Xingchen smiled and turned his head and said, "Don't worry, the head of the Lanlong was seen by me. I was not injured that day. Now with the help of the white lion, it is easier to kill it." Han Yiming said, "Where did you slaughter the dragon? Could it be?" Xingchen said lightly, "The head of the sect is good. I killed Xiaoguai. The blue dragon's spiritual power has been swallowed up by Xiaoguai and Lingwu. Xiaoguai's spiritual power was found by the black loach, so there will be a golden dragon. Logically speaking, Xiaoguai is different from the past, and with Lingwu, this golden dragon can also get a draw. But my thoughts are faster, so Xiaoguai and Lingwu can also enter the country faster. Therefore, I went to kill this dragon and left the first half with Xiaoguai and Lingwu. I guess he is useful in this second half." His eyes were Wuming.

Han Yiming said, "He broke the spirit bones." Xingchen said, "He broke the spirit bones for no reason, he broke them only if he wanted to use them. If ordinary people were not allowed to get close to them, the head of the sect should not worry." He said lightly, and Han Yiming sighed slightly and stopped talking.

Soon, the fire among the stones was burning, and the flames rose three feet high. Wuming was busy all around. I don’t know where he got many strange stones, all filled in the fire, but the flames did not become smaller because of the stones he filled them, but became more and more prosperous. And as the flames burned, the stones slowly showed various colors. Han Yiming looked carefully and saw that these stones were all in all colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and a few were dark and dark. As the flames became more and more prosperous, the dark and dark shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining shining

Han Yiming had never seen such many stones so strange. He had seen them on the side before, but he could not see any strangeness. When he saw this, he looked carefully for a while and had to admire him, and said, "I really don't know how he found it?" Xingchen said lightly, "Some of them were found by him, and some were given to him by me." Han Yiming looked at him, and Xingchen said, "I also have the ability to recognize stones. The strange stones I like are different from those of ordinary people." Han Yiming did not doubt that Xingchen had too many confusings on his body. He had wanted to ask, but he knew that Xingchen would never say it casually, so he didn't ask. Suddenly, he remembered that Bai Shi also had a strange stone. I wonder if it was also in it?

As if he heard what he thought in his heart, Xingchen said, "The white lion's strange stones are not here, use these to look at them first." At this time, the flame is no longer fiery red, but blue, as blue as rain passes through the sky. Han Yiming said, "What kind of fire is this? Is Samadhi true fire?" Xingchen said, "This is not Samadhi true fire, this is the heavenly fire. Falling from the sky, these stones are all strange stones, and they must be furnished with strange fire." Han Yiming looked at Wuming for a few minutes, and saw that he was crazy, but he didn't know that he had such eyesight to find these rare treasures.

.The sky fire was only heard and seen today. Perhaps the nameless thing is really in forging.

Wuming held an iron hammer in his hand, and after a moment, even the hammer was put into the fire. Han Yiming was stunned. The hammer entered the stove, but it became brighter in a moment, and it was not as dark as before. Suddenly, the star's hand raised, and a flash of inspiration flashed. Something flew out of his hand and flew straight into the stove. When Han Yiming looked again, it was clearly a piece of wood, with a blood-red color, and suddenly realized that it was the heavenly divine wood. However, this god wood fell into the furnace, but it did not burn, and it was still blood-red. The heavenly fire that could burn Wuming's hammer brightly could not burn the heavenly divine wood.

Suddenly Wuming reached into the sky fire, grabbed the heavenly divine wood, and pried it up in the pile of stones. Han Yiming said, "This sky fire is extremely powerful, why is it not hot." Qingshi stretched out his hand to approach and touch it. Xingchen glanced at him and said, "Do you don't want your hand?" Qingshi immediately retracted his hand and said, "Yes, but isn't he hot?" Xingchen said, "He is not afraid of hot, but you are afraid. Don't get close, and people who get close will turn into nothing." Han Yiming looked at Xingchen with seriousness, not as if he was scared Qingshi, and also said, "Yes, don't get close."

Wuming flipped through the pile of stones for a while, took a stone out, put it on the ground, picked up the hammer and forged it at the stone. With a wave of his hand, the hammer shook a bright trace of light, and the hammer hit the stone, and the fire splashed everywhere. The stone was originally a little silver light, but was forged by the hammer. The silver light became more and more. After a few more hammers, cracks appeared on the stone, and the silver light poured out like water. After two more forgings, the black Chen outside the stone disappeared, and turned into a ball of iron full of spikes and dazzling silver light. Wuming stopped the hammer and searched in the fire again.

He first pried the divine wood of the sky in the pile of stones. Han Yiming then realized that although the divine wood of the sky was only a piece and did not burn, there were flashing bits of fire on the wood, and it flashed brightly and darkly like starlight. The sky fire could not burn the divine wood of the sky before. Is it burning? Han Yiming couldn't help but look at the bluestone. This was the divine wood that was cut down with his blood. What do you think of the bluestone?

Qingshi looked at the divine wood of the sky but did not move. His eyes turned to another stone when he looked at the divine wood of the sky. It seemed that the divine wood of the sky and other stones could not touch him. As if he heard Han Yiming's heart, Xingchen said: "Master, he can't remember the divine wood. I remember that he forgot this divine wood, so it's better not to remember any things. Those things are his past events. In his past, he was plotted and cut off blood. He is still young and always remembers these things and will not be free and happy in the future." Han Yiming thought for a while and said: "There are many things that people cannot forget. Do you make him unable to remember?"

Xingchen said, "It depends on what it is. You must remember the important things. For him, cutting down the divine wood is not a happy thing, but a pain. He is often frightened at night. I think he can't get rid of the pain, so he forgot about it." Han Yiming turned around and looked at Xingchen, and after a moment, he said, "Did you forget about you yourself?" Xingchen was stunned and stopped talking. Han Yiming said, "Xingchen, I don't suspect that you will be unfavorable to Lingshan. You are undoubtedly a disciple of Lingshan. With your spiritual power, if you were there on that day, Lingshan would not necessarily be destroyed. Why didn't you come out to help?"

Xingchen was sad and said after a moment: "Master, I was conspired at that time, and my spiritual power was limited, and I was not even free." Han Yiming sighed: "I am not capable enough, so I can only watch the teachers and commanders of the same sects be killed one after another." Xingchen said: "Master, your spiritual power is only half used, and half has not been used yet. But this half is not your spiritual power. You want to pass it to others. The time is coming, are you willing to pass it to others?" Han Yiming looked at him for a moment: "Someone told me before that my spiritual power is a treasure, so I can't use it all. Is this treasure hidden for you?"

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