Han Yiming said, "Thank you, Master." Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly and taught him the formula of Qianjun Slash. Han Yiming raised his ears, but only heard six words, which was quite unbelievable, but at such a critical moment, the master did not joke with him. But he didn't believe this, Qianjun Slash, which was full of murderous aura, but the formula was only six plain words. He carefully read it in his mouth, and Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Yes, these words." Han Yiming couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Thousand-jung slash, you need to accumulate the strength of thousands of jung slashes. Yiming, where is the most powerful part of your body?" Han Yiming was stunned. He used to be a weak man without the power of a chicken. After running for the past few months, he gradually became stronger, but he really couldn't say where he was the most powerful part. If he said that his hand was the most powerful, it was because his hand could hold the Mingyuan Sword. However, over the past few months, his foot strength has been very strong. It has become common for him to walk many roads and climb mountains and wading in the water every day. His foot strength seems to be difficult to distinguish between his hand strength.

He was stunned for a while, and he was speechless, unable to answer. Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly and said, "Yiming, according to my opinion, the most powerful thing in your body is your heart." Han Yiming was stunned, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Only if you do it, you can do your best. As for your hands and feet, it is just because of your heart, and you can do something. Therefore, I think that the most powerful thing in a person should be the human heart power!"

Han Yiming couldn't help but nodded. When Huang Jingxuan said this, he also agreed. Huang Jingxuan said: "Therefore, your mental strength is your strongest power. If you are happy, you are capable; if you are sad, you are powerful; if you are happy, you are powerful; if you are sad, you are powerful; if you are sad, you are powerful. If you are powerful, you will often become heartless and powerless in the end. However, if you are weak, you will be able to lead your strongest power. Therefore, Yiming, Qianjun Slash, the most important thing for you is heart power. As for the mantra, it only plays a guiding role." Han Yiming said: "Yes." Huang Jingxuan said: "This magic is all about conciseness, so

The tips are simple and clear. When life fights, how can you have the time to recite the long and complex formula? Halfway through the mantra, the other person has already reached the front, and you still have to recite it? That is looking for death. But... it is not easy to do this. Well, you will know these in the future. Now you can slowly recite these six words. When will you generate huge power in your heart and you can use this shocking attack, and this move will be considered as a slasher. I can't help you, you can only slowly understand it. In short, if you do this move, and it will be very disturbing, we will have the hope of survival!"

Finally, Huang Jingxuan said again: "Actually, this time, I have to be grateful to someone. But this person is not good, but you must remember him in your heart. Because I find out that your fate with him is not only here. You should adapt to the past and future. After all, everything has a cause and effect. If it weren't for him, we would be very dangerous this time."

Han Yiming was shocked and said, "Who is it?" Huang Jingxuan shook his head and sighed, "Yiming, he used to be a passerby with you, but now he will become your savior!" After that, he gently stroked Mingyuan's sword. Han Yiming was still thinking, and Huang Jingxuan had said, "All spiritual swords are spiritual energy. If you want to drive, you must awaken its spirit. Yiming, you have spiritual energy, but it is very shallow, and can make Mingyuan recognize you.

The extreme. When it comes to igniting Mingyuan and letting its spiritual light shine, you can't." Han Yiming immediately understood that the second master was talking about the man in white. Indeed, he immediately wanted to use Mingyuan to slash this thousand pounds. If this slash could save them from escaping, the man in white would be their life-saving benefactor, not only his, but theirs. He did not have a thousand years of spiritual power, how could he attract Mingyuan? The man really saved them.

As he was speaking, Huang Jingxuan shook his head slightly at him and said, "I can speak for my daughter, but you can't." Han Yiming nodded, feeling very grateful to the man.

Han Yiming was on the side and recited Qianjun Slash's mantra over and over again, tossing and turning. But no matter how he recited it, he didn't realize anything strange. He flew on the sword, just like the shadow Chasing Wind Sword, and he recited the sword technique several times in a quiet mind. Then he felt that his palms were hot, as if something was about to gush out of his palms. However, no matter how many times he recited it, there was no strangeness at all. Han Yiming almost suspected that he had heard the wrong mantra. But when he replied carefully, he had read it once, and the second master also said that he had recited it correctly and did not make any mistakes. However, this did not react at all, but he became a little uneasy.

A few days later, they did not move forward and stopped here. Han Yiming's top priority every day was to recite Qianjun's slashing and turning in his mind. All the senior brothers were sitting in the same place, thinking about each other. Even Taoist Pingbo and his disciples were sitting cross-legged several feet away from them. Everyone knew that this battle was not a small matter. If you want to survive, you must prepare well first, and even consider the countermeasures carefully.

It was the evening of the sixth day in a blink of an eye. Han Yiming practiced hard every day. If the Qianjun Slashing Procedure was made of a stone, he would chew it. No matter how he read it, he still got nothing and could not mobilize the Mingyuan Sword. Huang Jingxuan said that the Sword of Lima will come in seven days, and he firmly believed it. No matter what he did, he was all in his heart. The dry food was chewed in his mouth like chewing wax. When the senior brothers talked to him, he was also distracted and answered questions that were not indifferent. Sima Lingyi said to him: "Little brother, why do you seem so tired in the past two days? Take a good rest and take a good rest. Only after you have enough energy can you deal with the Sword of Lima." Han Yiming sighed and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

As soon as the sky fell, Han Yiming saw the Taoist Pingbo holding his spade wood sword with a faint green light, and drew a talisman on the ground with the tip of the wooden sword. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang set up a huge barrier behind him, preventing Jie Limaha from crossing the boundary. Only by blocking him here would he have no continuous vitality, and perhaps a glimmer of hope.
Chapter completed!