Han Yiming saw him like this, and knew that he was afraid that the Pingbo Sect's disciple would involve him, so he picked himself out. But he couldn't be moved. He felt that he was a little sarcastic and said, "No need to do anything for me, I will never forget the past." Pingbo Sect's disciples said sarcastically: "Look, these things that come to the door are not good." "No one wants them." "What are the faces of those who rebel against the teacher again?" Xu Ziwei's face became more and more embarrassing, and his cheeks were

The upper muscles twisted, which was caused by gritting their teeth hard. These words were extremely unpleasant. Han Yiming felt sad, but he felt a little unpleasant. These words were really unpleasant. If it were him, he would have heard them anger and started fighting with them. Someone else said, "If I were you, I would have been hit to death and lived in this world. What's the shame of seeing him?" Although Han Yiming did not regard Xu Ziwei as his senior brother in Lingshan, he was still worried that he would be angry with these words.

But he saw that although Xu Ziwei was gritting his teeth and holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he just glared at them, and did not look like he was trying to find a mistake. It turned out that he was extremely angry and no one died! Xu Ziwei said nothing and said for a while: "Don't you have to arouse me! If I can't see your tricks, I'll live for more than a hundred years in vain. It's not that I can't die, but that I can't be stimulated by you! If I'm really excited to death, wouldn't I fall into your plot? I can only live to keep my junior brother safe. I understand this more than anyone else. What kind of dirty water do you want to pour on me? Just pour it on. I'm not afraid at all, nor do I care!"

As he said that, the sword in his hand crossed, blocked Han Yiming, and said, "Come on, come up, let me see your ability to win too. Isn't this your ability? Use it all, look at me a little scared of you." He spoke at first, and was a little angry, but later he was calmer. The anger on his face disappeared, his face no longer distorted, but there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes. Han Yiming was quite surprised. This master was surprised.

Brother is too tolerant. Qian Ruohua said, "In terms of this, you are no longer a disciple of Lingshan. What are you doing in this nosy business? It is better to leave quickly." Han Yiming glanced at Xu Ziwei, and Xu Ziwei said, "If there is an injustice on the road, everyone will step on it. I will not be able to stand you arrogantly. I want to help him. Don't drive me away. I am determined not to leave. You must attack him, just come up, and pass my stance, and then go and discuss with him."

His words were also simple. Han Yiming was a little surprised. He glanced at him but didn't say anything. Suddenly, there was a voice in his heart saying, "They attack me, you go quickly." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and looked at Xu Ziwei. This was his ability to prevent others from hearing words from speaking. Xu Ziwei didn't look at him at all, but just blocked him. Han Yiming was not the one who was huddled behind others. He looked at him and did not take his words to heart.

Qian Ruohua said, "Okay, I don't blame me for being merciless when I advise you, so don't blame me for being merciless. Junior Brother Han, it's your business to be with this person, but I want to take you to meet my master. Let's go!" After he finished speaking the last word, the Pingbo Sect had summoned the peach wood sword on their backs and looked at the two of them. For a moment, the spiritual light on the peach wood sword flashed, and bursts of spiritual energy rushed, blocking the two of them aside.

When Han Yiming saw Xu Ziwei blocking him, he knew that the Pingbo Sect's disciple could not pounce on him for a moment. He reached out and loosened his clothes on his chest, stuffed Ling Fengyun into his arms, wrapped him with the clothes, and tied his belt tightly to prevent him from being injured by the Pingbo Sect's disciple when he was taking action. Depending on the situation, Xu Ziwei did not leave him alone, and he could not leave Xu Ziwei and left by himself. Even if he was a passerby, he could not watch him die because of helping him. Han Yiming moved his finger and called out the Mingyuan sword and slashed forward with one sword.

He had known for a long time that he would take the lead when he started. There were many people in Pingbo's sect, and if he started slowly, he would suffer losses. It would always be beneficial to take action first. As soon as he took action, Xu Ziwei would do it. As soon as Xu Ziwei took action, Han Yiming felt his eyes lit up and turned red slightly. It seemed that there was a layer of red mist in front of him. He was a little surprised. Then he heard Xu Ziwei's voice say in his heart: "Junior brother, take a child with you, don't fight with them. If you have been in a long time, you will always suffer losses.

Let's leave first, don't worry about me." Han Yiming wanted to say, "No need, I'm not used to hudding behind people." But when the words came to his mouth, he felt harsh again and held back. But the Mingyuan sword in his hand was slashed horizontally and vertically, without any allowance. For a moment, cold lights came out from the Mingyuan sword, scattered like thin needles, and the spiritual light was everywhere. The Pingbo Sect's disciples dodged, and they did not dare not avoid its sharpness. Some swung peach wood swords to block it, which also blocked the spiritual light.

The Pingbo Sect's people were not vegetarian, and their subordinates were not soft. They all rushed forward. The spiritual power on the peach wood sword in their hands was completely different from the spiritual power of the Mingyuan Sword. The spiritual power of the Mingyuan Sword was released, while the spiritual power on their peach wood sword was lingering with the sword edge, dyeing the peach wood sword with some sharp aura. However, they were numerous, and the spiritual power on the peach wood sword slowly became enchanting. Han Yiming had already seen Xu Ziwei's clothes cut by the spiritual power of the peach wood sword, and a broken hole was cut on the collar. However, their spiritual power had never approached him. Just a little surprised, he suddenly heard someone say, "Damn, this person named Xu used some magic for him, why can't I hit that boy?" Han Yiming suddenly understood that the red fog in front of him was Xu Ziwei who cast a spell on him in order to make them unable to hit him.

He glanced at Xu Ziwei for a moment. Is he really following him as he said? Suddenly, anger rushed up, his fingers tightly grasped the hilt of Mingyuan's sword. The spiritual energy on the sword body was angrily spreading, like a shadow chasing the wind sword technique, making it faster and faster. After a while, the whole field was surrounded by Mingyuan's spiritual energy, dazzling light. He suppressed the spiritual light of the peach wood sword. Han Yiming saw that the spiritual power of Mingyuan's sword was pressing against the whole audience, and was about to escape, but suddenly felt a heat in his palm. The spiritual light on the Mingyuan's sword was full of spiritual light, and the bright golden light enveloped the whole audience. The spiritual light escaped from the sword edge, and a bright light rushed straight into the sky, two wings-like lights emerged on both sides, and then rushed down!
Chapter completed!