"Hehe, in the world, you are the only one who can compete with the empress, so I can only find you."

Zhang Yi smiled and even flattered him.

"You bastard, you are pretty good at flattering, but--" Jiutoulong paused for a moment, and then said shamelessly: "I enjoy it very much. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple, that's--" Before Zhang Yi could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed.

Instantly.

The entire spiritual space trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

What's going on?

"If you have murderous aura, hurry up and exit the spiritual space!"

Jiutoulong shouted loudly.

Damn! Which bastard wants to attack me?

Zhang Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, a figure jumped in from outside the room.

Swish—A strange cold light suddenly lit up.

Zhang Yi kicked his feet hard onto the bed, and turned over in the air and flashed through this strange cold light.

While turning over, his internal strength was running smoothly and he pushed forward with both palms.

The palm power poured out like a torrent, forming a hurricane that lifted the mat on the bed.

Bang—Catched off guard, the figure felt like he was hit hard, and his entire body retreated continuously.

In an instant, the man stabilized his body, then took two heavy steps forward, and advanced forward with a long sword in his hand.

With a buzzing sound, a sword light soared into the sky.

Swish—Just as the sword was about to pierce Zhang Yi, sword energy suddenly took shape, making the sword unable to move forward again.

"Damn it!"

The man cursed angrily, and he also held the knife handle in his left hand, trying to rely on brute force to break the sword energy in front of him.

Zhang Yi's mouth raised slightly, and he shouted loudly, his whole body was filled with momentum and overflowed in all directions.

Crack! As the momentum of the sky overflowed, the long sword shattered and broke out.

The remaining force also hit the man's chest.

Ah! The man screamed, his body staggered, and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

Zhang Yi looked closely and exclaimed: "Damn, it turns out it's you guy!"

The person who attacked him was nothing but Han Shuai's bastard! Han Shuai kicked his feet hard on the ground, and he turned over like a carp. His clenched right fist hit Zhang Yi's head hard.

His movements were like flowing water, and with surprise, they were even completed in one go.

A trick of eagle! Zhang Yi sneered, and he took two steps forward and pointed out with one point.

Boom! This punch hit Zhang Yi's fingertips directly.

How is that possible?

Han Shuai's eyes widened, his expression as if he was a ghost.

He never dreamed that with all his strength, he could not shake Zhang Yi's finger.

From this we can see that the difference between the two is like a mountain that cannot be climbed.

"Sword Heart!"

Zhang Yi shouted lightly, and his two fingers that were rising slightly pushed forward.

In an instant, the sword energy around it condensed into the fingertips, forming a terrifying sword energy.

With a buzzing sound, a buzzing sound came from the air.

This is a manifestation of the condensation of sword energy to the extreme.

Sneak—As a flash of cold light disappeared, a blood hole had been broken in the iron fist.

Ao! Han Shuai screamed in pain. He covered his bloody right fist, his face turned pale with pain, and his eyes were filled with reluctance.

Zhang Yi's sword energy was retracted, and he stood with his hands behind his back, with a sarcastic look on his face: "If you want to kill me like this, you look down on me too much, right?"

Han Shuai raised his strong head and gritted his teeth unwillingly: "Hmph, if you want to kill, you will be as good as you want!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a muffled groan and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You've already done this, why bother to show off?"

Zhang Yi shook his head helplessly and looked at him disdainfully: "To be honest, I will not kill you!"

"You won't kill me?"

Han Shuai was surprised, then snorted coldly: "I tell you, if you don't kill me today, I will still kill you in the future!"

The deep hatred of blood cannot be solved by just a few words.

His will is very firm, that is, to kill Zhang Yi and avenge his grandfather.

Even though it had been a long time, he still did not forget the moment when his grandfather made his debut.

"If you want to take revenge, I will be waiting at any time!"

Zhang Yi smiled faintly: "Under the premise, should you go back and bandage your fist?"

"There is ample time!"

Han Shuai snorted coldly, turned around and raised his legs and walked out the door.

At the same time, he glanced at Zhang Yi behind him, and saw that the guy was standing there smiling and motionless.

No?

This guy really intends to let him go?

When Han Shuai left the wing room, he finally realized that Zhang Yizhen planned to let him go like this.

Although I can't believe it, this is the truth.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Yi let him go?

Do you look down on yourself?

Thinking of this, Han Shuai's eyes were filled with anger, but he was more unwilling to accept it.

He swore that he must take revenge! If he did not take revenge, he would not be a human being! Oh——Suddenly, Han Shuai covered his fist and grinned in pain.

Damn, Zhang Yi is no longer the same as before. How easy is it to take revenge?

Until Han Shuai disappeared at the door, Zhang Yi spread the mat again and sat cross-legged on the bed again.

He has no more important things to say.

In just a moment, he returned to the spiritual space again.

Zhang Yi no longer beat around the bush and said directly: "Senior Shenlong, I want to go to the secret room to explore the coffin. Under the premise, I need you to be able to protect me from returning to reality without falling into the illusion and being unable to extricate myself!"

"You bastard, I can't understand it. Does that coffin have nothing to do with you?"

Jiutoulong cursed and was in a very unhappy mood.

"I have to go!"

Zhang Yi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "I need to get a truth!"

the truth?

"Why do you say this?"

The nine-headed dragon was slightly stunned.

"Oh, just tell me, are you going to help me?"

Zhang Yi was a little impatient.

"Do, can't I help you?"

Jiutoulong was also helpless and sighed: "To be honest, I really don't want to face the empress."

“Why?”

"You don't understand some things!"

"If you say it, don't I understand?"

"If I don't say it, you must understand!"

"Damn it! If you don't say it, how can I understand?"

"You are talented and can definitely understand!"

"I don't understand!"

"I don't care whether you understand or not, get back!"

As soon as the words were finished, the nine-headed dragon directly swung its tail. With a puff, the huge tail was thrown on Zhang Yi's body.

Ah! Zhang Yi screamed, his eyes flashed slightly, and he instantly returned to reality.

"Senior Shenlong, you are too bullying!"

Zhang Yi was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Haha, you guy, still want to fight me?"

The nine-headed dragon laughed.

"..." Zhang Yi rolled his eyes speechlessly, too lazy to argue with this old guy anymore, then got up and opened the door and left the wing room.

The full moon night is a good time to act.
Chapter completed!