Han Shuai was very unhappy, but he had to obey the woman in white.

He turned his head and looked at the woman in white beside him, and said with a ferocious face: "Master, our hatred must be resolved!"

"I brought you here, not to resolve your hatred!"

The woman in white frowned immediately, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes. She said lightly: "Since you have already joined my disciple, you can't think about taking revenge."

"Master——" A strong unwillingness flashed in Han Shuai's eyes. He was a little confused. Why did Master block him from revenge again and again?

Moreover, he followed his master to practice for a while and always saw his master inexplicably helping Zhang Yi, the bastard.

What's the fuck?

He couldn't figure it out, and he felt even more angry and felt that his master was obviously inclined toward Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked at the woman in white in front of him and sneered: "He is right, our hatred must be resolved!"

The woman in white looked at him indifferently, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"I came here just to resolve your grudges."

The woman in white suddenly stopped talking. She looked at Zhang Yi deeply and continued, "I want you to let go of your hatred. It seems that the development of things is beyond my expectations."

"Master--" Han Shuai looked at the woman in white excitedly. It seems that Master has tacitly agreed to resolve their grudges?

Zhang Yi secretly curled his lips and put down his hatred in his heart. Isn’t this a joke?

The woman in white looked at them deeply: "Your grudges will be resolved tonight, I won't interfere!"

Han Shuai was delighted and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for your fulfillment!"

"Your martial arts cultivation has not yet been cultivated. If you have an accident, I will not help you."

"I believe in my ability!"

"Okay, you can do it yourself!"

The woman in white stopped talking, and she turned around and took a few steps back, just watching them quietly.

Han Shuai withdrew his gaze from the woman in white, then saw Zhang Yi in front of him, and sneered: "Zhang Yi, you are dead tonight!"

"Hehe—" Zhang Yi sneered.

His eyes looked at Han Shuai as if he was looking at an idiot.

Han Shuai thought that after practicing with the woman in white for a while, she would have the ability to kill him?

"Next year is your death day!"

As soon as Han Shuai finished speaking, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he held up his ancient sword and snatched up.

At this moment, extremely cold true energy burst out from Han Shuai's body, which quickly solidified the air around him.

Damn! It's so cold! Even Zhang Yi couldn't help but shivered.

At this moment, Han Shuai had already rushed up and the ancient sword in his hand pointed towards his chest.

Zhang Yi sneered, his steps were staggered, and he easily avoided Han Shuai's sword move.

However——Han Shuai’s sword move was very fast, and he could only see the sword shadows in vaguely.

The next second, the sword blade carries extremely cold sword energy.

Swish—The awesome sword energy flashed away, and a hole had already been broken in Zhang Yi's chest.

Fortunately, he avoided it in time and did not hurt his skin.

Even so, Han Shuai's expression became cruel - Zhang Yi only realized now that Han Shuai in front of him was completely different from before, and he became so cruel.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous, and Han Shuai is a good proof.

At this moment, Han Shuai had turned into a killing machine. His ultimate goal was to knock down Zhang Yi in front of him and avenge his dead grandfather's bloody hatred.

The next moment, Han Shuai raised his sword and snatched up again.

This time, his movements were not fancy, only the so-called defeat of the enemy with one move.

Zhang Yi chuckled slightly. Even though Han Shuai had become different from before, he had no deterrent effect on him at all.

He had many ways to kill Han Shuai, but in the end he gave up completely.

Nothing else, just for the woman in white who was silently watching them.

He was afraid that while he was going to use a killer move, the woman in white would launch a sneak attack from the side.

However, after Zhang Yichang's observation, the woman in white was still standing there and still moving, just watching them quietly.

Could it be that the woman in white is really indifferent?

As time went by, Han Shuai was already exhausted and dense beads of sweat were seeping through his forehead.

The difference between the two is obvious at a glance.

Han Shuai was completely angry, and he didn't believe it. Can't he touch Zhang Yi's hair?

The angry Han Shuai burst into a fierce aura, carrying extremely cold air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a little bit again.

Hiss-Zhang Yi shivered all over and breathed out a breath of air conditioning in his mouth.

Cold! It was so cold! He didn't expect that Han Shuai's ice art had already practiced to this level.

The jealous Han Shuai raised his sword and charged forward again.

Zhang Yi's heart was shaking, and his aura changed drastically.

This time, he no longer tolerated himself, he was about to take action! Swish! The next moment, Han Shuai's sword had already stabbed towards him.

Before the sword body arrived, the sword force had swept up - Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was staggering his steps and he almost avoided the sword.

At the same time, Zhang Yi seized this opportunity and grabbed Han Shuai's wrist holding the sword, twisted it cruelly without any mercy.

"Crack--" In just a short moment, Han Shuai's wrist holding the sword was completely scrapped, and the sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

"ah!"

Immediately afterwards, Han Shuai's scream as if he was slaughtering a pig.

Bang! The next moment, Zhang Yi kicked Han Shuai in the chest, and another sound of bone breakage sounded.

Puff—Han Shuai's eyes protruded, his mouth was bleeding and he retreated, and he sat on the ground.

Zhang Yi led his right hand forward, and the ancient sword that fell to the ground trembled and then flew into his hand.

"You should have thought of such a result when you wanted to kill Man Tong!"

Zhang Yi looked indifferent, and the ancient sword in his right hand swung forward, and shot straight towards Han Shuai on the ground - "No--" The ancient sword in Han Shuai's pupils gradually enlarged, and a smell of death came to his face.

But next - the ancient sword that stabbed Han Shuai inexplicably solidified into an ice sculpture, and then fell to the ground.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Yi suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman in white not far away.

"Don't look at me, it's not my move."

The woman in white said coldly.

"Not you, who else can you?"

Zhang Yi's heart sank and said coldly: "Didn't you say you don't interfere? Why do you still interfere?"

"I said it wasn't my move."

The woman in white was as cold as ever, with no emotion in her eyes.

Zhang Yi was a little confused. Since it wasn't for the woman in white, who would suddenly interfere?

Han Shuai was in a mess and his eyes were dull. He was completely scared and had not come back to his senses at all.
Chapter completed!