Han Yiming endured it and said, "Senior Brother, there is always a cause and effect in everything. I can't withstand the destruction of Lingshan anymore, but my senior brother's sword is probably going to bring disaster to Lingshan. I hope my senior brother will make it clear."

After a pause, Han Yiming said, "I have a few questions, please tell me. What is in the gourd? Where did it come from?"

Wuming snored, and Han Yiming did not stop and said, "Senior Brother, has the Pixie sword melted into the sword?"

Han Yiming never thought that Wuming would bring the Pixie Sword to Lingshan. Even though the Pixie Sword was one of the four spiritual blades, even if his Mingyuan Sword was gone, he would not be greedy for the sword.

Perhaps others were envious of the Pixie Sword, but Han Yiming always felt that the spiritual swords that were in Lingshan were the treasures of Lingshan. No matter how good the Pixie Sword is, it is not a thing in Lingshan.

Although Han Yiming was not as smart and transparent as Chen Rufu, at this point, Rufeng Ruchen came to the door again. Seeing Wuming's actions, he felt that Wuming had already taken the Pixie Sword to Lingshan by Wuming.

Wuming was still asleep. Han Yiming stood for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, I still have a question, who are you and who are you?"

He had long identified Wuming as a disciple of Lingshan, and before joining Huang Songtao's sect, he was a disciple of Lingshan.

But no one knew about it at that time, Han Yiming became suspicious because he beat Wuming and followed him.

Huang Songtao came to him but couldn't take him back. Han Yiming knew that Wuming's master-apprenticeship and Huang Songtao were just Huang Songtao's wishful thinking.

After Huang Songtao died, Wuming came straight to Lingshan. At that time, Han Yiming knew that although he was unconscious, he had already had the relationship with Huang Songtao's master and disciple, and he would go back to Lingshan from then on.

Now that he has finished refining his sword, the Pixie Sword has melted into this sword, he must be a disciple of Lingshan!

Wuming is different from his disciples in Lingshan. He is a disciple of Lingshan, but he doesn't know which teacher's disciple is.

Huang Songtao took him under his sect, but he just took care of him for a while.

Han Yiming couldn't help but think: "Is that Pixie Baojian is also a Lingshan Spirit Blade, but it's just wandering outside?"

But then I remembered the origin of the four spiritual blades that Sima Lingyi had talked about before, and shook his head again.

Sima Lingyi was the highest-level senior brother in Lingshan at that time, and his knowledge and words were definitely true. If the Pixie Treasure Sword was really the spiritual blade of Lingshan, he should have heard of it.

Han Yiming carefully thought about the origin of the Pixie Sword Sword Stone found by Senior Ya Jiu. Yixi Taoist Master Yixiu had given him guidance to refine the Pixie Sword Sword. This spiritual blade was from Huang Songtao Sect.

But now this spiritual blade is gone.

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother Wuming, if you have already made the Pixie sword into this sword, please tell me."

Wuming still slept soundly, Han Yiming sighed and turned around and walked out of the hut.

The fog was covered with thick fog outside the hut. Han Yiming looked up and saw thick white fog. He recognized the direction and still headed towards the stove.

He walked a few steps, and the thick fog in front of him had dissipated, and the stove was still in its original place.

But there was a person standing in front of the stove, and the man was looking at the alien iron in his hand.

At this time, the unusual iron was already in the shape of a sword, but the sword body was covered with patterns, and there were rays of fire flashing in the patterns.

And this man was half open in his clothes and his long hair was floating, which was exactly the nameless!

Han Yiming was stunned. Wasn't Wuming sleeping soundly in the hut?

But he didn't turn back, but just looked back and saw that there was no longer a thick white mist behind him.

The nameless general held the alien in his hand and waved it a few times, sat down locally. He held the sword in his right hand and soaked his left hand in the bucket next to him, and then wiped it at the sword.

After his hand was wiped from the blade, the blade trembled gently, and the wisps of fire faded away, but there were flashes of light.

Han Yiming's heart moved and looked carefully at Wuming's left hand. He saw a small piece of black stone in his left hand, soaking in the wooden barrel, and then wiping it towards the blade.

"This, is this the essence sword-graining stone?" Han Yiming couldn't help asking.

Wuming still couldn't say a word, his eyes were only on the sword and grinding stone in his hand.

Han Yiming stared at him for a moment. He didn't care at all, but just focused on polishing the sword in his hand.

The grinding stone slid past the blade, and the sound of grinding came from the sound, which was very rough.

Suddenly, a light sound was heard, and the blade actually collapsed, and the broken pieces splashed open.

Han Yiming was stunned on the spot. Even though he only saw Wuming refining the sword this time, he knew that he must have refined several times before.

There was a strange iron on the sword, and the gourd of unknown origin was used, the spiritual power of Lingshan, the spiritual blood of bluestone, and the sacrifice of Senior Sister Peng. All of these were not something that would be obtained in the future.

If it fails, the senior sister will really sacrifice her life in vain.

The cracked fragments splashed on the ground, with a crystal luster, and disappeared in a moment.

Wuming seemed to be unable to see it, and he still grinds his sword blades one after another.

After polishing for a while, the unknown general put down the sword in his hand and turned back to the hut.

Han Yiming stood in front of the broken sword for a long time, but he never came out again.

After standing for a while, the stove disappeared, and thick fog surged from all directions to spread white where he stood.

Han Yiming knew that Wuming would not see him again. Even if he walked in the direction he remembered, he might not be able to walk to Wuming's thatched hut. But after thinking about it, he still had many questions to ask, and called Qingshi and said, "Qingshi, come and take me to his thatched hut."

After a while, the bluestone walked out of the thick fog. He came straight to Han Yiming and said, "He doesn't see you, let me take you out."

Han Yiming said: "I have something to ask him, take me to see him."

Qingshi shook his head and said, "He won't see you now, he asks me to take you back.

Before Han Yiming could speak, he said again: "Even if you go to his door, he will not see you. He asked me to take you away, so I can't take you to him."

Han Yiming said: "Did you listen to him or me?"

Qingshi said, "Of course I listened to him!" He answered in a slash, and Han Yiming was stunned.

Han Yiming said word by word: "I want to see him, you take me there. I have something to ask him."

Qingshi still said, "He asked me to take you back. He won't see you, he doesn't want to see you."

Han Yiming said: "It's important to keep things in mind, you must take me to see him."

Qingshi also felt like he was angry and said angrily: "He doesn't want to see you, he doesn't want to see you, he doesn't even see me, how can I take you to see him?"

Han Yiming was suffocated, Qingshi stopped talking, turned around and left.

Qingshitou walked straight forward without looking back. Han Yiming stood there with a lot of questions and didn't know where to ask.

He kept stopping at the foot of the bluestone, and he didn't look back and called him, and walked out and stood there.
Chapter completed!