Zhang Yi complained in his heart that this world is too sinister. What you see may not be true, and it is probably to blind your eyes.

According to Zhang Baizong, the body of the three-eyed general is still in the Heavenly Court of the Divine Realm. As for the three-eyed general in the Ghost Realm, a powerful ghost clan is controlled by a drop of essence and blood. His body is a powerful ghost clan, and his consciousness is a powerful ghost clan.

It belongs entirely to the three-eyed general, equivalent to a clone existence.

"You guys cheated me so hard."

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, his teeth itched.

"We lied to you not only to change your future, but also to fight back against the Jiang family."

Zhang Baizong looked serious and said seriously: "Now, the time is ripe, and I have just come to see you thousands of miles away!"

Zhang Yi's heart moved, looked up at Zhang Baizong, frowned and said, "What do you mean is that the Zhang family will help us with the heavenly punishment this time?"

"Hmph! The grudges that have been for thousands of years must be resolved, right?"

Zhang Baizong snorted coldly, the meaning was self-evident, and then sighed again: "Although I was pretending to die at the beginning, I also lost my five levels of cultivation. This time I attacked the Jiang family, I will not go, I will let another one

People will lead the Zhang family to go with you!"

"who?"

Zhang Yi raised his eyelids.

Zhang Baizong smiled but said nothing. He turned to look at the backyard of the dilapidated temple and said lightly: "Come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the backyard of the dilapidated temple, and then a majestic middle-aged man walked in.

His face was as sharp as a knife, with a rebellious temperament, a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes staring at Zhang Yi like two bright stars.

Zhang Yi looked up and was stunned for a moment, and stuttered: "You...you are..." "What?

Don't you know me anymore?"

The middle-aged man smiled.

"You... are you Senior Zhang Zhiming?"

Zhang Yi said in shock.

He had already remembered that he had seen this person in the world of happiness, and this person was just a clone at that time. Because of this, he was lucky enough to have obtained the inheritance of the True Dragon.

"Who is your senior?

I am your uncle!"

Zhang Zhiming corrected the way.

"Big...Big?"

Zhang Yi opened his eyes wide and his expression was like a ghost.

No?

This guy is my uncle?

Why haven't I heard of it?

Wouldn't you lie to me again?

Just as Zhang Yi was thinking about it, Zhang Baizong explained with a smile: "Zhang Zhiming is the captain of the Dragon Guard of the Zhang family in our inner family, that is, your uncle. Because of your father's affairs, Zhang Zhiming was implicated and sent to the world of Youle

Guard the True Dragon Grave.”

Zhang Yi maintained a skeptical attitude. He looked at Zhang Zhiming with a strange look, and couldn't help but want to confirm again: "Are you really my uncle?"

"You little brat, don't you even recognize me as my uncle?"

Zhang Zhiming glared at him, pretending to be very angry.

"Hmph! I have been deceived by you. Who knows whether what you said is true or false?"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly.

"Then how do you believe it?"

Zhang Zhiming was angry and laughed.

He knew very well that Zhang Yi was feeling at this moment. It was probably not easy to accept the uncle who suddenly appeared. He could only provide the most direct evidence.

"Take the genealogy out and take a look. As long as the genealogy contains your name, I will believe you!"

Zhang Yi stretched out a hand to the other party.

"Aren't you, a boy, making things difficult for me?

The genealogy is at the Zhang family. If you don’t believe it, you can go back and take a look in the future!”

Zhang Zhiming hummed angrily.

"Who knows if you lied to me?

Without a family tree, I don’t believe you are my uncle!”

"You..." Zhang Zhiming's face suddenly turned dark, thinking that this kid is too crazy. If he doesn't teach this kid a lesson, he will probably be a big deal... "Hey, what are you going to do?

Do you want to beat me?"

Zhang Yi was suddenly panicked, but he was not that scared. At worst, the two could fight.

"Beat you?

What's wrong?"

Zhang Zhiming glared at him, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward.

At the critical moment, Zhang Baizong grabbed Zhang Zhiming, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Zhiming, calm down, if you want to teach this kid a lesson, you can do it any time. The most important thing at the moment is to make this kid recognize you as his uncle."

Zhang Zhiming's mouth twitched twice, thinking that the family tree was not here, how could you believe this kid?

Zhang Baizong also knew Zhang Zhiming’s dilemma. He pondered for a moment and said with a smile: “Didn’t you two brothers have a good relationship with the little girl of the Nangong family back then?

Call her over, will the matter be resolved?"

"Yes, I almost forgot her."

Zhang Zhiming's eyes lit up and he woke up instantly. He quickly ran out the door: "You boy wait for me..." Waiting and waiting... I see what tricks can you do?

Wait a moment! The little girl of the Nangong family?

Isn't it just Aunt Nangong?

At this moment, Zhang Yi felt a little shaken, thinking that Zhang Zhiming was not really my uncle, right?

Soon, Zhang Yi heard laughter from outside the temple.

He looked up and happened to see Zhang Zhiming and Nangong Jin walking towards this side with a chat and laugh.

"I said, Sister Jin, that kid is so bad. He doesn't recognize me as his uncle at all. You must prove it for me."

Zhang Zhiming had a bitter face, not to mention how wronged he was.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have this day too?"

Nangong Jin covered his mouth and smirked.

"My sister Jin, don't make fun of me, please explain quickly!"

Zhang Zhiming smiled bitterly.

"Aunt Nangong, you guys are..." Zhang Yi looked at them chatting and laughing in surprise.

Zhang Zhiming quietly touched Nangong Jin with his elbow.

"Stop urging me, I'll tell him..." Nangong Jin rolled his eyes, which made him feel tempting. She cleared her throat, then pursed her lips and smiled: "You little brat, I'm really invisible, he is actually you

Uncle, this is indeed true!”

"Did you hear it, boy?

You should believe it now?"

Zhang Zhiming raised his chin and looked very stinky.

"Are you really my uncle?"

Zhang Yi was stunned and wanted to confirm again.

"Oh, Zhang Yi, your uncle has a special identity. Because of this, you don't know his existence."

Zhang Baizong picked up the tea and took a sip, and smiled kindly: "No matter what, your blood is thicker than water, he is your uncle. This will not be fake, and there is no need for us to lie to you!"

"Okay, I believe it's all!"

Zhang Yi waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Not?"

Zhang Zhiming's expression was stunned.

"Not yet, what else do you want?"

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you be happy to have a hug when you meet your uncle?"

Zhang Zhiming couldn't help but ask.

"That's you happy, I'm not happy."

Zhang Yi's face darkened and he snorted coldly: "My father was rejected by his tribe members back then, where are you?"

"This..." When talking about this, Zhang Zhiming's face suddenly sank, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

"Zhang Yi, you misunderstood your uncle. Back then, your uncle fought with the senior executives of the Zhang family because of your father's affairs, and was eventually exiled to the Youle World to guard the Zhenlong Cemetery."
Chapter completed!