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No matter how bad Qing Zhubiao is, he is also a disciple of Lingshan. (Novel Hand-made Novels) Even if he is rogue and is very different from the same sect of Lingshan, he is also a disciple of Lingshan. And he accepted it when Senior Brother Ding was still there. Han Yiming unknowingly regarded this disciple who had never seen him as his responsibility and kept taking it on his shoulders. At this time, he still had a form of disciples like Lingshan. He knew that he had some prejudice against him, but this prejudice was difficult to eliminate.

Suddenly, Qing Zhubiao looked here from afar and turned around. Han Yiming looked at the thorns. The sword was still in it. Qing Zhubiao had not taken it into his hand and waited for him to come. Qing Zhubiao came to him and said, "Master, isn't there any magic in our sect that can get the sword? I've heard from Master Chen that our sect also has many magics." Han Yiming said, "What do you mean? I remember Senior Brother Chen taught you the sword control technique. Could it be that you haven't learned it?"

When talking about sword control, Qing Zhubiao looked unhappy: "Master, don't mention the sword control technique. I don't know how many times I have recited it, it has no effect on the hatchet, nor on this sword. How do you ask the disciple to use it?" Han Yiming looked at him, and he looked dissatisfied, and then muttered: "I won't say this anymore. I don't know what this sword control technique is. I can't use it. Not just a useless nonsense."

When Han Yiming heard "useless nonsense", he couldn't help but get angry, but seeing that he was just a scoundrel, what's the use of being angry with him? After thinking about it carefully, he said, "You are now reciting the sword technique toward the sword?" Qing Zhubiao said, "Yes, can't I recite it at it?" Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "It's right. But have you ever thought about it, is this sword yours currently yours?" Qing Zhubiao was surprised: "What? Isn't it mine? Master, but you said it was my sword." Han Yiming endured it for a while before saying, "It's naturally your sword, but you haven't let it recognize you yet."

Qing Zhubiao's eyes widened: "Let it recognize me? How does it recognize me?" Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "You haven't got it yet, how can it know that you are its master? Since you don't know that you are its master, how can it listen to your advice?" Qing Zhubiao suddenly realized: "Master, what do you mean is to ask me to get it first and then use sword control techniques?" Han Yiming said, "Go and get it quickly. If you toss for a while, it will be dawn." Qing Zhubiao turned around and ran away.

Han Yiming suddenly remembered that when he got the sword, the master told him the name of the sword. When Qingzhubiao got the sword, he also wanted to tell him the name of the sword. I wonder if the name of the sword would be above the secretary of the head. Han Yiming firmly believed that the hundred swords of Lingshan would be recorded in the secretary of the head. So he took out the secretary of the head from his arms and turned on the page. There was nothing on the first page, and there was also a blank on the second page. His name was on the third page. Han Yiming looked carefully and a line of words flashed out: Han Yiming, the fourth generation leader of Lingshan brother, Zhiming Yuan and Qingshuang. This line of words has not been used before, especially his own sword matching, which has never appeared in the secretary of the head. So he looked again and again. After reading this time, another line of words appeared behind: Disciple Qingzhubiao, with sword matching night light.

The sword was called Ye Guang. Han Yiming looked at the sword in the thorns. Is that Ye Guang? Han Yiming looked at it. The black sword was also black in the sunlight. The name Ye Guang was also very suitable for this sword. How could I get this sword if I don’t know Qing Zhubiao get this sword?

From a distance, the sky was light and with the freshness of the morning, Qing Zhubiao stood there, and showed all the treasures to the thorns. He circled several times and stretched his hand countless times. He was always a little far away from the sword, and could not touch it. Once, he got closer. Han Yiming watched his fingers seem to touch the sword, but for some reason, he was a little short of it, but he couldn't touch it. Han Yiming almost thought that this sword was not

Yu Qingzhubiao, but seeing that he was so persistent, he stood there silently. Qingzhubiao pulled out a hatchet from his waist, and Han Yiming knew that he had always been with him. At that time, Senior Brother Chen Ruofu taught him the sword-controlling technique, and he used this hatchet. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little silent. He had been too generalized with this disciple in the past. The ability to carry this hatchet always means that he was a little confused about him.

Qing Zhubiao used the hatchet to cut a hole in the ground. Although he was quite funny with the hatchet, he was very skillful in chopping the thorns. Of course, he had chopped it before, and before entering the Lingshan Sect, he naturally had to support himself, and he should do things like chopping firewood and burning fire very well. However, after Han Yiming saw that he split a gap, the thorns grew again. Han Yiming saw that the thorns grew almost immediately. Qing Zhubiao's chopping had no results, and he could never reach the sword. Han Yiming did not think that the land was a treasure land, so that the thorns would grow in a moment. Maybe it was the spiritual energy carried by the sword that made the thorns grow so fast. Even the thorn bush was a barrier that contained the sword, so Qing Zhubiao's hatchet could not be cut in.

Seeing this, Han Yiming wanted to see how Qingzhubiao got the sword. This sword should be Qingzhubiao's sword match, but Qingzhubiao wanted to get it, but it was a bit troublesome. However, his temperament was also aroused, and he would not give up until he could not get it. He waved a hatchet and only slashed it with sweat. The dawn in the sky, but could not touch the sword. He was not discouraged, so he stood aside and made up his mind to the bush.

At this time, there were voices in the village and some people got up. Han Yiming looked over there. The farmers got up early, and there were people walking around in the village. They were about to ask Qingzhubiao to go back first, but Qingzhubiao looked at the other side and went straight to the other side. Han Yiming didn't approach and asked him what he wanted to do, but just let him go. He looked at him from afar and asked a farmer and said a few words. After a while, the farmer brought two burning firewood from his home and handed it to him. Qingzhubiao took the two firewood and came back to the thorn bush, and put the two firewood on the thorn bush.

This surprised Han Yiming. Qingzhubiao did this like a reckless act. Can it burn the thorn bushes? Just as he thought about it, the fire became bigger and almost burned. Han Yiming was farther away and could hear the crackling sound of thorn branches in the fire. Han Yiming was very surprised, but Qingzhubiao was indescribable. A big fire broke out here, and the farmers came over there to take a closer look. Qingzhubiao stood there without making a sound and watched the thorn bushes burning more and more vigorously. After a while, the fire gradually became weaker. The sword was lying among the burning charred branches.
Chapter completed!