone, and maybe they would really make a trap! Han Yiming couldn't help but become anxious. If he wants to sit idly by, it will never be possible. Although he didn't want to see the white dragon kill these people to the point where the corpses were all over the field, he didn't want to see everyone fall into the trap of the white dragon and be destroyed by the green dragon. On the side, he was sweating in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.

The smallpox Taoist smiled: "Let's talk about it for the time being today, and you all go down and think about it." Now, we don't have to think about how to chase the white dragon, but we can think about how to invite the Venerable One to come in an instant? The white dragon has swaggered back and forth in front of us countless times. His Holiness came quickly, but he couldn't stand the long-distance attack, and when he came here, this guy had already slipped away. Can't we catch up, can't we catch up?" As soon as he said this, everyone stretched their faces and nodded yes.

Han Yiming was so anxious that he looked at the master, but saw that the master frowned. Looking to the side again, the fifth uncle's face was still constant as usual, but the fourth uncle's face was deeply thoughtful. His heart was so confused that he could still listen quietly, and quietly reached out and pressed his chest a few times, only to see that the dragon scale was full of inspiration at this time, and transmitted these many words to the ears of the white dragon, so that he knew it.

It's just that the dragon scale that will iron his chest is not moving at all at this time, Han Yiming even suspects that it is still on him, but in front of these many people, this thought can only be quietly hidden, and even reaching out to press his chest, he has to be very cautious. When he was in the middle of his soul, he suddenly saw the master come to him and said, "Let's go!" Han Yiming saw that the two senior uncles were also coming, sighed in his heart, followed behind the master, took two steps forward, and walked out of the enchantment.

He stopped, facing the bright sunshine in front of him, but he felt extremely heavy and depressed. Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder, and when he looked back, it was the fourth uncle. Chen Weiyu said to Lu Yueqing and Zhao Haoyang: "Senior brother, junior brother, please take the first step, I have a few words to say with Yiming!" Lu Yueqing looked at Han Yiming, was silent for a moment, and said: "Okay, it's time to say it! Fifth junior brother, let's go over first!"

Chen Weiyu watched them walk away, and then said to Han Yiming: "Yiming, are you worried?" He didn't say that it was okay, as soon as this remark came out, Han Yiming sighed heavily, and lowered his head: "Uncle, I ......" Chen Weiyu said: "Yiming, if you let you and Mingyuan Sword become bait to lure the white dragon to come, what will you do?"

There will be another chapter later today. Thank you all for your support!