At this time, even the elbows had changed. The dark and slender arm he had seen before appeared, and the tendons and veins were all revealed, which was ferocious and terrifying! Han Yiming gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his chest, restrained his mind, and ate his right hand, and the middle fingers moved, and the Mingyuan sword was deshewn out!

Han Yiming pointed at the woman in front of him with two fingers. The golden light of Mingyuan's sword flashed, and several golden lights went towards the woman. The golden light went quickly, and Han Yiming guessed that he would definitely hit him. He knew that his chest suddenly hurt, as if something was about to take it out. The woman raised her other hand to cover her face. She could see her bright cherry lips becoming purple and ferocious, and the skin next to the cherry lips also turned blue and gray. She suddenly turned around and the hand inserted in front of Han Yiming's chest struggled out, but for some reason she couldn't break free. Several golden lights had flew behind her head in a blink of an eye. She suddenly turned into a smog and dissipated invisible!

Han Yiming fell to the ground, feeling that his whole body was about to spread, and his chest was still painful. When he looked at his chest, it was nothing unusual. Even his clothes were good, not to mention the hole, he didn't even get any dust! Suddenly someone fell beside him and said, "Yiming, what's wrong with you?" It was Zhao Haoyang, who was about to speak, but Han Yiming couldn't even say a word. Zhao Haoyang's face shook a few times in front of him, and it was pitch black.

After opening his eyes again, it was already clear and clear above his head. Han Yiming moved, and someone said, "Yiming, how are you?" It was Huang Jingxuan. Han Yiming moved, and his body was as usual, without any discomfort. He quickly sat up and looked around. He saw that all the senior brothers were farther away and talking. Zhao Haoyang sat upright on a big rock, and Taoist Pingbo was talking to his disciples there. It seemed that what he saw last night was that the smiling woman and her thin and terrifying back were all his own nightmare.

But that was not a dream after all. Han Yiming still remembered the feeling of cold sweat falling from his vest and his hair standing up. Even the pain in his chest seemed to have left a trace of charm, and he couldn't help but reach out and press his chest. Wherever his hand was, it was extremely hard. Wuxiang Baojing was lying quietly in his arms. Did Wuxiang Baojing save his life last night?

"Yiming? What did you see?" Huang Jingxuan's question sounded in his ears. Han Yiming turned around and saw Huang Jingxuan's eyes facing him, with a exploratory look in his expression. For a moment, thousands of words surged to his mouth. Just as he was about to tell, a blue light flashed in the corner of his eyes. Han Yiming glanced at the blue light and held back. The Taoist Pingbo was vicious. He was either an idiot or had two hundred years of spiritual power. He should not underestimate it, so he just didn't say anything.

Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, what happened to you last night? I heard a sound here. Did you see something strange?" Han Yiming looked at Taoist Pingbo and nodded. Huang Jingxuan said, "Okay, it's not important, just say it. We and Taoist Pingbo are all the way. If there is something, we should let the Taoist priest know. Taoist priest know, everyone can work together to ensure safety!" Although Han Yiming was unwilling, he was indeed good. He gritted his teeth and told him what he saw last night.

He first said that he heard strange voices for three consecutive nights, and then said the terrifying and weird woman. After half of it, Huang Jingxuan had changed his expression and said, "Question Limaha!" Han Yiming didn't understand why, but stopped his mouth. Huang Jingxuan asked again, "Yiming, have you heard someone come in three consecutive nights?" Han Yiming couldn't understand the first four words of Master, but he understood it later, nodded, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Did you really hear it wrong?" Han Yiming was stunned and said, "Master, I haven't heard it wrong." Huang Jingxuan was silent for a moment and said, "Wait for a moment!" He said, "Fellow Taoist Pingbo, junior brother, come and listen!"

The Taoist Pingbo was already peeping around, and almost immediately came to the front. Zhao Haoyang also came to the air. The two sat down. Huang Jingxuan signaled Han Yiming to explain in detail since he was talking, and Han Yiming said in detail again. After he finished speaking, the three of them changed their faces and said, "Question Limaha!" He gestured with his eyes to each other. The Taoist Pingbo asked first, "Did you see someone put his hands in the heart of my disciple last night?" His expression was quite nervous. Han Yiming was stunned and nodded.

Taoist Pingbo looked at the other side where his disciples were sitting, and saw that the six disciples were still sitting there, without any abnormality, so he looked at Han Yiming again. Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, did you really see it? Have you ever seen it wrong?" Han Yiming shook his head and also looked at the direction where Taoist Pingbo was disciples. Seeing that the disciple who was inserted into his chest by the hand dry like a chicken claw last night was also there, I couldn't help but say, "What I saw with my own eyes is him!" He said, and pointed.

Taoist Pingbo looked at the disciple and said to Han Yiming, "Didn't you admit your mistake?" Han Yiming shook his head, Taoist Pingbo said, "Okay, then I'll call him over!" Then he called the disciple over and asked, "You didn't have a nightmare last night?" The disciple shook his head. He deliberately bit the word "nightmare" very heavily and glanced at Han Yiming with his eyes. He intended to ridicule Han Yiming for having a nightmare last night.

Huang Jingxuan knew his intention, but he couldn't say anything. Although Han Yiming was disgusted with his tone, it was important after all. It was not as important as he was angry, so he turned around and looked at the disciple. He saw him standing in front of him wearing a blue-clothed and a Taoist crown on his head, carrying a spade wood sword, and he couldn't tell the difference. But last night he clearly saw the arm stretching into his chest, how could he still stand here forever?

But then I thought, wasn’t that hand inserted into my chest? Isn’t it okay? But Han Yiming knew very well that he had the appearance of the treasure mirror in front of his chest, and he didn’t know if the appearance of the treasure mirror had saved him. But I don’t know if the disciple also had some treasures in his chest, so he was able to survive.

This disciple stood in front of him alive, as if he was laughing at his nightmare last night. Han Yiming was very puzzled. Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, have you really not read it wrong?" Han Yiming himself became a little suspicious, but he clearly remembered that it was not his dream. The woman's appearance of swearing and looking at the charming, the rough and ferocious shadow, and the cold sweat on the vest were unforgettable!
Chapter completed!