Chen Ruofu walked in and looked at the sword carefully, and then said for a moment: "It's really a good sword."

Han Yiming thought about Wuming's hard work in practicing the sword, and also remembered the hard-earned precious treasures used in this sword.

The two of them didn't even come to get the sword, but just stood aside and looked carefully.

After watching for a while, Han Yiming said to Chen Ruofu: "Senior Brother, don't you go and get the sword?"

Chen Ruofu looked at the Spirit Sword for a while and said, "I'll think about it again. Junior brother, don't you take it?"

Han Yiming also said after a while: "I..." He only said one word.

He wants this sword!

Before he saw the sword, he thought that the sword was not his and maybe he could not take it.

But after seeing this, he suddenly changed his mind. Even though the sword was not his, he wanted to try it.

Even though he has felt that the sword does not belong to him these days, he has a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the sword can belong to him.

Chen Ruofu looked at the sword and said, "Junior brother, let's take it as you wish. I'll take it first. Actually, I know that the sword is not mine, but I still have to take it. The sword is not mine, but I still have to take it once."

He walked forward, looked at the sword for a while, and reached out to hold it towards the hilt of the sword.

His hand barely touched the hilt of the sword, and the sword suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Chen Ruo held the slightest again!

Chen Ruofu's hand stopped where the hilt was before, and then gently moved it away after a while.

After his hand was removed, the sword appeared again, still shining with coldness.

Chen Ruofu withdrew his hand, looked at the sword for a moment, and said, "It turns out that the good sword is, I don't know which disciple's sword matches it."

His tone was silent, neither disappointed nor fluctuated.

After a while, Chen Ruo retreated. Han Yiming looked at him for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, won't you try again?"

Chen Ruofu smiled and said, "Junior brother, I can't get it even if I try it for another hundred times. One time is enough."

Perhaps it was Chen Ruofu's calmness that made Han Yiming suddenly calm down, and he said, "I'll go get the last one too."

He walked forward, stood up at the point where Shen Ruofu had previously stood up, and reached out to take it towards the hilt of the sword.

Holding the hard and rough hilt in his hand, Han Yiming calmed down and reached out to lift the sword, and he lifted it up.

Unexpected surprises came all the time, and Han Yiming held the breath and extended his hand holding the sword towards Chen Ruofu.

Before he could speak, the sharp blade had disappeared!

Han Yiming was shocked after being overjoyed, and stretched out his palm. There was only the hilt of the sword in his palm, and the hilt of the sword was gone in a blink of an eye.

And the sword appeared again where it was before, still leaning against the furnace!

Chen Ruofu was also extremely surprised. He walked to Han Yiming and looked at his palm for a moment, then bent down to look at the sword carefully, and then said for a moment: "Junior brother, take it again."

Han Yiming stared at his palm without making a sound, nor did he move anymore.

Even though he said that this spirit sword was not his, he really hoped that this spirit sword could be picked up by himself.

After the Mingyuan sword disappeared, Han Yiming felt very sorry, and thus he knew that the spiritual sword also disappeared.

Wuming refined the spirit sword, and he liked it very much, even from the first sight of it. This spirit sword is not as simple and generous as the Mingyuan sword. Half of the sword body has traces of hammering, but it is more agile.

When Han Yiming picked it up, the ecstasy in his heart was never before.

When he picked up the Mingyuan sword, he didn't know how precious the sword was, nor did he know that it was the dream of countless teachers in Lingshan, so he did not have such great joy.

When he lost it, he felt sorry but calm. The master's spiritual sword disappeared for the future of Lingshan, which was the so-called full use of everything.

Although he can defeat the enemy with the Qingshuang Sword, Wuming's spiritual sword must be stronger than the Qingshuang Sword. Han Yiming is worried that it will fall outside the Lingshan Mountain and will become a threat to the Lingshan Mountain from then on.

At this time, he knew that the owner of the spirit sword was not him, and his heart was filled with loss.

Chen Ruofu didn't see him and took it again, and said, "Junior brother, you can take it again."

Han Yiming stared at the spirit sword for a moment and sighed: "Senior Brother, this spirit sword is not mine. Even if I take it for another hundred times, I will not get it."

Chen Ruofu looked at him and said a moment later: "I know it is not yours. But you can take it again. I have a reason."

Han Yiming glanced at him, looked at the spiritual sword for a moment, and reached out to grab the sword hilt.

The hilt of the spirit sword was hard and rough, and it felt very rough when held in the hand.

Han Yiming didn't dare to lift the sword, and held the hilt with force. After a moment, Chen Ruofu said, "Get up."

Han Yiming lifted the sword.

A cold light flashed on the blade of the sword, and then disappeared without a trace.

Han Yiming spread his palms, and the hilt of the sword in his palm slowly became nothing until he never saw him again.

Han Yiming looked at his palm, and Chen Ruofu looked at the place where the sword leaned against before.

This time the sword did not appear by the fire again, but did not know where it went.

Han Yiming became more and more depressed, and Chen Ruoduo said nothing for a while.

After a while, Han Yiming said, "Senior Brother, let's go."

Without waiting for Chen Ruo to make a comeback, he walked out of the hut first.

When Han Yiming came outside the hut, he was breathing. Everything in the house was like a dream, a dream that made him depressed.

Since he arrived in Lingshan, Han Yiming has always been the center of sight for everyone.

When he was a disciple of Lingshan, he owned the Master's Mingyuan Sword, and at that time he was the target of everyone's struggle; after the masters died, he became the leader of Lingshan. Although Lingshan was small, his remaining power was still there, and he still made everyone look at him.

Although Lingshan is not the Lingshan that was achieved by the masters in the past and his abilities are limited, he has preserved the Lingshan lineage and built it like this now.

Even though he is innocent in his heart, he is not as fickle as others, nor is he as greedy as others, he is still human.

Han Yiming was extremely disappointed without being selected by the sword. Is this telling him that he is no longer the most important person in Lingshan?

When Han Yiming suddenly thought of this, he was also startled and said to himself: "Is I really so narrow-minded?"

After thinking about it again, I couldn't help but sigh at the magnanimity of the teachers.

The teachers were very happy and all were happy when they took the Mingyuan Sword himself.

Now that I can't own this spiritual sword, I feel very unhappy, completely different from the teachers and commanders back then!

Han Yiming suddenly felt ashamed. If the teachers were unhappy back then, could he successfully get the Mingyuan Sword?

Suddenly I remembered Yuan Hui's Tengjiao Sword, and I could also take the Tengjiao Sword. Was I proud at that time?

He thought about that day carefully and was not proud. The Tengjiao sword was as famous as the Mingyuan sword, but he never thought of it for himself, and he could hardly even remember this sword. Why did he care so much about the sword refined by Wuming alone?

Chen Ruofu walked out of the hut, stood there and looked for a moment before saying, "Junior brother, let's go back."

At this time, the bluestone had long disappeared. Han Yiming was about to call him to lead the way, but the thick fog in front of him was like being blown by the strong wind, dispersing.
Chapter completed!