"No, but I will make you worse than death."

Zhang Yi grinned.

"Damn! I am worthy of being Zhang Sui's son, I really have a genital!"

The man pointed at a short distance in front of him: "Did you see that building? The ancient books collected by our Wangyue Pavilion will be stored there."

"Senior is indeed a good talker."

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Since that's the case, you should sleep for a while!"

"I'm so damn...oh!"

The man was about to curse, but he felt a pain in his neck, and then his eyes turned black, and he knew nothing... After Zhang Yi knocked him out, he jumped and disappeared from the spot, leaving only his fainting

The unlucky guy on the ground.

Soon, Zhang Yi quickly arrived at the attic where the man pointed.

This attic has a strong Chinese and rustic flavor. The most important thing is that no one guards it here.

The door is locked, and the door lock is still made of the rare cold iron.

I'm afraid even a powerful person in the God Transformation Realm cannot open it with brute force.

Zhang Yi's qi sinks into his dantian. He pinched the door lock with both hands. With a click, the door lock cracked.

He moved his body and sneaked into the attic like a ghost.

The attic was pitch black, and it was basically impossible to see your fingers.

Click! The lighter sounded, and the faint light illuminated the surroundings.

Zhang Yi walked forward with the help of the faint light of the lighter. He looked around and found that this place was indeed the place where Wangyue Pavilion collected ancient books.

There are bookshelves of ancient books all around the attic, and there are at least thousands of books... Damn! When will you find so many ancient books?

Zhang Yi was immediately depressed. He thought for a long time and felt that the places where the ancient books that recorded the Zhang family should be placed would be different.

Um?

Zhang Yigang didn't go far, but he suddenly stopped and looked down, and found a tiny iron wire on the ground in front of him.

Damn! There is actually a mechanism designed here.

Fortunately, I am very vigilant, otherwise I would definitely trigger the mechanism when I touched this wire.

Once the mechanism is triggered, the powerful people from the Wangyue Pavilion may be attracted.

He suddenly looked up and looked ahead, and suddenly was stunned by the wire in front of him.

Damn! There are wires everywhere in front, like spider webs.

Not to mention being alone, it is difficult for even a fly to fly in.

It’s just a place to collect ancient books. Is it necessary to make it like this?

Seeing that there were wires everywhere in front of him, Zhang Yi wanted to scold her.

He lit a cigarette and was thinking about how to enter the deepest without touching the mechanism.

The ancient books placed in the deepest part of the attic are definitely unique, and there may be ancient books recorded by the Zhang family.

"Haha, young man, have you not figured out a solution after watching it for so long?"

Just as Zhang Yi was thinking about cracking the mechanism, a hoarse and old voice suddenly rang out.

Zhang Yi's nerves immediately tense up, and he suddenly turned around and said, "Who?

Who is there?"

I'll go! Are there anyone in the attic?

How is that possible?

Isn't the attic locked?

How could people be inside?

Could it be that the person guarding this attic?

Zhang Yi did not dare to relax his vigilance, looked around with caution, and wanted to use his spiritual sense to find the person who made the sound.

The next moment.

A figure came out of the darkness.

With the appearance of the figure, the torches around the attic suddenly lit up.

It was a white-haired old man, his eyes were deeply sunk, and his whole body was filled with an unconcealed aura.

This vast aura can only be released by reaching the realm of Transformation of Void.

And the old man in front of him should undoubtedly be a powerful man in the realm of transformation.

Zhang Yi's expression became very ugly.

He didn't expect that there was such a strong man like Wangyue Pavilion, who happened to be hiding in this attic, making him meet in a bad mood.

The old man with white hair looked at Zhang Yi deeply, and he squinted his eyes and smiled: "The familiar smell of blood, young man, you should be a member of the Zhang family, right?"

"I am the Zhang family. May I ask you the senior's name?"

Zhang Yi politely clasped his fists.

"I have been here for decades and have long forgotten my name."

The old man laughed and said, "Young man, I'm surprised at your bones. It's a very good seedling. Although you are from the Zhang family, I like you very much. If you want, stay here with me. I'll put me in my opinion.

What do you think of the robe and mantle?”

What?

This old man actually wants to accept me as his disciple?

Is there anything wrong?

I'm a thief! Is it really good for you to do this?

Zhang Yi was speechless, and still said calmly: "Senior, I'm so embarrassed, I already have a master."

"Do you have a master?"

The old man looked very disappointed, and he sighed and said, "Since that's the case, I have to catch you and leave it to the Pavilion Master."

He suddenly took two steps forward and laughed, "Young man, you probably don't know. I am the guardian here. I have been guarding these ancient books for hundreds of years. Do you want to peek at the ancient books in our Wangyue Pavilion?"

This old man has been here for hundreds of years?

Zhang Yi was simply stunned. He said with a slight smile: "This old senior is just trying to borrow ancient books to read, not to steal it."

“What is the difference between peeking and stealing?”

The old man sneered: "Since you are unwilling to stay here, I have to take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure flashed, as if he had changed his figure, and he came to Zhang Yi in an instant.

Damn! It's so fast that he almost couldn't react.

Zhang Yi remained calm in the face of danger, and he used the Broken Soul Sword to block it horizontally in front of his chest.

Bang! The old man's seemingly light punch was like a big truck hitting the Broken Soul Sword. The force was so terrifying.

Dingdengdeng... Zhang Yi's whole body shook slightly and he took a few steps back.

He looked back and almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Just one step away, he touched the wire behind him.

The old man did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the battle, but instead looked at the Broken Soul Sword with interest and laughed: "The young man is very good. He actually possesses such a magic weapon and can use it skillfully. It looks like he likes your master very much.

”

"A treasure, spiritual. Besides, I am handsome and have great martial arts skills, so of course I will follow me."

Zhang Yi said shamelessly.

In fact, it was not the case. He didn't have to tame the sword spirit before, because the sword soul senior was the sword spirit.

"Old man, I have already felt your greed, do you want me?"

Suddenly, the voice of Senior Sword Soul sounded, and a vicissitudes of life filled with a vicissitudes of life.

The old man's pupils contracted and he said incredibly: "Good guy, he is indeed spiritual and can even speak with others!"

"You are not qualified to get me!"

The voice of Senior Sword Soul sounded again, and he sneered: "Today, only my personal disciple can have me, just you?"

A personal disciple?

What's going on?

The old man was a little confused.

Could it be that the master he mentioned was actually a sword spirit?

Zhang Yi was also speechless. He didn't expect Senior Sword Soul to say such words.
Chapter completed!