Wuming was busy for a while, and somewhere to beat him and took a stone out and placed it in the open space. He took out a paper bag from his arms, and light came out from the paper bag. Wuming opened the paper bag and the light shot out directly. Han Yiming suddenly found that the paper was wrapped in a ball of fire. Xingchen turned to Han Yiming and said, "Stand up to the high place." Han Yiming walked to the pile of stones standing by Xingchen. Wuming had turned the paper bag over. The flame light floated gently, falling from the paper, and landed on the ground, just a little weak. Wuming reached out and lifted the flame light, placed it on the stone he had taken out before, took out a short stick in the other hand, and grounded it on the stone.

He grinded the stone and brought out a string of sparks. Han Yiming was stunned. Is this a fire drilling fire? But he clearly had a ball of fire. Wuming kept grinding down. I don’t know how many times it was, and the ball of fire lit up like a jump, and it became bigger. Han Yiming couldn’t help but say, “What does this mean?” Xingchen said, “Master, Wuming’s fire is called the divine fire. It is the fire left after the sky fire fell to the ground.” Han Yiming said, “Is he going to increase the divine fire?” Xingchen said, “This is lighting the divine fire. Not everyone can lit it, and it must be polished with the corresponding divine stone to ignite it.” Han Yiming couldn’t help but look at the divine stone below the divine fire. No matter how you look, you don’t see the strangeness. The divine stone is dark and inconspicuous.

But Wuming couldn't grind the divine stone. The short stick in his hand was also dark and inconspicuous. Han Yiming didn't recognize these many strange things, but after arriving at Lingshan, he saw so many strange things, so he stopped asking. Xingchen seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "The stone strip on Wuming's hand is called Fire Flint. There are quite a few stones, and I have seen a lot of them along the way. But it is very picky and sensible. It is not the corresponding divine stone, and it cannot attract divine fire." Han Yiming said "Oh", looked at the fire flint for a moment, and said, "Where did this come from? Why are there so many strange things on Wuming?"

Xingchen said: "Wuming's ability is to find these inconspicuous strange things. The head of the sect is worried that he was a strange thing obtained by Senior Huang Songtao. I can't say that even if it was obtained by Senior Huang Songtao, we don't know. But I can say that even if he had these things at Senior Huang Songtao, senior Huang Songtao wouldn't know. Wuming had already seen the dragon but had no end, and he wouldn't show them to others even if he got them. Even today the head of the sect saw it. If he did not show the treasures at Senior Huang Songtao, who would know that he had so many?"

Wuming polished the fire flint in his hand again and again. After polishing it for many times, the fire lit up again and became bigger. Huang Songtao's call continued, as if he knew that Wuming was different from usual tonight, and he was just like calling him. Huang Songtao had never called the name of the Lingshan Sect since the beginning. Han Yiming knew that he had left some affection for the Lingshan Sect in his face, and had long hated the Lingshan Sect. His disciple, who he regarded as a treasure, has been in the Lingshan Sect forever. No matter what he wanted, he would still be grateful to Lingshan? Han Yiming did not take Huang Songtao's anger. Wuming was really a bit different. Huang Songtao did not miss it. He was extremely patient with Wuming and had given countless wings. Wuming really didn't let him miss it, but he just waited for Wuming's unique appearance, but it had nothing to do with him.

No matter how Huang Songtao calls Wuming, Wuming will turn a deaf ear. Huang Songtao regards Wuming as his nephew. Even if he has never heard Qingfeng Mingyue's words, Han Yiming knew that Huang Songtao intended to cultivate Wuming so that he could pass on the position of the leader in the future. Huang Songtao's move was seen by Mingxi and Yuanhui, but Wuming was not similar to them. Now Wuming refuses to go back, and he knows nothing about Huang Songtao's thoughts, and he doesn't even recognize the name Huang Songtao took, but Huang Songtao could not let go. In fact, Han Yiming thought Huang Songtao was a little reluctant, but the sword of Pixie was still in Lingshan, so he could not let it go. If Wuming no longer wanted that knife one day, Han Yiming would be willing to return it.

Suddenly, Xingchen's voice said, "The leader is so kind. It's a pity that the leader's good intentions are hard to reverse. He is dissatisfied with Lingshan. You sent Lingshan to him and he hates you as much as he." Han Yiming was silent. Xingchen's words were good. Now that Wuming immediately returned to Huang Songtao's side, Huang Songtao's hatred for Lingshan will only become stronger and stronger. As if he heard Xingchen's words, Huang Songtao's call became more and more earnest: "Songfeng, are you really unwilling to go back with your master? There are so many brothers looking at you, are you indifferent?"

Wuming was indifferent. He seemed to be unable to hear Huang Songtao's call, and he just lowered his head and polished the stone with fire flint. Even if the stars did not make a sound, Han Yiming also knew that this divine stone was the divine stone corresponding to the fire flint. If the stars did not say that this was a divine stone, Han Yiming would not recognize it even if he stood in front of him. This was exactly the same as the treasure he had seen. This stone was extremely ordinary and had no eye-catching. If there was no fire flint on it, it would cause the divine fire to gradually grow bigger, and this was a stone that could be seen everywhere, extremely ordinary.

Qingshi suddenly asked Xingchen, "Don't cut my blood, right?" Han Yiming couldn't help looking at him. Qingshi looked worried, and his right hand couldn't help but touch his wrist, which had been cut with blood. Han Yiming said, "I won't cut your blood." Qingshi glanced at him and turned to look at Xingchen, Xingchen said, "Are you scared?" Qingshi said, "I'm afraid. Every time my former master cuts me, I said it would not hurt, but after that, I was so painful that I was about to break my hand." Xingchen said, "Your master is too unethical. Your blood is so spiritual, and he can't do anything if he cuts it like this. It can be seen that his Taoist practice is low. If I were torn three drops of blood, I would be able to accomplish anything." Qingshi couldn't help asking, "Is that right?" Xingchen said, "That's natural. Don't you believe it?"

Qingshi stopped talking. He looked down at his wrist. At this point, Han Yiming had already seen that Xingchen wanted to tattoo the blood of Bluestone. Qingshi was too unethical and his Taoist master was too low and his blood was cut so that his blood would run dry. Han Yiming never suspected that Xingchen's three drops of blood would be accomplished, but Qingshi was still scared, so he was extremely scared. Han Yiming said when he took Qingshi, he never cut his blood, so he never made a sound. When Han Yiming took him into the door, he never thought that his blood would help Lingshan. At this time, it seemed that Xingchen would definitely stab his blood, but he didn't know when he started.
Chapter completed!