Han Yiming and Chen Ruofu looked at each other and walked forward silently.

Soon, the two of them had already walked out of the thick fog and stood beside the flower field.

Seeing the disciples following their masters from afar, Han Yiming felt indescribable and lowered his head and walked straight through the flower field to the outside of the house where he lived.

Chen Ruofu followed behind and kept silent. Seeing that he was about to enter the house, Fang said, "Junior brother."

Han Yiming turned around and Chen Ruo Refreshed: "Junior brother, there is no such thing as good as everything in the world. Eighty-tenths of unsatisfactory things are the worldly feelings, so don't take it to your heart."

Han Yiming nodded: "Senior Brother, I'm a little tired. I must have been tired too when I stayed with Senior Brother Liu for two days. Let's take a break first, and then let's talk about it in detail."

Chen Ruofu nodded, Han Yiming walked into the house and closed the door. He listened to Chen Ruofu's footsteps behind the door before he walked to the table and sat down.

Han Yiming felt very discouraged and even felt irritated when he didn't get the spiritual sword.

At this time, he knew that he wanted to get this spiritual sword, but he didn't understand why he was not moved by the Tengjiao Sword.

The Tengjiao Sword is as famous as the Mingyuan Sword. Han Yiming once held it in his hand on the road to slaying the dragon, but Han Yiming was indeed not moved by the sword at all. He could even regard it as easy as the clear Rhinoceros Sword.

Han Yiming knew that even if Yuan Hui became the leader, he would still be able to get his Tengjiao Sword if he wanted to get it.

But he really didn't want the Tengjiao sword, but why did he have so many thoughts about the newly refined sword of Wuming?

This spiritual sword is no longer the Pixie Sword of the Paixie Sword. Although it contains the spiritual power of the Pixie Sword, it is indeed not Pixie.

Wuming trained the spiritual power of Pixie Baosword into this spiritual sword. Even though Qingfeng Mingyue had no intention of the sword, Wuming really stole the spiritual power of Pixie Baosword from Huang Songtao Sect.

However, the Pixie Sword is just part of the spiritual power in this spiritual sword, as well as the essence of the earth, the alien iron, and the spiritual power of Taoist Hexiang and his disciples are also melted into the sword.

Qingfeng Mingyue came to ask for the reason, but it would be reasonable if it didn't give them the sword. It would have been no longer a sword, so it would not have to return it to Qingfeng Mingyue.

Since the sword was refined, Han Yiming vaguely felt that the sword had nothing to do with him. Even though most of the strange irons and treasures that were used to refine the sword were found by himself, he might just be the one who went to get these treasures.

Wuming also refined this sword, but he is not the master of the sword!

Now that the dust has settled, he feels unhappy.

And this sword is not Chen Ruofu's sword, and he can't pick it up. So, whose sword it will be?

Han Yiming thought to himself one by one. Now he hasn't heard his senior brothers get the sword yet. Have they ever been there? He only heard his disciples go, and he doesn't know whether the senior brothers have been there. At this moment, he suddenly wanted his senior brothers to get the sword.

This sword is not me, nor is it Senior Brother Chen. I have to ask my senior brothers to get it. If the sword is recognized by any senior brother, I will no longer have so many worries in my heart.

But what if Baojian doesn’t recognize his senior brother as the leader?

Han Yiming suddenly shook his head and asked his senior brothers to decide on their own. If there is a senior brother who is the master of the sword, he will take it sooner or later. If no one in the same school can take this sword, he would rather not know it.

That evening, Han Yiming went to bed early. Before he could sleep for a while, he was rushing on the road, and in the dark night.

Wherever he went, there were shadows of barren mountains, uneven stone beaches, and even rivers flowed.

What's strange is that he also knew that he was in a dream and said to himself: "Where will this lead me to go?"

After a while, a person's back appeared in the darkness ahead, far apart. Han Yiming could not recognize who it was.

The man also walked forward, and Han Yiming quickly stepped up and wanted to catch up and see who it was.

But he speeded up, and the man seemed to have speeded up, and he couldn't catch up.

He slowed down, and the man slowed down too.

Han Yiming wanted to stop, but he couldn't, and he continued to move forward step by step.

Han Yiming stared at the person ahead carefully. The man just walked forward step by step. He couldn't see his figure clearly in the darkness, and even more so in his clothes.

He was like a black shadow, right in front of Han Yiming, and Han Yiming said to himself: "Who is he?"

The two walked for a while, and Han Yiming felt that they were walking upwards, and they were walking on the same mountain.

The figure in front of him had already reached the top of the mountain. Han Yiming was far away from him, and he carefully guessed as he watched his clothes flutter.

The figure turned down, and Han Yiming himself walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

There was a slight sound of wind on the top of the mountain, and Han Yiming even heard Lin Tao and saw the trees rising and falling a little.

He looked at the man ahead, who was sank into the woods, still facing his back.

Suddenly, a little light appeared further ahead, and in this darkness, the little light was particularly clear.

Han Yiming looked at Guangliang and suddenly realized that Guangliang was also alone.

He looked closely and found that he was really a person. He was walking forward with his back to himself, but it was different from the black shadow before.

Mingguang couldn't see clearly, but Han Yiming felt that the man's sleeves were blowing in the wind and his clothes were floating, and he walked very freely.

When he wanted to look at it again, the figure was gone, and he had already descended from the top of the mountain.

There are not only two people on this road, but three people. Who are the other two?

Are you aware of it or not?

Han Yiming thought for a moment, then thought: "Where is this road going? Where are we going?"

This question made him even more difficult to understand. He didn't even understand the way he came, and he wouldn't understand the direction he was going.

Suddenly I heard someone say, "I beg you, I beg you to let me go."

He had never heard this before. He could hear the man's voice, but he could not hear who it was.

After a moment, the man said again: "I can give you whatever you want, as long as you let me go."

Han Yiming looked forward, and the black figure still walked forward without any haste.

Where is this going?

Even in his dream, Han Yiming thought of this.

He was also moving forward. Although he didn't realize that he was walking around, he felt that the scene around him changed, as if he had reached another place.

But he raised his head and looked forward, and the figures in front and beyond were still moving forward.

Han Yiming wanted to catch up with the person ahead, but he couldn't.

The man was not fast enough, and he felt that he was running fast, but the man was always ahead and could not catch up.

Suddenly another person appeared in front of him, and the man also walked forward with his back.

Han Yiming said in his heart: "Who is this? What's the matter?"

After he thought about it, the two men had disappeared before, and he followed the man behind him.

He had never seen this man's back. From behind, he could see his tall body, wide shoulders and thin waist.

He walked forward without any haste. Han Yiming followed behind. He walked fast, and the man walked fast, and he slowed down, and the man slowed down.
Chapter completed!