Han Yiming's eyes were blurred. After all, when he was with him for several months, his senior brothers took great care of him. Even if he was talking about him behind his back, he was not a treacherous person. Everyone walked along the way, helping each other, and naturally had a deep affection. Although he had said Han Yiming's gossip about him behind his back, his flaws did not hide his elegance, but he was still an honest and loyal disciple. He also took care of Han Yiming from time to time. Han Yiming just apologized for his care and did not linger with the past.

Huang Jingxuan didn't say a word to urge him, but Taoist Pingbo shouted loudly: "What? Is it that your Lingshan Sect is invincible? Or are you killing everyone here?!" Han Yiming lowered his head, his eyes blurred. No matter how he urged him, he didn't say anything. After a while, he raised his head and calmed his breath first, and then looked at the senior brothers.

When Taoist Pingbo saw him raised his head and sneered, "If you can't find it, you have to ask you to see if the three of us were trapped in the evil demon." His three people refer to him, Huang Jingxuan, Zhao Haoyang. Han Yiming felt cold in his heart, and he was quite eager for the evil Taoist who was caught in the Tao, but he knew what he wanted. After looking at him for a moment, he held back the anger in his chest, took a deep breath, and then looked at the senior brothers in Lingshan.

Sima Lingyi was as usual, nothing unusual, and he was still handsome. When he looked at Lu Jingxin next to him, he was also clear-headed and had no shadow. Every time he looked at one, he felt up and down, and was nervous. Suddenly, he saw a darkness on Du Qingfeng's face and his heart was shaking.

Du Qingfeng looked at him gently as usual. Han Yiming's eyes blurred and he blinked hard. This was when he couldn't even stand in his own place, he was still treating his senior brother as usual. Why... it was him? He gritted his teeth, turned his eyes away, and looked at the other senior brother next to him. However, tears filled his eyes and could no longer see clearly. He only heard Du Qingfeng's voice in his ears saying, "Little Junior Brother, is it me?"

Han Yiming dared not answer, nor did he dare to look at him. Du Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You need to say nothing, I know it's me. I still have some senses!" He felt relieved. Han Yiming was about to speak, and Taoist Pingbo had already come to him and looked up and down at Du Qingfeng, taking a deep breath. Han Yiming was frightened and angry, and his two fingers in his right hand moved, and Mingyuan's sword was unsheathed with purple gold light, crossing the sheath between the two.

The person in Pingbo Dao was so angry that his face was blue and shouted, "It's so great, Brother Huang, did your disciple dare to attack the elders?" He had been practicing for more than five hundred years and was self-reliant in his identity as an elder. At this time, Han Yiming was lit in front of him, and the Mingyuan sword, which he was still scared, was even more angry. For a moment, the sound of the sword being unsheathed was endless. The disciples under Pingbo Daoist were angry and rushed up and drew their swords toward each other. The disciples under Lingshan were unwilling to be outdone, and they all opposed the swords.

But Huang Jingxuan shouted, "Stop!" He came into the air and landed between Han Yiming and the Taoist Pingbo. He turned around and said to the disciples behind him, "Please put away the sword!" Sima Lingyi took the lead and put away the long sword, and the other disciples also put away the sword. Only Han Yiming still held the Mingyuan sword horizontally in his hand, pointed the sword forward, and pointed at the Taoist Pingbo. He endured the Taoist Pingbo along the way. At this time, he saw that the Taoist Pingbo actually blew Du Qingfeng to ashes in one breath, so he could not bear it and held the sword to face each other.

Huang Jingxuan sighed: "Yiming, put away the sword." Han Yiming gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let him blow Senior Brother Du to ashes!" New and old hatreds surged in his heart, and his teeth made a "grand" sound. Huang Jingxuan said: "Brother Pingbo, I will deal with my own affairs. I won't have to help you!" He didn't ask Han Yiming to apologize. Originally, Du Qingfeng was a disciple of his sect, so how could Pingbo Taoist come to be under the jurisdiction? It was also his sect's business. It was not the turn of Pingbo Taoist to take action.

Taoist Pingbo also knew that he was venting his anger, and two of his disciples were wiped out. One of them was a disciple who was quite eye-catching and spent countless efforts to cultivate them. At this time, his painstaking efforts were gone. He was really angry and hatred. Just as Du Qingfeng was like his disciple, he was about to expose his anger.

He bullied Han Yiming in all kinds of ways, but Han Yiming didn't care, but when he saw that he was going to attack his senior brother, he hated him to the core, and the sword always pointed at him. He made up his mind that if he dared to act rashly and was not good for his senior brother, even if he fought for his life, he would never let him be punished. Huang Jingxuan sighed, reached out and put his hand on the sword, and pressed Han Yiming's long sword: "Brother Pingbo, let me hand it over to me. If I don't do it well, it's not too late for you to help me again!" The Taoist Pingbo snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Before Huang Jingxuan could speak, Du Qingfeng stood there for a moment, then smiled slightly, bowed to Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang and said, "Uncle Master, please tell my master that the disciple has gone. The disciple has not practiced enough and can no longer practice with all the same sects. Let's leave!" As he said that, he took off his sword and held it in front of Huang Jingxuan with both hands. Han Yiming was anxious: "Master! Master! Is there no other way?" Du Qingfeng smiled and said, "My junior brother, I have been practicing for nearly three hundred years. He can silently take away my spiritual power and vitality, leaving behind this broken body, but I'm afraid there will be a picture of the rest. At that time, it was the brothers who were tragic and their hands were frayed! How could I go to that point? It would be better to leave clean now!"

He has always been very kind to Han Yiming. At this time, all kinds of benefits and care for him have come to his heart. Han Yiming could not bear it. He had tears in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word! Du Qingfeng said: "Junior brother, you don't have to be sad for me. I have lived for more than 300 years. If an ordinary person had been gone long ago, I would have been for several lifetimes of reincarnation, which is also worth it!" Han Yiming looked at both sides, and saw that all the senior brothers bowed their heads and said nothing. Sima Lingyi held his fists and then turned around and couldn't bear to look at him again. He knew that there was no return, but he was unwilling to accept it and looked at the two masters.

Du Qingfeng smiled and said to Huang Jingxuan, "Please help me with my help." Even though Huang Jingxuan has a profound cultivation level, he was in the same place for hundreds of years, and for a while, he was very sad. He took his sword and sighed, "Okay, Qingfeng, don't worry!" After that, he opened his mouth and blew it. As soon as he blew, Du Qingfeng turned around and laughed, "The years are gone, and I will never lose my heart; I will leave you for a thousand years!" Before he finished speaking, his clothes and skin on his back turned into pieces, and as Huang Jingxuan blew, they flew into pieces. Even the bones turned into dust and rose upwards!—
Chapter completed!