Xingchen said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not like your former master. They just want to use you. But I don't, and our heads can't do it either. Even if Lingshan has to ask for your blood, I won't do it." Qingshi looked at him for a moment and said, "Is it true?" Xingchen said, "Don't you believe me?" Qingshi nodded and said, "I believe." Xingchen said, "That's fine. Cut you into that, they can really do it." Qingshi said, "It hurts very much, and I feel very cold after cutting the blood. It's been a lot of days.

He couldn't recover and couldn't even eat." Xingchen said, "You don't have to be afraid. The master will teach you a few spells so that these bad guys can't beat you in the future, so that they can't catch you and cut your blood." Qingshi was very happy and turned to look at Han Yiming and said, "It's true, Master?" Han Yiming said, "When I have time, I will definitely teach you two tricks." Although Xingchen did not explain, Han Yiming already understood that he would not force Qingshi to prick blood. But if Qingshi was willing to prick blood, it would not be considered as breaking Lingshan's oath to accept him into the game.

Xingchen's thoughts have always been difficult to guess. Han Yiming thought he couldn't understand his thoughts. Since he was a child, he felt that his thoughts were far beyond his expectations. It seemed to be scheming, but it seemed to be simple due to nature. When Qingshi entered Lingshan, Han Yiming really saw that he was pitiful. He had spiritual blood and was slaughtered. He thought about getting into Lingshan, and he suffered less. But he never expected that there was a star waiting here. Qingshi and Xingchen had always been good. Listening to Xingchen's words, Han Yiming suddenly felt that this was what Xingchen had waited for a long time before he said. Qingshi was silent and said to Xingchen, "Do you want me to cut blood?" Xingchen said, "Will you cut blood for Lingshan?" Qingshi looked at him for a moment and said, "If you really want me to cut blood, I will cut it."

Xingchen said, "It hurts so much, you should not cut it." Qingshi said, "I mean it, I treat you as my friend. If you really want me to cut blood, I will let you cut it." Xingchen said, "I'm telling the truth, it hurts so much, don't cut it anymore. Your blood is very powerful. At most, just use the tip of a needle to stab it on your finger. Two drops of blood are enough. Cut you into that, which shows how poor your former master's cultivation is." Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief. He was extremely innocent and relaxed, and said, "I knew you were making fun of me, no

I will really cut me off." Xingchen said, "I never have the idea of ​​hitting someone else's good baby. Your blood is the good baby on you. I won't let anyone else do it." Qingshi also said seriously, "You also say that my blood is very powerful. If we are good friends like us, one day you want my blood, tell me, I will give it to you." Han Yiming heard that Qingshi's blood stabbing was settled, but he didn't know when it was to hit him. Xingchen smiled and said, "I know, you don't have to worry. With the head here, others can't hit you even if you have the idea."

Qingshi looked at Wuming and said, "Is this called him?" Huang Songtao's voice still came, and it did not stop. Xingchen said, "Let him go." Qingshi stopped asking, and stood there looking at Wuming. Wuming still polished the divine stone with fire flint. At this time, he led the divine fire to the fire flint. As he polished, the divine fire brightened again and again, and the flame became bigger and bigger as it jumped, and it was polished until late at night. The flame, which was originally the size of a bean, had become the size of a pair of hands together.

Wuming was sweating all over. He stood up and took off his clothes, put away the fire flint, held the flame in both hands, walked to the side, touched a wooden strip from the ground, placed the divine fire on it, and carefully placed the wooden strip on the ground. The divine fire jumped on the wooden strip a few times, gradually getting smaller, and then turned out after a moment. Han Yiming couldn't help but "ah", and Wuming's divine fire that had worked hard in the middle of the night was extinguished like this?

Suddenly a little fire flashed beside him. When he looked down, there was a spark beside the pile of stones where he was standing, and then a spark flashed again and again. After a while, the sparks flashed little by little, extending towards the distance. Even the sparks flashed in the flower field. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard Xingchen's voice saying, "Sect Master, don't worry, the divine fire is enough, as long as I wait for the mortal body to avoid it, the spiritual flowers and flowers in the flower field will not be burned by the divine fire." Han Yiming turned around and looked at him, half of the time

Suddenly, "Xingchen, are you really an ordinary womb like us?" Xingchen said, "I am no different from the head of the sect. The head of the sect has strong spiritual power, and I am also born with strong spiritual power, but I am still an ordinary womb." Han Yiming sighed, and Xingchen said, "Can you explain clearly where the head of the sect comes from?" Han Yiming said, "I can't explain it clearly." Xingchen said, "I can't explain it now, but I will definitely explain it clearly in the future. At that time, I will tell the head where my spiritual power comes from."

Bluestone looked at the stars and then looked at him, but it didn't sound like a sound. Wuming went straight to the flowers and took an anvil and placed the fire flint on the anvil. He held a hammer in his other hand and waited. After a moment, the flame appeared a little. The flames appeared as weak as beans, but once they flashed, the flames became larger. It flashed for a while, and Han Yiming had already seen the divine fire in the flower field dim, while the divine fire on the fire flint became larger and larger. Han Yiming already understood that it had received all the divine fires all over the ground and the divine fires all over the ground, but why the divine fires were all over the ground, but he didn't understand why the divine fires were all over the ground.

Wuming touched a big bucket and put it next to the anvil. This divine fire is different from the ordinary fire. It is not fiery red, with a very light color, and it looks a little cold. Huang Songtao's call is still echoing in his ears. Han Yiming suddenly thought: "Is it because he knew that Wuming had made some moves tonight that he called me?" But it is really hard to understand this matter. Han Yiming would never meet Huang Songtao face to face at this time, but Wuming could not ask, and he couldn't ask any questions.
Chapter completed!