Huang Songtao had been in contact with the Lingshan Sect for Wuming. In the past, he had been swallowing his anger. Even though everyone attacked the Lingshan Sect, he did not take any action. He also invited the Lingshan Sect to his small and medium-sized school. Although Han Yiming knew that he was Wuming, Huang Songtao was the only one who could do this when Lingshan was chased by various factions. Therefore, Han Yiming was not angry when he saw him, but he felt that he was too persistent. When he saw Wuming having no master-disciple friendship for him, he couldn't help but sigh for him. At this time, Huang Songtao called Wuming loudly, but Wuming turned a deaf ear and buried his head in his hand, which made Han Yiming even more unbearable.

The spiritual bone waved out a series of spiritual lights again, Huang Songtao was at a disadvantage, Huang Songtao sighed: "Songfeng, you must remember your master." He fled quickly, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The spiritual bone held back his moves and turned around and walked away slowly. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. If Huang Songtao broke the spiritual bone, Han Yiming would definitely find him to have an explanation after that. Although Zhao Haoyang became the spiritual bone, he would always be his master in Han Yiming's eyes. That

The master with flesh and blood. Therefore, if Huang Songtao injured the spiritual bones, Han Yiming would definitely go to find Huang Songtao in the future. However, Han Yiming didn't want his master to hurt Huang Songtao. Not to mention that they met before, but only that when all the sects were not good for Lingshan, he never had any disadvantages for Lingshan. When he took Lingshan in for a while, Han Yiming felt a little unbearable. Even though Huang Songtao came to the door today, he intended to abduct Shen Ruofu, Han Yiming still couldn't bear it.

Because Huang Songtao cared too much about Wuming, he almost wanted to Lingshan, and his disciples were very dissatisfied with him being biased towards Wuming. Han Yiming knew very well that he was trapped by Wuming. In fact, Han Yiming could see clearly that disciples like Wuming would not recognize their masters no matter which sect they were in. They would not regard the prosperity of the sect as their own sect. He was an ignorant and unconscious person, and would never regard Huang Songtao as his teacher because Huang Songtao regarded him as his personal disciple. If such a disciple was in Lingshan, Han Yiming would never take him. He would be willing to be in the sect and not leave within the sect, so he would leave. He ignored his fellow disciples, and naturally he would not pay attention to others. But Huang Songtao could not see through this point and was trapped by him.

Lingshan fellow disciples all went back to the house. Wuming was sweating all over his body, but the Pixie Sword was only bent and did not change. After another blow, the divine fire gradually faded. Wuming threw the hammer in his hand aside, threw the two pieces of iron into the flower field, and lifted the Pixie Sword and walked towards the end of the flower field. Xingchen's thumb and middle finger rubbed each other, and with a "bang" sound, the barrier was broken. At this time, Lingshan fellow disciples had already returned to the house to rest, only Han Yiming and Xingchen were still standing there, and there was also Bluestone curled up and sleeping sweetly.

After Huang Songtao's fuss, Han Yiming was completely sleepy. Xingchen looked at him and said, "The leader is not going to rest?" Han Yiming said, "You go and rest first.

"Xingchen said: "The head of the sect will also go to rest. Wuming will never be able to make iron these days. He is choosing the days. If the head of the sect does not go to rest, I will go to rest." He looked at the bluestone on the ground, stretched out his palm, and a small white lotus floated in his palm. Xingchen waved his hand at the bluestone, and there was a bright light around the bluestone. Xingchen turned around and left.

Qingshi slept sweetly, and Han Yiming returned to the house. Although he couldn't sleep, he was still lying on the bed. Huang Songtao's helplessness made him sigh. How could he think of a way to send Wuming back? Han Yiming was unwilling to leave Wuming in the sect anymore. Wuming and Lingshan disciples never had any contact, and he didn't even listen to the greetings of Lingshan disciples. If it weren't for Huang Songtao's call to Wuming, Han Yiming wouldn't take this matter seriously, and even felt that it was only good to keep Wuming in the sect in Lingshan. But after seeing Huang Songtao, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him and his heart changed. Although Huang Songtao is the leader of the sect, it's really pitiful to care too much about this disciple. Since Wuming is useless in Lingshan, it would be better to think of a way to send it back to him.

I thought for a night, until I saw a white light lit up in the sky, and there was a voice of Lingshan disciples outside the door. Some fellow disciples had already gotten up early, and Han Yiming turned over and closed his eyes. Suddenly, someone outside the door said, "Junior brother!" This voice was very urgent, but it was Feng Yumao. Han Yiming turned over and sat up, rushed to the door and opened the door. Feng Yumao stood outside the door, saw him opening the door, and pulled him and said, "Come on, come with me!"

Feng Yumao was calm, but at this time he was very urgent. Han Yiming followed him out and he had already walked towards the flower field. Han Yiming followed behind and said, "Senior Brother, is there anything wrong?" Feng Yumao said, "Junior Brother, just follow me." Han Yiming stopped asking him, but just followed him forward. After walking for a while, there was a thick fog rolling over under his feet. The more he walked forward, the thicker the fog became. After walking for a while, he was already in the thick fog. Everything around him was no longer clear. Feng Yumao's vest lit up with the wax fire in his heart. Han Yiming followed him for a while, and suddenly the thick fog in front of him dissipated. They were already on the hill. They had already walked out of the barrier of Lingshan. Feng Yumao said, "Junior Brother, look."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a place. Han Yiming had seen a person lying on the ground, which looked familiar. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Feng Yumao said, "Junior brother, don't use your hands, just walk closer and take a look." Han Yiming walked closer and saw that there were several ripples on the man's clothes. Han Yiming moved his heart and looked at his head and face. It was Huang Songtao! Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Feng Yumao said, "I saw it when I came out in the morning. I didn't respond after calling a few times. I looked closer and looked, I was afraid it would be silence." Han Yiming was stunned and said, "Isn't the body of silence disappearing?" Feng Yumao said, "Some sects will not disappear either. Senior Huang's sects must not disappear.

"Han Yiming called out, "Senior Huang." Huang Songtao did not move, and he moved closer, and saw his face being gray. Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, I don't care. This is dying in front of Lingshan Gate." He stretched out his hand to push Huang Songtao, and Huang Songtao fell to the side, and was indeed dead.

Han Yiming looked at Huang Songtao for a moment and said, "Why is it good?" Feng Yumao said, "He just came to Lingshan last night to find Wuming, and fell to death outside the Lingshan barrier in the morning today. This is really a disaster." Han Yiming remembered that his disciples could not get along with him after Chen Rufeng's death, and also said, "When he died, his disciples would not come to Lingshan to find trouble?" Feng Yumao said, "How could he not come? Maybe he is on the way to come now. He is the leader of a sect, and he is a sect.

The disciples will definitely know. Especially his personal disciples will definitely know that whether it is the extinction of Lingguang or other methods, his disciples will not be unaware of it, and will follow the traces. No matter what, Lingshan will not be able to be safe. Is the leader worried?" Han Yiming looked at Huang Songtao carefully and said, "It's time to come, what's the use of worrying? I'm thinking about how to deal with his disciples. I'm afraid that some people will make a big fuss about it and mobilize troops to Lingshan to come to Lingshan to be unfavorable to Lingshan."
Chapter completed!