The golden light of the white lion's blue eyes flashed, making Han Yiming feel cold to his bones. The white lion's blue eyes took a photo of him, then went to see A Tu, stretched out a huge forefoot, and stretched over to A Tu. It still couldn't get along with A Tu. Han Yiming looked at it facing A Tu, although his blue eyes made him feel a little scared, he immediately lifted the sword, and stroked the lion's claws, and a light flashed through, protecting A Tu behind him.

The white lion retracted his front paws and roared at Han Yiming. Han Yiming's ears numb, his hair was standing upright, his face was sore, but his eyes lit up, and the spirit shield had turned from behind him, like a light banner covering him. Even so, his ears were still roaring, and his body was burning, and the stars were rising in front of him. The white lion's roar made him frightened, and he held the sword tightly. After a while, he could see clearly. The white lion was still standing in front, with his mane flying, and a pair of cold blue eyes were facing him. Han Yiming held his breath and took a moment to exhale, and his clothes were already wet. A spirit like the white lion was even more terrifying than Crazy Raid. Han Yiming didn't know what it would be, but A Tu's breathing behind him made him unable to retreat.

After a moment of breathing, the white lion raised his head and neck, and roared at Han Yiming again. Han Yiming's eyes became dark, blind, and his whole body was covered in wood. The roar of the white lion seemed to pass through, making him weak all over. His body was trembling by the loud roar. After a while, his eyes could see. When he saw again, the white lion had turned around and left. Han Yiming took a deep breath and watched the white lion walk into the lake. His body trembled before he stopped. He stood stiffly, suddenly there was a slight sound under his feet. He looked down and saw that A Tu had turned into an obese yellow dog, smelling at his feet.

Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. He put away the spirit shield, squatted down and stretched out his hand. A Tu stretched out his tongue, licked his hand, and stopped moving. Han Yiming picked up A Tu and saw several deep blood marks on its neck, which were deeply wounded by the white lion. Han Yiming was about to call Xingchen, but a small hand reached over and gently pressed A Tu's wound. Xingchen appeared. He looked at the wound and said, "Don't worry, it will be injured and will not die. Let's take it away." Han Yiming said, "You pushed me out, are you just coming out now?" Xingchen smiled and said, "Do you blame me for pushing you out?" Han Yiming was really unhappy. This little child was elusive and pushed himself out casually. It was too unexpected. Although he knew that he would not see him die in front of him, his disregard for his disregard always made people feel unhappy.

Xingchen said: "Master, Bai Shi will not make things difficult for you." So he won't make things difficult for you! Han Yiming was angry and said for a while: "Isn't this a difficult for you? Then what should I do to make things difficult for you?" Xingchen smiled and said: "Master, Bai Shi is a spiritual creature that looks down on the side. How could he make things difficult for you? If it wasn't for A Tu's intention to steal the divine iron from the sky, Bai Shi would not be unable to get along with it. If it really wanted to get along with the master, would the master still stand here to talk to me? However, A Tu should not be the first time he came back to steal the divine iron. If there was no master to protect him, Bai Shi would definitely kill A Tu." What he said was somewhat reasonable, but Han Yiming was still unhappy. Xingchen pushed him out to let him conquer A Tu, but this child's method really made people feel unhappy. If he didn't have the Blue Dragon Spirit Shield, he would probably not be able to withstand the roar of the White Lion.

He was unhappy, but Xingchen didn't take this matter at all. His black eyes were only looking at the lake water below. Han Yiming had been with him for a while. When he looked at his expression, he knew that he was still thinking about the white lion. He looked down at A Tu. It was obediently in his hands, his ears drooped, and his eyes were closed. Although the scars on his neck were deep, they did not bleed much. Looking at Xingchen again, his eyes turned lightly, obviously still calculating the white lion. His small body stood in the air, and when he looked at this, he was also deflated. How could he do this with a child like this?

He was calculating? He couldn't care about it, and sighed, "Let's go." Xingchen raised his head and smiled, "Is the leader angry with me?" Han Yiming shook his head: "No more, let's go." Xingchen smiled, "Sector, I'm thinking, I want to subdue the white lion, I like this white lion. The leader has now conquered A Tu, and A Tu will follow the leader forever and listen to the commander of the leader. But I like this white lion. If he subdue it, that would be great." Han Yiming said, "Don't you still have Lingwu and have a little good friend? Do you have to subdue this white lion?"

Xingchen's eyes lit up: "The head reminded me. However, Lingwu is still small, and it will only be used by me after a thousand years. No, it has absorbed the spiritual power of the blue dragon. I don't have to wait for a thousand years, but five hundred years is needed. Xiao Guai, you can use it now, but it is not used like this. Well, the head reminded me very well." Han Yiming didn't know what he thought of, but his eyes lit up at him, and he knew that his reminder was extremely important to him, so he couldn't help asking him: "What did you think of?"

? "Xingchen smiled and said, "Sect Master, it's not that I want to hide it from you, but that I can't say it now, and it won't work if it says it. However, I can let the Sect Master watch the fun at that time." He pinched his little hand into a fist, his face full of smugness. After a moment, he calculated his fingers and said, "Sect Master, this fun is coming soon, it will be enough in a few days." Han Yiming said, "What fun?" Xingchen smiled and said, "The Sect Master will know when the time comes, and my great revenge in Lingshan will be avenged half."

He said Han Yiming more and more wondered what the excitement was, but Xingchen people were small but had a big idea. When he said this, he would not continue to talk about it. He looked around and his feet moved, and it had already landed by the lake. A pair of small hands stretched out and held it upwards. After a moment, the palms rose, and the light was slightly blue. In the light, Lingwu circled gently. Xingchen squatted down and said to Lingwu in his hand: "Go." Lingwu rose from his hand, landed gently on the ground, sinking into the soil, disappearing.

Han Yiming said intently, "Is this what I want Lingwu to steal that divine iron, or do I want Lingwu to get close to the divine iron to absorb spiritual power?" Then Xingchen raised his head, walked to his side, and said, "Master, can we go see someone?" He never asked to see someone, Han Yiming said, "Who do you want to see?" Xingchen said, "The master will know then, let's follow me." As soon as he finished speaking, the small figure had left like lightning. Han Yiming hugged A Tu and hurriedly followed.
Chapter completed!