Chen Rufeng sneered and said: "Brother Pingbo, don't you have one or two sect treasures left by your senior master? What do those things have to do with this wooden sword? Your black peach wood sword is already made of wood.

The best among swords, you also think this sword is inconspicuous, so why not just give it to my younger brother." Taoist Pingbo was so overwhelmed by him that he had no words to answer. He just laughed "hehe" twice and said,

He stopped talking, and had no intention of taking out the purple mahogany sword in his sleeve. Han Yiming broke out in a sweat, but what he said was ignored by these people as if he hadn't said it before.

These people didn't speak at this time, looking at Taoist Pingbo. Jiang Yuzi said: "Brother Pingbo, just take it out. Who can you hide from these words? The people here don't know that the more ignorant they are, the more ignorant they are.

It's hard to say that the bottom thing is more powerful. So you just take it out, we are all cultivators, and we always pay attention to fate. If the purple mahogany sword has fate with you, just take it, no one will compete with you."

There was some hesitation on Taoist Pingbo's face. Chen Rufeng said coldly: "Brother Pingbo, just take it out. If this thing is not meant for you, you can't keep it. Do you think you can force it into your sleeve?"

Does it count as yours?" Jiang Yuzi said: "Brother Pingbo, you have your way, just let it go. If you don't take it out, don't blame us for being unkind, let's help you take it out, it won't look good.

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His voice was steady, as if he was just talking about trivial matters such as eating and drinking tea. Although Han Yiming was not smart, he could tell that if Taoist Pingbo didn't take out the purple mahogany sword, Jiang Yuzi would ask everyone to snatch it together. Not to mention Jiang

As soon as Yuzi finished speaking, everyone looked at Taoist Pingbo. Although they didn't say anything, they all seemed to agree with Jiang Yuzi's proposal. Although Han Yiming knew that if they fought over it, it would be harder for him to get the Purple Peach Wood Sword back, but there was nothing he could do.

, can only watch.

Taoist Pingbo sighed, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a purple mahogany sword? It deserves all the Taoist brothers to be so serious about taking it out. I'm not as stingy as you." After saying that, he will take it out.

He took out the purple mahogany sword from his sleeve. When Jiang Yuzi stretched out his hand, Taoist Pingbo retracted his hand and said: "I have already taken it out, why doesn't Taoist brother believe me?" Jiang Yuzi said: "I have tried.

I have passed this sword. It has no connection with me, so I will not take it forcibly as my own. I should be the most fair person. I hold it in my hand. Which of you is destined to take it?

Just take it. How about it?"

Taoist Pingbo still wanted to speak, but the others all applauded, so they could only sneer and hand the purple mahogany sword to Jiang Yuzi. He handed over the sword and said: "This time I will take the lead. I will try it first."

Do you have any objections?" Jiang Yuzi said with a smile: "Since we talk about fate, it has nothing to do with the order. Whether you come first or later, there is no difference." Taoist Pingbo stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword. Suddenly

He added: "If none of us have any affinity with this sword, then who does it belong to?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Han Yiming suddenly said: "This sword belongs to me, why do you just take it?" He stood aside for a long time, everyone treated him as if he was nothing, and treated the purple mahogany sword as if it were an ownerless thing.

Normally, he would take it by himself without asking him first. He was very anxious in his heart. Following the young man's instructions, seeing these people arguing like this, but he couldn't do anything about it. In desperation, he also shouted out, but just when they calmed down

Make a sound at the time.

As soon as he shouted, several people looked at him. They were a little surprised at first, but after a while, they all looked happy. Although everyone was silent, their eyes were full of joy. They first looked at

He turned a blind eye, but at this moment, everyone looked at him strangely, as if they had seen some treasure, which made him very puzzled.

While he was secretly wondering, he heard Jiang Yuzi cough dryly and said: "Fellow Taoists, this kid is right, he should have a share of this sword. So, if we all have no fate with this sword,

Then this sword belongs to the child." Han Yiming was shocked. He never expected that this anchovies would actually come to him and include him among them. It was really unexpected.

Jiang Yuzi said again: "Let's first see which fellow Taoist among us is destined to this sword, and then we'll see which fellow Taoist this kid has a fate with." As soon as these words came out, they were even more excited.

He was smiling happily. No matter how stupid Han Yiming was, he still understood the meaning of Jiang Yuzi's words. If they couldn't get the sword, they would take him away with the sword. He was astonished. He was originally grateful to Jiang Yuzi.

Love suddenly vanished into thin air.

Jiang Yuzi said: "Brother Pingbo, come and get the sword first." Taoist Pingbo stretched out his hand to pick up the sword, muttered something to the sword, made countless gestures with his hands, and fiddled with the sword for a while, but the purple peach wood was nowhere to be seen.

The sword looked strange, so he put it in Jiang Yuzi's hand again and said with a smile: "Brother Chen Dao, come and give it a try." Although he stepped away, his eyes were fixed on the sword.

Chen Rufeng said coldly: "Just try it." He came forward and was busy with the purple mahogany sword for a while. The purple mahogany sword did not change at all, so he had to walk away. Jingxuan, Huang Songtao, and Taoist Tianhua also left.

Recently, Han Yiming was worried and sweating, fearing that they would use some magic to make the sword recognize its owner. Although the young man had said that the sword would recognize its owner in the future, these people were all extremely ugly in Han Yiming's eyes.

, I really don’t want this sword to recognize any of them as its master.

I don't know whether it was his prayer that had an effect, or whether the sword ignored these people. No matter how much they competed with each other and recited countless incantations, the sword did not change at all from beginning to end.

Jiang Yuzi smiled and said: "Kid, this sword should be returned to you." After saying that, he handed the sword to Han Yiming. Han Yiming said: "This is not yours in the first place." He reached out to take it and held it firmly.

In his hand, Jiang Yuzi smiled and said: "My little friend, are you willing to go back with me? There are many disciples in my sect, all of whom are about the same age as you. You can also have a companion." Han Yiming was about to say: "I don't

Go." Suddenly he felt a roar in his ears, as if someone shouted into his ears, his eyes blurred, and he almost fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to see Ikanoko's smiling face slowly getting bigger and nodding towards him. He nodded, and felt confused in his heart. It seemed that every time he nodded, he lost all his strength.

A little louder. He shook his head vigorously, but listened to the tone of Jiang Yuzi's voice becoming very sweet, and said to himself: "Come on, come on, you are a good boy too." Han Yiming had never seen his lips move, but he felt that voice
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