Han Yiming had insufficient cultivation and concentration. He gritted his teeth, but his whole body trembled and he kept crying. Du Qingfeng was so straightforward that it made him unable to control himself. He and Du Qingfeng were also deeply brotherly. How could he bear the words he said when he was leaving? He finally gritted his teeth and couldn't help but snatch out of his eyes.

Seeing the fragments flying in the air, he suddenly became furious and looked at Taoist Pingbo fiercely. Although Du Qingfeng was not killed by Taoist Pingbo, Han Yiming was very angry at him. He pinched the hilt of the sword with his fingers, and suddenly Taoist Pingbo looked at him. There was also a cold light in his eyes, and there was a hint of ferociousness and resentment. Han Yiming gritted his teeth, and his anger rose in his chest, but he was pressing. His eyes did not wince and looked straight into his eyes.

Suddenly, Taoist Pingbo came closer and said, "Brother, you said you were inserted into your chest, then you..." Han Yiming felt a stern in his heart, looked at him, and said coldly: "What do you think of Taoist priest? You might as well say it directly, listen carefully." Taoist Pingbo glanced at Huang Jingxuan: "Brother Huang, he said in person that he was inserted into his chest. Everyone was turned into ashes, can he be spared? You should know what kind of demon that is!"

Han Yiming immediately understood that the Taoist Pingbo hated him to the core and wanted to turn into ashes. He looked at him coldly, and suddenly Du Qingfeng's resoluteness became resolute, and at worst he could turn into ashes! He would never let this evil Taoist speak to all the masters and brothers.

He was just speaking, "At worst, you can blow me up, I'm not afraid of you!" But Huang Jingxuan said lightly: "He did say that Dao Brother suspected that he was just like those three disciples?" Taoist Pingbo sneered, "How dare I doubt him? I just believe in the lie Maha!" Huang Jingxuan glanced at Han Yiming and hesitated a little. Taoist Pingbo smiled and said, "Brother Taoist, do you want to be favored by one or the other? They are all disciples, why did he get you to add another eye?" Han Yiming was filled with anger, glared at Taoist Pingbo fiercely, and said, "Master, my disciples also breathed like a master!"

After all, he was a little nervous and couldn't help but reach out and touch the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror on his chest. Huang Jingxuan saw his movements and knew it clearly. He suddenly rose the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror on him. The Wuxiang Treasure Mirror was extremely magical and not vulnerable, so he said, "Okay, then I'll blow it!" After that, he opened his mouth and blew it. Han Yiming only saw him blowing, and unexpectedly, but he didn't know that when he came to his face, a strong wind made his clothes move and dust flew.

Then a pain in his chest was so great that Han Yiming expected. He couldn't help but feel tight. He glanced at his chest and saw that it did not turn into dust. He saw that the two disciples under Pingbo's sect had turned into dust from their chests, so he looked at his chest first. Seeing that there was no change in his chest, he felt a little calmer. However, the pain in his chest became severe. Han Yiming gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with both hands, and his nails were all trapped in the flesh. He endured for a while, and looked down at his chest. He looked up and stunned Taoist Pingbo.

Taoist Pingbo was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and looked at Han Yiming fiercely. Han Yiming knew that he hated him, which was no less than that he hated him. After all, his two hundred years of spiritual power was broken on the Mingyuan Sword. Taoist Pingbo was the first to do evil, but he protected his shortcomings the most. Anything wrong is wrong, others are wrong, and he himself is never wrong.

The two looked at each other, and Huang Jingxuan said first: "Yiming!" If it weren't for the uncle and uncle who was beside him, Han Yiming would have been unable to hold back before. He knew that he was not the opponent of Taoist Pingbo, he would have to fight. This evil Taoist was really unforgivable and did all the bad things. But why did the uncle and uncle always endure it? No matter how good Han Yiming is, he could not help it.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the eyes of Taoist Pingbo were deeply resentful, and Han Yiming was angry, both of them were about to break out. Huang Jingxuan next to him sighed: "Brother Pingbo, you have seen it now. Yiming did not turn into ashes like other disciples. Can you rest assured?" Taoist Pingbo laughed: "Do you say that? I don't believe it! The life of my disciples is important! Who knows whether your brother is secretly following a private relationship and showing mercy?" Before Huang Jingxuan could speak, Han Yiming couldn't help but say: "The Taoist priest has to be well-founded. It seems inappropriate to say this to my master!" He almost said the three words "evil Taoist priest". When he reached his mouth, he changed his mouth and said "Taoist priest", but his tone was not respectful.

"Haha" Taoist Pingbo sneered: "Okay, since I have never followed my own words, why should I breathe a sigh of relief?" Han Yiming said: "Blow it! Don't say a word, I'm not afraid of you even if I swear for ten mouthfuls!" Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming!" Han Yiming stopped hearing his uncle's words. He was not a verbal person, but he couldn't bear it today, so he was tit-for-tat.

Taoist Pingbo took a deep breath and sprayed at Han Yiming. His breath was really much more violent than Huang Jingxuan's previous one, making Han Yiming's clothes roar. Han Yiming's chest was blown by the strong wind he vomited, and it was obvious that Taoist Pingbo also tried his best to blow him to ashes.

The severe pain in Han Yiming's chest was even worse than before, but he gritted his teeth, frowned, and said nothing. The Taoist Pingbo blew out in one breath, blowing very violently and lastingly. The two stood face to face, but three feet apart, one had a gray complexion, the other's face turned purple, and the middle was sharp wind roar. Han Yiming was angry, inexplicably sad and angry, and the pain was unbearable, so his face turned blue. The Taoist Pingbo was hated to the core, and there was nowhere to vent his anger, so he wanted to blow him away in one breath, so his face turned purple. But after blowing in one breath, there was no abnormality. The two of them each made their hearts feel blocked, and they became even colder!
Chapter completed!