Han Yiming's mind was unprecedented inspiration at this moment, and he said, "If you walk out of this circumference, my sword will no longer listen to your orders. At that time, you will still get nothing!" Taoist Pingbo laughed and said, "Is that right?" He fixed his body again, turned around, looked him up and down a few times, and said, "You are a little clever, not stupid, and there is no cure for you! Your words are going to make me look at you with admiration.

, but it's useless, it's just a bluff!" He glanced at the Mingyuan sword in his hand and said, "If I can create this spiral, I can create other spirals. Just rest assured, I will collect the Mingyuan sword, the head of the hundred swords in Lingshan, I will collect it well!" He casually said the name of the Mingyuan sword. When Han Yiming heard it, it sounded like a thunderclap, which blew up his three souls and seven spirits.

Taoist Pingbo smiled contemptuously: "Is there anything different at the gate of Lingshan? You have never seen Lingkong, but I have seen him more than once. My dealings with him are also extraordinary. Others don't know the leader of the hundred swords in Lingshan, but I know it. It's hard for you to think you are superior. It's such a big joke!" He glanced at Han Yiming and said, "But you have hit my mind. Children are full of hatred, but they are not happy. What are you good about such a long life?" He glanced at Han Yiming and said, "Everything is good, but I still forget what we said in this whirlwind just now. Remember it in my heart

, only adds to worries. It is better to stay here happily than staying angry. You don’t remember, it’s good for me, right? Without hatred, where are you going out? This is an excellent place!" After saying that, he suddenly reached out and pointed at Han Yiming’s heart three times, and each time Han Yiming felt that he was hit hard. He reached out and pointed three times in Han Yiming’s temple. Han Yiming’s heart moved, as if something had been pulled away from his body by him. Seeing his hand retracted from his temple, he wanted to resist but felt very tired, his mind became confused, and even his eyelids were extremely heavy. He watched him turn around and walked out from the cracks of his eyes.

Suddenly, a baby cries came, and both of them were stunned. The Taoist Pingbo frowned, grabbed a corner of the brocade wrap, shook the package, and then shook it. The little baby floated in the air, and he woke up. I don’t know if he was hungry or why, although he closed his eyes, his hands and feet twisted together, and burst into tears. The Taoist Pingbo showed a look of disgust on his face. He looked at the little baby for a moment, and said coldly: "I originally wanted to take you to the place of immortality and experience that extraordinary encounter, but you don’t want to. That’s no wonder I am!"

The baby's crying was sharp and harsh. Han Yiming woke up suddenly. He was hit by the magic of the Pingbo Taoist. Although he didn't remember what the Pingbo Taoist said, the little baby still remembered it clearly and said, "What are you doing?" The Pingbo Taoist turned a deaf ear and started to get up the sword. Han Yiming broke out in a cold sweat, but he couldn't move, and he didn't care about anything else at this time. He just recited the sword technique and the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword Technique in his heart. The scene in front of him fluctuated. He recited it faster, and the scene fluctuated faster. Han Yiming even realized that the wave was transmitted to himself, and even he couldn't help but tremble. The surge rushed to his heart. He had nowhere to focus or force. He could only let these fluctuations push him around.

But when he reached this moment, he didn't care about these things. Even if he was shaking so hard that his whole body dispersed, he still had to recite. His whole body could not stop shaking. As the scene in front of him fluctuated, he saw Taoist Pingbo set up the Mingyuan sword and slashed at the little baby.

Suddenly, a bright luster came out of the body of the Mingyuan sword sword. The Pingbo Taoist's hand was frozen in the air and could not be cut or taken back. Han Yiming's heart was already at the bottom of the valley. He still remembered in his heart that he wanted to save the baby and went back, but he refused to stop. Therefore, he recited the sword-controlling technique again and again. Seeing that the Pingbo Taoist stopped his hand, he was stunned and recited the two mantras in his heart faster and faster. The Mingyuan sword had luster, which was mostly a sign of an attack. Han Yiming did not care whether it was the Mingyuan sword triggered by the Pingbo Taoist or any mantra that he triggered. In short, he was the first to save his life before he could find something else!

The luster of Mingyuan's sword is different from the past. This time, it is like a bright lamp, shining brightly and flowing brightly. It shot into the human eye, making his eyes dim and almost blind. Han Yiming ignored it, narrowed his eyes, and could not stop reading two mantras in his heart at the dazzling place that was so dazzling that it was impossible to see clearly. At this time, he was determined to win. Although he could no longer have what the Taoist Pingbo said just now, he knew that if he could not summon the sword of Mingyuan, the little baby would probably not be able to save it. How sad and disappointed the little baby was. Han Yiming always felt that the little baby was like he used to. Now he had some strength to go out to ensure his safety.

Taoist Pingbo swung his sword and wanted to cut the little baby into two pieces. But he suddenly shot out the light that made the sun and moon lose their color. He was stunned and overjoyed. He just thought that the Mingyuan sword recognized him as the main one, and was very happy in his heart. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't take it back. There seemed to be a great gravity on the hilt of the sword, and he sucked his hand tightly on the hilt of the sword, and there seemed to be a huge force on the sword, which was about to rush out of his master.

After a while, Taoist Pingbo became surprised and asked the sword to recognize the master, allowing the master to retract and let the master to retract it freely. In this state, it seemed too far-fetched to say that the sword recognized the master. Although he didn't know why, he knew that the sword would take off and no longer listen to his orders. He didn't know what the situation was. He was even more afraid that the sword would leave and fly back to Han Yiming, so that the boy who had no power to fight back would add infinite power. If something unexpected would happen at that time, it would not be possible!

How could he give up the Mingyuan Sword, the leader of the Lingshan Hundred Swords, he knew very well how powerful this sword was. His knowledge of this sword was far greater than that of Han Yiming. His fingers held the hilt tightly and used all his strength to drag the sword towards him. However, he couldn't drag it. The hilt of the sword became hotter and hotter, so the muscles on the face of Pingbo Taoist man jumped "rustling". He also recited the sword harness countless times in his heart, hoping to take the sword for himself.
Chapter completed!