He felt confused, but what happened last night was vivid and could not be ignored, but it was unclear. He couldn't help but sigh and raised his head. Suddenly, the disciple standing in front of him seemed to slowly turn gray and black! Han Yiming was shocked and looked at it carefully, but there was no change. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and calmed down, and left all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

When Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang saw him clear-heartedly, they looked at each other and stopped talking. They just waited for him to open their eyes. The Taoist Pingbo sneered and said, "Oh, are you here to close your eyes and realize the truth?" Huang Jingxuan just glanced at him and said nothing. Pingbo Taoist popularity was in his heart, and if his skills were not lost, it would be aggravated. However, he had only lost two hundred years of spiritual power. Although he was not polite in his mouth, he felt a little guilty in his heart, so he stopped his voice.

A moment later, Han Yiming opened his eyes and looked at the disciple. He saw that the disciple was still standing in his original place, but his figure turned into a ball of darkness, with a little shadow on the ground, and his shadow was gone long ago! His face and skin turned black! After staring at him for a moment, a little bit of debris fell from him! Han Yiming was very surprised. He was alone, how could he fall off the debris? He was not a clay sculpture! In the midst of surprise, a gust of wind blew from himself, and some debris fell off the disciple, and a little powder was blown by the wind, without a trace!

Suddenly, he heard the Taoist Pingbo in his ear ridicule: "My little Taoist, have you seen anything? He stared at such a big eyes and was fascinated by the dust!" Han Yiming rushed up angrily, trying to argue, but his mouth was not as sharp as his. He couldn't help but breathe a long breath. He saw some dust falling from the disciple's body. Han Yiming's heart moved, and he walked two steps closer. Seeing that the disciple did not avoid it, he took a deep breath and blew towards him.

Although his tone was deep, he could not have the power to destroy the wind like a strong wind. But when he blew on the disciple, he was shocked. The disciple was like a clay Buddha in disrepair, and several large pieces of fragments fell off his body in a blink of an eye! At the same time, his chest was also filled with dust, revealing a hole. Han Yiming just blew it as he wanted, never expected it to be like this. He opened his mouth wide and said "ah", unable to speak!

Suddenly, a person around him pushed him away and squeezed to the position he had just stood. When Han Yiming was fully focused, he pushed him hard, staggered a few steps, and moved aside. The Taoist Pingbo looked at the disciple's chest carefully. Han Yiming didn't know if he saw the hollow on his chest, so he looked at his uncle, and Huang Jingxuan nodded to him: "Yiming, come to me!"

Han Yiming walked to his master and Huang Jingxuan said, "There are two more, you can look for it." Han Yiming was about to look back and look for it, but suddenly he saw that Taoist Pingbo was also vigorous and opened his mouth to blow at the disciple!

This blow was incomparable to Han Yiming's blow. With a "whimper" sound in his ear, the disciple was rolled up in a gust of wind, his clothes broke, revealing his skin. His skin was all black, peeling off like rotten wood, revealing gray bones, and then even the bones turned into tiny pieces. In a blink of an eye, the disciple was scattered on the ground like a pile of sand and dust. Apart from the black wood sword on his back, how could he tell that this was a person?

Everyone present was silent, and even the disciples who were slightly farther away looked here. No one said anything, and were shocked by the person who turned into dust and smoke when the wind blew! It was clearly a flesh-and-blooded body, but at this time it turned into dust. Taoist Pingbo was shocked and angry, looking at Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, and the three of them looked at each other. The three of them had been practicing for more than five hundred years, but the person Han Yiming said could slip to the disciple without them knowing it and sucking away the disciple's spiritual power and vitality. It can be seen that his practice had already been above them!

After a while, Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, have you heard someone approaching for three nights? Look at who else?..." Han Yiming looked at the five disciples under the Taoist Pingbo first. The five disciples were all pale, afraid that if they looked at him, they would turn into ashes. Han Yiming looked over one by one, and saw that the five disciples dodged and avoided his eyes. Han Yiming looked for a while, lowered his head, and Taoist Pingbo said to him, "Who is it?" His voice was cruel, and there was also indescribable anxiety. Han Yiming raised his head and looked at one of the disciples.

That was the disciple of the Taoist Pingbo the most favored, and he was quite talented. Although Han Yiming did not interact with the disciples of the Taoist Pingbo, this disciple had dealt with him. The Taoist Pingbo took several fellow disciples to capture him at that time. The Taoist Pingbo glanced at Han Yiming fiercely, and seemed to warn him that if he couldn't see correctly, the anger would be sent to him. But since he pointed out that the person was coming, the Taoist Pingbo was half-believing and half-doubted, walked to Wang Jingbo, shouted loudly, and sprayed him in one breath.

Wang Jingbo fell down and fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of dust! The Taoist Pingbo was furious and turned around and looked at Han Yiming fiercely, as if his disciples turned into ashes. It seemed that his tone was not blown by him, but by Han Yiming. Everyone lost their response and stood there blankly!

After a while, the Taoist Pingbo gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say there is another one? Look for it again!" Han Yiming had nothing to say, lowered his head and closed his mind, then raised his head and looked at the disciples under Pingbo's sect again. But this time, he couldn't see any strangeness anymore. Han Yiming's heart was tight. After watching three times in a row, he never saw any difference. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He calmed down and turned to Huang Jingxuan and said, "Master, it's gone!" As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Pingbo sneered, "You are really slick, you only look at my disciples, why don't you look at your good brothers?" Han Yiming felt cold in his heart. He really never looked at Lingshan's disciples, and he didn't want this to happen to his senior brothers in his heart. He just lowered his head and stood aside.
Chapter completed!