Zi Shang's right index finger pointed at Han Yiming, and Han Yiming felt that his hands were shaking, sour and numb, and the purple peach wood sword almost came out. After his hand was released, he grabbed the wooden sword tightly. Lu Yueqing said, "Yiming, Taoist Master Zi Shang is just looking at your wooden sword, and you can take a look." Han Yiming was very nervous and hid his hands behind his back. Lu Yueqing frowned and said, "Yiming, the wooden sword has been broken into two pieces, and he can only be repaired later. Now Taoist Master Zi Shang wants to take a look. You should ask her to help you take a good look." Han Yiming had no choice but to reach out and hand over the purple peach wood sword that was broken into two pieces.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zi Yi's right hand made a move at him, and two wooden swords appeared in her hand in a blink of an eye. She held a piece of the broken sword in her hand, looked at the broken sword, and said softly. Han Yiming stood in front of her, and saw her cherry lips slightly open and close. After reading, her left hand holding the sword flashed purple light and slowly turned transparent. Her right hand was dazzlingly white and stroked the broken sword.

Her right hand fell on the cut-off sword, and her fingertips became brighter and brighter like candlelight, and even the wood grains were illuminated very clearly. Her fingers moved slowly, and the light on her fingertips even illuminated the wood grains clearly, but the wooden sword was still as deep as it was. But she seemed very surprised. She gently stroked it, her brows slightly frowned, and her face was very disappointed. After looking for a while, she suddenly threw two pieces of wooden swords with her left hand upwards, waved her right sleeve, and a ribbon flew out of her sleeve, wrapping it upwards towards the wooden sword.

The color of the ribbon was extremely dark purple at one end, and it slowly faded. When it reached the other end of the ribbon, it was almost white and light purple. The end of the ribbon fell on the wooden sword, and the purple peach wood sword was burnt. After a moment, blue smoke came out, as if it was burning. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "It's burning." Zi Shang didn't look at him, but just looked at the purple peach wood sword. After a moment, the two pieces of the swords emitted thick smoke, and the scent of burning was also smelled among the crowd. Han Yiming was shocked and ran forward with his legs and his legs ran away.

Go, Zi Shang stretched his left hand towards him, Han Yiming's head hit something, and when he looked up, he couldn't see anything. He ran forward again, and then he bumped even harder, and it seemed like a wall in front of him, making his whole body hurt. Xiang Zi Shang looked at him, and was talking, his throat was stuffy, and he couldn't even say a word. He didn't know who did the trick to him, but he looked around, but everyone stared at the broken sword in the field. Suddenly, Zi Shang looked at him coldly, with a sarcastic expression.

A red and black flame rose from the purple peach wood sword. After a while, the upper part of the flame turned purple, but the lower part turned green. The fire became stronger and stronger, and the flames also changed from green to white. The wooden sword had already burned. Han Yiming ran forward several times, and the whole body was so painful when he ran back and forth. Seeing that the wooden sword was already a raging torch, he felt angry and sad in his heart, but he couldn't reach it but could only grit his teeth and watch.

Just as he was sad, but he had no choice but to do anything, Bai Ying said softly, "Zi Shang, enough. You have burned for a long time, and no matter what magic you have, you will burn it." Zi Shang said coldly, "Bai Ying, the Glazed Fire will be extinguished by itself. I will burn this wooden sword to make everyone safe and sound." Bai Ying said, "Safe? Everything has its own fixed number, and you don't have to worry so much. Your Glazed Fire can be refined by ten thousand years of divine wood. If you refine this purple peach wood for a moment, you won't even leave smoke and dust. You don't have to be so cruel." Zi Shang said coldly, "Glazed Fire can only be extinguished by itself. I don't have the power to extinguish it by itself. Otherwise, you will."

Bai Ying said lightly: "Then, I offended." He reached out and took off the colorful feather spontaneously. The feather was originally a light golden color, but it was like a mirror, which could reflect the surrounding colors, making it appear colorful. Bai Ying flipped her wrist, and two white jade-like fingers picked up the feather and drew a small circle. The feather suddenly turned golden red, and a golden dot lit up from the middle of the feather, slowly becoming larger. A black dot appeared in the middle of the highlight. As the black dot expanded, the golden light formed a circle.

The circle became bigger and bigger, wrapping all the feathers in the circle. The feathers became smaller and smaller in the circle, and disappeared without a trace. The circle lost its luster and turned into a dark piece. Bai Ying raised her hand and sent the circle into the air, and the circle floated into the air. Suddenly, a bird cries out, and an extremely small red bird appeared in the circle. The feathers were all red, with only their eyes, mouth and claws. It stretched its wings, flew around the circle, screamed at the ground, and opened its mouth.

The pure white flame on the ground had turned into black and red again. After the bird opened its mouth, it suddenly turned into a thin line of fire, heading towards the circle. Zi Shang was stunned for a moment, and the little red bird had swallowed a line of fire into its stomach. After the line of fire, the red bird stretched its wings and flew around again, becoming smaller and smaller, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The circle also slowly shrank, shrinking to about three inches, and the feather appeared again. When the circle turned into a highlight, it flashed on the feather, and the feather also fell from the air and fell on Bai Ying's hand.

Zi Shang was furious: "Bai Ying, are you going to compete with me with these divine objects?" Bai Ying sighed slightly and said coldly: "Zi Shang, it's not that I'm comparing with you with the divine objects. The wooden sword has been ruined so much that it can be left with some fragments for this child as a memory. No matter how hard you have to do everything. Well, remember the past..."

"Bai Ying." A call to stop Bai Ying's words, but it was Qin Wufang. Cheng Weiyu said coldly beside him: "Junior sister, take a little bit of glazed fire, and then take it. You don't have to say that nonsense to her." Qin Wufang frowned and said: "Junior Brother Cheng." Cheng Weiyu stopped talking. Qin Wufang smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Zi Shang, I can't stop you. Zhuque Ling took your glazed fire, and I don't have the ability to take it out. Don't be angry, do my best. As long as you can take it, take it away. It's a pity for you."
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