This sentence awakened Han Yiming directly. He looked at Yuanhui and said, "Senior Brother, I can agree to this condition, but I have to define a place. Your disciples come to Lingshan and practice on the designated territory. How about it?" His words were not beyond Yuanhui's expectations. However, Yuanhui did not agree immediately, so it was difficult. Han Yiming knew that if what he said was not in line with his wishes, he would immediately refuse. He had never refused immediately, which shows that what he said was just as his wishes.

But Han Yiming's intention was not the only one. He said, "Senior Brother, you should also draw a place for my fellow Lingshan to practice." Han Yiming naturally knew that as long as he made this request, Yuanhui would draw a place for Lingshan disciples. The cultivation level in his sect was not favored by Lingshan, but all the things in Lingshan were what Yuanhui wanted. Han Yiming made this request was to see where Yuanhui would give Lingshan, and according to the territory of Yuanhui for Lingshan, he would draw a piece of Lingshan to Yuanhui. He also thought that if Lingshan encountered another disaster one day, his fellow disciples would have a place to leave quickly.

Yuanhui showed a hesitation look, and Han Yiming did not urge him, but just looked at Yuanhui. He suddenly realized that he had never seen Yuanhui clearly. Even if Yuanhui practiced a hundred years higher than him, he was definitely not the opponent of those fellow practitioners who had been practicing for hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years. And his balanced way made Chenxishan stand among fellow practitioners, which was worthy of careful study. Yuanhui naturally planned everything for Chenxishan, and Lingshan also had to plan for everything himself. It was better to learn from him.

He suddenly understood that his disgust towards Yuanhui was a little bit worse. Even though he looked down on some of Yuanhui's practices, he could learn from him. The teachers were no longer there, and everything in Lingshan depends on himself. What's wrong with learning Yuanhui's practices? He naturally didn't have to learn his despised practices, but now it seems that as long as it is beneficial to Lingshan, he should do it.

He didn't urge him, Yuanhui pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "I, Chenxi Mountain, have nothing particularly outstanding, so don't you dislike me?" Han Yiming smiled slightly: "Senior brother is too humble. All sects have their strengths, and Lingshan also needs to learn more about the strengths of each sect. Therefore, I think that since the senior brother is interested in Lingshan's communication, please give Lingshan an opportunity to learn the strengths of the senior brother's sect. If the senior brother agrees, I will find a way to build this spiritual land with my senior brother."

After a pause, Yuanhui smiled and said, "Junior brother is so happy, so I will follow my junior brother." Han Yiming stretched out his hand and said, "Senior brother, let's make an appointment." Yuanhui smiled and said, "Okay, but I still have something to ask for help from my junior brother." Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, tell me." Yuanhui said, "I have always been very envious of Lingshan's spirit." Han Yiming heard the string song and knew its meaning, and said, "Senior brother still wants the Mingyuan sword?" Yuanhui smiled and said, "That is the junior brother's sword, I don't want it. What I want is another Lingshan sword."

He smiled, and Han Yiming was a little confused. He thought for a while and said, "Mingyuan Sword is my sword. Although there were many spiritual swords in Lingshan before, only Mingyuan Sword is my sword. If my junior brother wants it, I can make the decision. Other swords are all swords from fellow Lingshan. I can't make the decision." After a pause, Han Yiming said, "Including the spiritual sword on Qing Zhubiao's body, I am not able to make the decision. Therefore, if my senior brother wants other swords, I can't make the decision. Please understand."

He mentioned Qingzhubiao and Suwen sword, Yuan Hui paused slightly, and after a moment, he said with a smile: "My junior brother is a little unhappy about me picking up Qingzhubiao. This is also a natural person. I can't take his sword back. If my junior brother wants to take it back, what will I send it to Lingshan another day?" Han Yiming said lightly: "No need." He even got Qingzhubiao into the sect, and he would never let Qingzhubiao send Suwen back to Lingshan.

Yuanhui didn't mention this matter anymore, and said, "Junior brother, listen to me. I don't want the spirit sword of your Lingshan disciple. The spirit sword recognizes the master, and has recognized the master's spirit sword. I want it to come. What I want is a master of Lingshan." Han Yiming said, "The spirit swords in Lingshan have masters, and the senior brother's plan is probably going to fail." Yuanhui smiled slightly: "Junior brother, Lingshan has Wuming, this masterless spirit sword will be cast sooner or later, I want this spiritual sword." Han Yiming looked at Yuanhui in a daze, and Yuanhui smiled and said, "No, Wuming is in Lingshan, and his spiritual power is to cast swords. I don't want the existing spirit sword in Lingshan, and I want the spirit sword that Wuming will cast in the future." Han Yiming hesitated and said, "Wuming is not a disciple of Lingshan, but I'm afraid I can't help my senior brother."

Yuan Hui smiled faintly: "Junior brother, it doesn't matter whether Wuming is a disciple of Lingshan. Senior Huang Songtao has been silent. Can the disciples in his sect call Yuanhui back?" Han Yiming was silent. What Yuan Hui said was right. The disciples in Huang Songtao's sect were not outstanding, so he invited Pingbo to Lingshan with him. Even Huang Songtao could not call Wuming back, and it was even more difficult for his disciples to call him back. But at this time, what Han Yiming was asking was definitely not this matter. He calmed down and said to Yuan Hui: "How did Senior Brother know that Wuming wants to cast a sword?" Yuan Hui smiled slightly: "Junior brother, Wuming, who can polish the Pixie Sword, is the uniqueness of his sword. Moreover, I saw something."

He stopped and smiled and said, "I'm not afraid that junior brother, you say senior brother, I'm talking in my sleep. On the night when Senior Huang died, I saw Wuming forging a sword in my dream. In fact, Wuming was not trying to make a sword, but he had already made a sword in Lingshan. I wonder if I was right?" Han Yiming looked at Yuan Hui in a daze, and this time it was beyond his expectations. Yuan Hui smiled and said, "You are the leader of a sect, and you won't even know this?"

Han Yiming said for a while: "I really don't know what he is going to do? I only know that he was in the sect for the middle of the night that night." Because he didn't know if Yuanhui saw him, Han Yiming thought about it and did not intend to tell the truth, but just avoided the important things and said lightly. Yuan Hui said: "His spiritual power is to forge swords! There is no doubt about this. Although the Pixie Sword he held made many fellow practitioners jealous, you and I know that it's nothing. You have a spiritual sword, and I also have a spiritual sword, and our spiritual sword is really good? I can't see that. With his nameless spirituality, if the Pixie Sword in his hand is perfect, how could he still make a sword?"
Chapter completed!