Nine Five Fourth, learn

Han Yiming had never expected that there were only four people in his sect. He was stunned for a moment. He had already bowed and said goodbye. When he left, his beautiful teacup as beautiful as a lotus flower disappeared. Novels *no ads~*no.com collection~Han Yiming stood in the bookstore for a moment and did not chase him out. He Sansi would definitely go to visit the Pingbo Sect. It is not good for him to follow him at this time, so he could only go there another day.

Han Yiming could not spy on the Pingbo Sect, but he could not let go of Wang Jingbo who saw him. He didn't remember much of his disciples under Pingbo, but he only remembered him as a fellow disciple. Wang Jingbo could remember this at first sight, so Han Yiming, the first Pingbo disciple who was troubled by him, also clearly remembered that he was blown to ashes in one breath, so seeing this person again was even more strange than seeing a ghost. Pingbo's magic power would not be this higher, right? Can he use magic spells to bring back his death to death? Han Yiming was a little confused. If this was true, who could resist Pingbo?

He was walking while thinking carefully, and raised his head, and suddenly saw Qing Zhubiao standing at the door. Han Yiming was picky about the disciple who couldn't say and said, "Are you going to come in without making a sound?" Qing Zhubiao felt aggrieved: "Master, how dare you? The disciple came to find the master, but the master did not close the door. Therefore, the disciple had not had time to knock on the door."

Qing Zhubiao was originally slick. Once he was wrong, he would never admit his mistake, but would only argue. If he was right, he would call himself master. I guess he didn't dare to say that he was wronged easily, so he told himself this way. Han Yiming glanced at him and didn't say anything. Qing Zhubiao immediately saw his dissatisfaction and said, "Report to Master, I know that my disciple is wrong." Han Yiming said, "Do you know where you are wrong?" Qing Zhubiao said, "Master is not blamed for me not knocking in, but for my incorrect tone. If my disciple knows, I will definitely change it in the future."

He was really smart as Senior Brother Shen said. Han Yiming said, "What's wrong with you?" Qing Zhubiao said, "Please pass on another spell from my disciple." Han Yiming was stunned: "Have you learned the sword control technique?" Qing Zhubiao said, "Yes, I have learned it." Han Yiming had never looked at this disciple because he was worried. At this time, he looked at him carefully. His face was full of happiness and pride that he couldn't hide. He must have learned it, but it would take some time to use this trick. Then he said, "Okay, you have learned this, I will teach you a sword like a shadow chaser." Qing Zhubiao was overjoyed: "Really? Can this be used for fighting?"

He is indeed smart and irritable. He likes to cause trouble and make trouble. Han Yiming said, "Yes, you can fight anyway. But if you learn this trick, use it first on me and beat me, then hit others." Qing Zhubiao's face was full of joy and looked at him, and said, "Master, how can you beat Master? How can you beat Master?" Han Yiming said, "My magic is not powerful, but you can't beat me. If you fight with others, you will suffer a loss. If you go out to cause trouble, I will not help you. If you fight with others, don't ask me to help me."

Qing Zhubiao looked at him and said lightly: "I don't care about these things. If you fight, then you will fight yourself." Qing Zhubiao completely forgot that he had asked Ling Xin for marriage and said: "I am also your junior disciple. If I lose, I will lose your face. You should help me." Ling Xin then looked at him: "I will lose my face? What's my face? Just don't lose your face." Han Yiming could not have thought that Ling Xin said this, and couldn't help but smile incrediblely on Qing Zhubiao's face.

Ling Xin said, "Senior Brother, I have something to tell you." Han Yiming said, "Okay, I will teach him a mantra first, let him go and practice, and you will talk about it." Qing Zhubiao had just practiced sword control and was very interested in practicing spells, but he was not so nervous about supporting the master's sect. He chased Han Yiming and said, "Master teaches me. I will also practice this spell in one breath." Han Yiming taught him the sword of Chasing Wind, and taught him four times. Qing Zhubiao remembered it and went out to practice hard with the mantra.

Ling Xin leaned on a chair and said, "Senior Brother, I met a person, a fellow. He said he had spoken to you and said he was from the Ninghai School." He Sansi and Han Yiming didn't expect that He Sansi and Ling Xin collided, so he said, "He has just left for a while, and we have said a lot. Why did he ask you to tell me again? Well, what do he want you to say to me?" Ling Xin said, "He said, his junior sister can have some strange skills." Han Yiming said, "Yes, his fellow students must have some strange skills. Well, what?" Ling Xin said, "No, he said that." Han Yiming couldn't help but be surprised: "No?" Ling Xin said, "Well, no."

He Sansi means what he said, without saying, Han Yiming also knew that Yang Simei was a little strange. Why did he ask Ling Xin to say it? Suddenly, he understood that Yang Simei's strange skills might be related to Wang Jingbo's rebirth for a moment, and then he realized why Pingbo wanted to imprison Yang Simei. I think that Pingbo saw Yang Simei on the way south, of course he was knowledgeable and saw Yang Simei's uniqueness from somewhere. So he later came to find Yang Simei and imprisoned her in the magic circle of Wanxu Temple.

Han Yiming couldn't help but say that he was a little clumsy, and he never saw such a simple and clear relationship. How could Pingbo be imprisoned under the magic circle of Wanxu Temple be an ordinary person? This is no wonder that He Sansi came to make friends with him. How could the grudge between Lingshan and Pingbo be easily achieved? He Sansi's sect has few people, so he could not compete with Pingbo, so he wanted to fight Pingbo with Lingshan?

Ling Xin saw that he didn't make a sound for a long time, and did not disturb him. She just sat down on the chair. A faint purple light came out of her body. As soon as she emitted purple light, spiritual power rotated on her body. Han Yiming suddenly saw that there was a piece of dark blue on her left hand. After a closer look, there was a thin twisted black blue line in her palm. Her Ruyi rope had reached this point, and she was really spiritual power. Ling Xin suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Senior Brother, you are looking at my hand." Han Yiming then put his hand in his arms and took out a piece of blue dragon scales and said, "Junior sister, I haven't practiced this yet. Although I'm not in a hurry, I'm always a little short of it."

Han Yiming did put a lot of effort into this dragon scale. When he had nothing to do, he was playing with this dragon scale in his hand. However, no matter what, the dragon scale was just moving in his palm. Han Yiming could not control it, and knew that it was a little worse. This could not be forced. Han Yiming also knew this very well. Although he was very spiritual in his learning magic, he didn't know when the difference could be achieved. Maybe it was just an hour, maybe it was a day, maybe it was a year, or it could be a hundred years. Everything depends on the chance.

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