Jiang Yuzi coughed dryly and said, "As for this reason, we can't find Pixie?" Huang Songtao smiled bitterly: "Brother Dao said this, which makes me very ashamed. To be honest, I hope I have never taken away a disciple like Songfeng. Although I can't drive Pixie Lingblade, Pixie Lingblade was passed down by his master, so I was lost like this. It was not because I was a disciple. Therefore, I also found it earlier and felt at ease!" Everyone remained silent again.

Suddenly someone said, "Well, there is a way below, please ask everyone." Han Yiming was very familiar with this voice. He was the Taoist Pingbo. Everyone looked at him, and the Taoist Pingbo coughed and said, "The Pixie Spirit Blade is a magic weapon. We know that the White Dragon naturally knows that it lives longer than us. It is not that it takes the initiative to lead Pixie out, or that it seeks for future use?" Everyone was silent, but it did not agree, but because of the strangeness of the magic weapon blade, others could only see it, but that they could not understand it, and it was inconvenient to interrupt.

Huang Songtao said: "What Brother Dao said is indeed a worry. But this statement seems to be a bit unlikely. After all, if the spiritual power among the magical weapons is not strange and only recognizes the other party's cultivation level, the white dragon does not have to come here to seize the sword. Even so, it has not been able to take it away, and it is even more difficult to take it away. Although Song Feng has been under my sect for nearly two hundred years, except for his long life, he cannot see any benefits. Life is long, which can be attributed to the spiritual energy of our sect, or to the point.

To be honest, he did not practice, and I could not see how deep his practice was. If it weren’t for the fact that this life span was put on him, it would be no different from the world. This little thing could not be considered a cultivation. How could Bailong borrow his spiritual power? I heard that to give people spiritual power is to be allowed by himself. Over the years, no disciple has ever heard Song Feng say a word, and he doesn’t speak. Even if he speaks, it is a completely meaningless word. It’s still a few years before he can speak. How can he let him?”

Han Yiming knew this very well. Bai Long grabbed the sword from himself and borrowed the sword from him, which was all about spiritual power and failed. The fourth uncle also said that if he didn't have to borrow spiritual power, Bai Long would have killed Mingxi long ago, and maybe he would have seized Mingyuan Sword to decide the victory and defeat with Qinglong. Although Bai Long could activate Mingyuan Sword and had two thousand years of spiritual power, he could not compete with his sword control technique. He couldn't help but feel nervous, but he couldn't say whether he was worried about Bai Long or Wuming, or maybe both.

After a moment of pause, Taoist Tianhua said, "Did Brother Dao not notice some strange things?" Huang Songtao said, "Hmm? What strange things do you mean?" Taoist Tianhua said, "There is nothing strange here. I just remember that Songfeng disappeared like this. Is there any abnormal sign before?" Huang Songtao said, "Oh, he is free and casual every day. It's not that I don't have any restrictions. I really don't know how to restrain it. I'm a little crazy. He can't understand what you say. He wants to do it.

What, it is completely uninfluenced by others, so the disciples all say that he is an alien from heaven and is difficult to control!" Taoist Tianhua said, "Well, brother Dao, don't be anxious. Let's pay attention everywhere. From now on, we will gather the disciples who kill demons together to prevent the White Dragon from being punished. Let's send the news of finding Songfeng back to the sect to let the left-behind disciples pay attention privately. Perhaps we can lead the White Dragon to run around. If we release some wind, it will not be able to do so even if it doesn't come!"

Han Yiming was shocked, but he heard Huang Songtao say, "This is good? Songfeng has no practice at all, and he encountered it..." Taoist Tianhua smiled and said, "Do you don't have to worry! If Songfeng is really like this, the white dragon will not be able to borrow the Pixie Sword. You have to come to us. As long as we can invite the Qinglong Venerable in time, it will not be able to get rid of it. What kind of method is this? It can trap the White Dragon for a while and let the Venerable come here!" Taoist Tianhua is so scheming, how can he not surprise Han Yiming, anxious, but it is difficult to reveal it. How can we know him?

The audience said that they would not let the demon-killing disciples be alone, and maybe they could really make a trap! Han Yiming couldn't help but feel anxious. He would never be able to do it if he wanted to sit still. Although he didn't want to see the white dragon kill these people everywhere, he didn't want to see everyone trap the white dragon and be destroyed by the green dragon. He was so anxious that he was sweating and narrow-minded, but he had no choice.

Taoist Tianhua smiled and said, "Let's talk about this for now. You all go down and think about it. Now we don't have to chase the White Dragon, but how can we invite the Venerable to come in an instant? The White Dragon has been swaying in front of us for countless times. The Venerable came quickly, but he couldn't resist the long-distance raid. When we came here, this guy had already escaped. We can't chase after him, and we can't attract him?" As soon as he said this, everyone relaxed and nodded.

Han Yiming was so anxious that he looked at the master, but saw that the master frowned. Looking to the side, the fifth uncle was still as constant as usual, but the fourth uncle was thinking deeply. His heart was as numb as he could not calm down and listen. He quietly reached out and pressed his chest a few times, only to see the dragon scale shining in spirit at this time, and he passed many words into the white dragon's ears, so that he knew it.

But the dragon scale that ironed his chest was completely motionless at this time. Han Yiming even suspected that it was still on him? But in front of so many people, this method could only hide quietly, and even reached out to press his chest, he had to be very cautious. While he was absent-minded, he suddenly saw the master coming in front of him and said, "Let's go!" Han Yiming saw the two uncles coming too, and sighed in his heart, followed the master, walked forward two steps, and walked out of the barrier.

He stopped and looked at the bright sunshine in front of him, but felt extremely heavy and overwhelmed. Suddenly someone slapped his shoulders and looked back, it was the fourth master uncle. Chen Weiyu said to Lu Yueqing and Zhao Haoyang: "Senior brother, please take a step first. I have a few words to say to Yiming!" Lu Yueqing looked at Han Yiming, silent for a moment, and said: "Okay, it's time to say it too! Fifth junior brother, let's go first!"
Chapter completed!