After they said a few words, Qing Zhubiao said, "Then I'll leave." Xingchen said, "I'll send it to you when I get it." Qing Zhubiao turned around and said to Han Yiming, "Master, what else do you have to do?" Han Yiming shook his head and said, "Be careful." His concern surprised Qing Zhubiao. Qing Zhubiao smiled and said, "Master, don't you hate me anymore?" Han Yiming was a little ashamed, but he also understood and said, "Master, there are things wrong, don't keep them in your heart." Qing Zhubiao said, "Master, you're very good. I'm leaving." He was a little embarrassed. I thought he had never said such a thing. He bowed to Han Yiming and turned away.

Xingchen flicked lightly in front of Han Yiming's eyes, and Qing Zhubiao's figure had turned into a fat middle-aged man, wearing a bunch of cocoon silk clothes, which was really far from his past. No wonder the Pingbo Sect's disciple couldn't recognize it. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Your method of deforming your appearance is really interesting." Xingchen said, "Prince, can we go and have a look at the fun?" Han Yiming smiled and said, "Okay! What are we going to see?" Xingchen said, "Prince, which sword is the most convenient way to use?" Han Yiming said, "Mingyuan Sword." Xingchen said, "But the head of Mingyuan Sword gave Yuanhui." Han Yiming said, "Yes, there is no way, just use the Qingshuang Sword." Xingchen said, "Qingshuang Sword is sharp, but it is still not as good as Mingyuan." His small head waved: "Mingyuan is not a good sword, but you can barely use it."

Han Yiming looked at him and didn't know what to say. He looked at Mingyuan's sword and didn't know what was considered a good sword in his eyes. Xingchen thought for a while and said, "Sect Master, why don't we steal the Mingyuan sword?" Han Yiming was shocked. How could this child say such words? He stared at him for a while and said, "How can he steal it?" Xingchen said, "Sect Master, then I asked you to borrow Mingyuan's sword, would you lend it?" Han Yiming said, "I will borrow it, but Yuan Hui will not lend it to me." Xingchen said, "Yes! He doesn't want the leader to borrow the sword. Even if the leader borrows it, he will not lend it to the leader. That's why I said to steal it." Han Yiming stared at him, still not knowing what to say.

Xingchen said: "We must bring a sword when we go to watch the fun. This time the fun is extremely rare." Han Yiming said: "What kind of fun is it?" Xingchen made a face and turned around and ran away. He was as fast as a meteor. When he ran, the person was already in the distance. How could Han Yiming follow him quickly to let him go alone? Xingchen's small figure was always ahead. Han Yiming thought about what he said, and he couldn't say anything uneasy. He heard from this child that this fun was extremely dangerous. Otherwise, why should he carry a sword? He also thought that the Qingshuang Sword was not sharp enough. Unfortunately, Xingchen just refused to explain it, and only said half of all the words, and could only follow him to see what kind of fun he was going to join in.

After flying for a while, the sky was dark, Xingchen's small figure flashed in front of him and fell towards one place. Han Yiming quickly fell down. As soon as he fell, he saw a mountain and a lake here. There were trees on three sides of the mountain, and one side was black soil. Han Yiming immediately understood that this was the residence of the blue-eyed white lion. Thinking of Xingchen leaving Lingwu here, he couldn't help but wonder how it was. Just as he was thinking, Xingchen suddenly said, "Why did I forget it? Master, I want to bring Xiaoguai here, are you going to go with me?"

Han Yiming shook and said, "Okay, let's go together." Xingchen said, "Master, this is for you." He stretched out his right hand, and a flash of inspiration in his hand, and the Mingyuan sword appeared out of thin air. Han Yiming was shocked. When did he steal Mingyuan? Mingyuan sword trembled slightly above his little hand. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword body. With a "buzz" sound, Mingyuan sword trembled, jumped from Xingchen's hand and jumped straight in front of Han Yiming. Han Yiming then took action and gently stroked the hilt of the sword. Xingchen said, "This sword is a thing of Lingshan, and it is the master's sword. Yuanhui tried every means to turn this sword into his." Han Yiming said, "Yes. The master has turned his Tengjiao sword into yours, so he naturally wants to turn the Mingyuan sword into his."

Tengjiao Sword, Han Yiming couldn't help but think of the Tengjiao Sword on the day the White Dragon died. The red light flashed and bright red like blood. He remembered the White Dragon coming to steal the sword. His hand bent, his palm turned red, and the Tengjiao Sword came to his hands. He also remembered the White Dragon. The White Dragon lent him dragon scales. He came to borrow the sword, but he didn't borrow it. It eventually died under the claws of the Qinglong. Thinking of this, the faces of the White Dragon and the Golden Dragon also appeared, Han Yiming couldn't help but feel hot in his eyes. What a beautiful couple, but the ending was so desolate. If the White Dragon came to borrow the sword now, he would lend it to him even though he knew he would take the punishment of the Qinglong.

As Xingchen said, he got the Tengjiao Sword. Although Han Yiming never thought of taking the Tengjiao Sword for himself, he never thought of this sword afterwards. At this time, Xingchen reminded him, he remembered this incident. He said to Xingchen: "But I don't want his Tengjiao Sword. It's his sword. How do I come?" Xingchen said: "Yes. But this is the treasure. If you have this fate with it, it will recognize you. The leader has a fate with the Tengjiao Sword, so the Tengjiao Sword recognized the leader. The leader does not want the Tengjiao Sword, but Yuanhui just wants the sword of the leader." Han Yiming said: "How did you know?" Xingchen pouted: "President, you will know it later."

He stopped talking, looked around and said, "Let's go, Master, let's go find Xiaoguai." As soon as he finished speaking, he was already out like lightning. Han Yiming hurriedly followed. Mingyuan's sword was on his back, and he felt more or less relieved. Thinking of Xiaoguai, I wonder how it was? After slaughtering the blue dragon, Xiaoguai lived in the ancient well. Suddenly, he remembered something. When they passed by the ancient well, the village had been using the blood sacrifice to seek peace, but he blurted out that the blood sacrifice would be lifted within three years.

Shih had already expected that Xingchen would slaughter the blue dragon one day? But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember such a past. Until now, he didn't know how this was said at that time. Xingchen's small figure rushed forward like a meteor in front of him. His method of tickling the Kong Technique was powerful that Han Yiming had never seen before. He never thought that the method of tickling the Kong could be so powerful. But after thinking about it carefully, what other magic is not powerful? It seems that no matter what magic is in his hands, it can reach the extreme. This is really admirable.
Chapter completed!