As soon as the stars fell, they looked around, looked at a while, walked towards a divine tree, walked to the next to the divine tree, stretched out their hand, patted the tree body, the tree was thick, and the star was patted by a small hand. After a while, they shook their heads, turned around and walked towards another divine tree. For some reason, he always felt that he had heard of this divine tree at the sky, but when he thought about it carefully, he could not remember it. After all, I have experienced too many things in the past three years, and I remember everything in every detail. It was really difficult. After watching Xingchen slapped several divine trees, standing in front of one divine tree, Han Yiming walked over and said: Is it this? Xingchen said: Yes. While saying that, he looked up at the sky and said: In another hour, this divine tree can be cut.

Han Yiming said: Can't you cut it now? Or is it useless to cut it down now? Xingchen looked at the divine wood with big eyes, looked up and down a few times before he said: Of course, it is also useful to cut it down now, but the knife and axe that can lift the divine wood has not been built yet. Han Yiming reached out to support the pungent tree, touched the rough bark, and gently touched it with his hand, and had touched a piece of cracked bark. His two fingers clamped the bark and pulled it down, pulling a piece of bark. His fingers moved, and he had already pulled it down.

The bark was pinched into pieces. Looking at Xingchen again, he looked at himself with his head tilted, his mouth slightly chubby, and he looked at the show. Although Xingchen was small, he was quite obedient. Han Yiming knew that he was smart and saw his disbelief, so he said: Xingchen, you said you would not be able to cut this divine tree at the sky until the moment, so I would try it now? Xingchen said: If the leader wants to cut it, he will chop it. No matter how much I say, it is better for the leader to try it. Han Yiming said: OK. Summon the Qingshuang Sword and slash it hard at this divine tree.

His cultivation level was no longer like when he had just entered Lingshan. At this time, purple light flashed on the Qingfrost Sword, with clusters of frost flowers, and slashed hard on the Jutian divine wood. The sparks were splashing everywhere, and the spiritual light flashed, but the divine wood was not moving at all. Han Yiming cut through the sword, but the divine wood was shocked. He looked forward again and saw that there was no trace on the tree. He could not see that he had cut a sword. Only then did he realize that the word "Divine Wood" was actually called. Xingchen said: "The Sky"

The divine wood is formed by the spiritual energy of the earth, and it cannot be cut until time is time. Han Yiming said: So that's it, then when can it be cut? Xingchen said: This tree can be cut after an hour. But it is only one hour. It must be cut down within an hour. After an hour, it cannot be cut again. Han Yiming looked at the divine wood and said: OK, let's give it a try. If it can't be cut, it will be cut again in another time.

Xingchen widened his eyes and Han Yiming said: What's wrong? Xingchen said: If you can't cut it today, this tree will take another six thousand years to cut it. He looked around and pointed to another divine tree and said: The next time it will be this tree. It's eight hundred years later. Han Yiming was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he only looked at the weird star. He said: Originally, this is the divine tree. He suddenly listened, looked around for a moment, pulled Han Yiming and said: Someone is here, the leader, let's hide first.

Han Yiming followed him and looked around. There were trees that were thick with each other. They were looking for a place to hide. Xingchen raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers with a light sound. His eyes darkened. Then he saw clearly. He was still standing in place, but his feet were empty. Xingchen had made a barrier to encircle both of them. Xingchen said: Don’t make a sound. There are many people who know when the Heavenly God Wood can be cut down, but there are not many people who know when to cut them down. See who is here. Han Yiming also had this curiosity and nodded immediately.

The two of them stopped talking. After a moment, a slight footsteps came. Han Yiming looked in the sound and walked out of two people. He didn't recognize these two people. A Taoist in front was holding a whisk in his right hand, wearing a green Taoist robe, with a pretty face, with long beards fluttering in the wind, which was quite a few minutes old. The man behind was a boy, with a thick and black skin, thick and thick appearance, with a matte tied on his shoulder, a short cloth, a thick waist, and a straw sandal. He looked only sixteen or seven years old, like the disciple of the Taoist in front. The two of them were in front of him, without saying anything, facing each of the gods in the sky. The two of them were in front of him, without saying anything, facing each of the gods in the sky.

Look closely. The Taoist whisks his right hand and calculates his left hand. Han Yiming didn't know how to calculate, and saw his left thumb pinching on each finger, lying at the heavenly divine wood. He pinched for a while, and the boy couldn't help it and asked him in a low voice: Master, are you right? The Taoist shouted: Don't talk nonsense. He looked around, pinched for a while, and murmured to himself: It's this! Could it be that I'm not right? I'll calculate again. He looked around, shook his head slightly, and then said to the boy: Where is my abacus? The boy shouted, and took out a calculation from the tie on his shoulder.

This abacus is very strange. There is a small Bagua in the middle. Outside each hexagram, there are three bamboo sticks strung with two layers of beads. One layer inside is two abacus beads, the other layer outside is five abacus beads, and the outermost part is also surrounded by a circle, forming a Bagua. Although Han Yiming didn't understand the wonder, he was shocked to see such a strange abacus. Looking at Xingchen, he tilted his head, frowned slightly, and looked at the Taoist man firmly.

The Taoist took the abacus and said to the boy: Why are you standing there? You are not spreading it? The boy took out a piece of white cloth from his own frame, shook it open, and spread it flat on the ground. The Taoist put the abacus on the cloth, sat cross-legged, and entered into a state of concentration. The boy stood on one side, with his eyes patrolling around. Han Yiming looked at Xingchen, Xingchen stood on one side, tilted his head, and looked at the two of them carefully. His big black and white eyes were staring at the Taoist, and then looked at the boy, and then explored his expression. After a while, the Taoist opened his eyes, pinched his left thumb on the index finger and middle finger, and his right five fingers quickly moved the abacus. The Taoist's fingers were plucked quickly on the abacus, and the abacus beads were beaten by him. Han Yiming knew that there were many strange people after these years. Look at this Taoist,
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