At this time, he didn't know where it was reflected, and when it was reflected. He didn't know that the Pingbo Sect's disciples didn't know. If Pingbo was not there, no one could see through this spell, so Qing Zhubiao was able to succeed.

Since he entered this magic circle, he saw the inspiration of himself and Xingchen in the magic circle for the first time. He stared at it for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was correct.

Xingchen was indeed powerful. He actually inserted his own and his spiritual power into this magic circle. Then he would take Ruxin back no matter what he did!

At this time, what Han Yiming thought of was not this time, but next time! If he couldn't succeed this time, would he still have the next time?

Wanxu Temple must have been destroyed most of the time. Pingbo has long regarded Lingshan as his enemy. This time he went to the scene to break into Lingshan. He was a grudge with Lingshan. He might have said that he would fight to the death with Lingshan!

When he really reached this point, he felt like Xin in his hand, and even Lingshan had to be afraid of the rat!

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a figure from below came towards him!

Han Yiming was startled, but then he was stunned. There was no one in the magic circle, and he also expected that there was no one in the middle. When he saw someone, he thought of Pingbo first. Therefore, he was shocked and thought to himself: "He has really come back and has entered the magic circle!"

But immediately he knew that the figure was not Pingbo. Pingbo was wearing only a black Taoist robe and was thin, while the figure was wearing a long linen coat and was burly.

A spiritual light slashed towards him! Han Yiming lost his spiritual shield to protect him, and was anxious. When his palm heated up, the Tengjiao sword appeared in his hand. He waved his hand and stopped the spiritual light.

In the blink of an eye, the Tengjiao Sword disappeared again!

Han Yiming looked familiar with this figure, but for a moment he couldn't remember who he was. His magic cultivation was also very ordinary. Han Yiming was surprised: How could Pingbo ask a disciple with an ordinary cultivation to come here to guard it?

As he was thinking, the figure had already rushed to the front of him, and he stopped Han Yiming and said something.

This sentence almost rang in Han Yiming's mind, and he said, "I finally waited for you, it was you who killed my master!"

As soon as he heard this, Han Yiming recognized the figure. He was one of the four major disciples under Chen Rufeng's sect.

He knew that the disciples under Chen Rufeng had always wanted to kill him to avenge Chen Rufeng, but he didn't expect that they and Pingbo would be involved in waiting for him here!

This person is Wang Qingsong, the eldest disciple of Chen Rufeng!

Chen Rufeng's disciples have many disciples, but Han Yiming doesn't know much about his disciples, but he knows all of his disciples.

Every time when he came to Lingshan to question, he would come to Chen Rufeng's disciples. Han Yiming naturally remembered his four disciples, but he also remembered one of them very hard, that was the disciple who died with Chen Rufeng!

Han Yiming still doesn't know his name, but he remembers his face before his extinction again!

Wang Qingsong stood in the local area with a sword, his figure was just a figure. This was no longer the Wang Qingsong he remembered! But it was Wang Qingsong again, and Han Yiming could even see the flame of hatred in his eyes.

Wang Qingsong didn't say much to Han Yiming. His whole body exuded a sense of hatred. With a wave of his hand, several slashes of inspiration were slashing towards Han Yiming!

Although Han Yiming had never seen Wang Qingsong take action, he knew that Wang Qingsong's cultivation was ordinary and he had no choice but to do anything to him. Every time he invited his fellow disciples to go to Lingshan to get along with him.

But at this time, Wang Qingsong took action, but he was far above his own cultivation level. Han Yiming had no sword in his hand, so he really could not be hostile to him!

Suddenly, Han Yiming's palm heated up, and the Tengjiao sword appeared out of thin air again, and Han Yiming waved his hand.

Wang Qingsong's cultivation has improved greatly, but he is still unable to defeat the Tengjiao Sword. His spirits are dissipated by Han Yiming's wave.

Wang Qingsong rushed towards him like a ghost. He rushed closer. Han Yiming saw that he was no longer a figure, and his actions were like a cloud of green smoke. He thought to himself: "How could he be like this?"

When Wang Qingsong rushed in front of him, Han Yiming had already seen his face extremely ferocious, his eyes widened, and his teeth were protruding! Even though Han Yiming was knowledgeable, he was also a little scared at this time. The Tengjiao sword in his hand stretched forward so that he could not approach him anymore.

Suddenly, Wang Qingsong stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Yiming straight!

Han Yiming couldn't let go of Chen Rufeng's death. He only knew that it was not his original intention. Even if he died in front of him, Han Yiming felt that he was not the one who killed him.

But Chen Rufeng was always silent. He always felt apologized in his heart and was unwilling to attack Chen Rufeng's disciples. Even if Chen Rufeng's disciples who were no longer as ghostly as humans, he was unwilling to attack.

The Tengjiao sword was separated by the two of them, and he retreated, and Wang Qingsong also quickly retreated.

Han Yiming said: "I thought to myself that Senior Chen Rufeng was good to me in the past. I don't care about you, you can leave quickly."

Wang Qingsong said, "You are my great revenge in killing masters. How can I let you go? You still don't know how many people you will harm when you go! I will never let you go!"

He spoke, and there was a light of inspiration in his eyes, and there was already a light of inspiration around him burning like fire.

Han Yiming was very surprised. Chen Rufeng's cultivation was normal in his eyes, and his disciples' cultivation was even more ordinary. Even Feng Yumao, the senior brother of the martial arts, would not be at a disadvantage even if he was hostile to them.

Senior Brother Feng is a person who never fights, and they are still unable to compete, which shows that their cultivation is extremely poor.

But at this time, the spiritual flames on Wang Qingsong's body seemed to have extraordinary cultivation, even far beyond his master!

Han Yiming was a little stunned, and Wang Qingsong said, "What kind of good person are you Lingshan disciples? You are truly evil heretics! My master is polite to you and loves you very much, but how did you treat my master? You killed him! My disciples are irreconcilable with you!"

Angry flames rose all over his body, and a long sword with the same spiritual flames appeared in his right hand, and he waved it straight towards Han Yiming!

Han Yiming was not afraid of Wang Qingsong's move. Even though Wang Qingsong's cultivation level improved greatly, he was still no match for him! He only waved the Tengjiao Sword twice, and swung the fierce flames on Wang Qingsong's long sword without a trace.

He showed mercy, but Wang Qingsong was not good at selling well. He rushed towards Han Yiming. Han Yiming felt that he was coming very quickly and did not want to hurt him, so he took another step back.

Before he could make peace, his back was already in severe pain. Han Yiming couldn't look back and dodged to the side.

Wang Qingsong passed by him, and at this moment, a chill came to his face. Han Yiming felt the biting coldness and couldn't help but have a cold war!

Wang Qingsong passed by him and disappeared. Han Yiming still felt a severe pain on his back, but he couldn't see the situation on his back. He looked at where he had stood before and saw a golden character floating in the air.
Chapter completed!