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Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Yi's eagle-like black eyes gleamed with two cold lights, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a hell-like bloodthirsty atmosphere.

Immediately, the voice said in an extremely cold voice: "It doesn't matter what I call it now."

"Huh?" The old man felt the coercion of heaven and earth emanating from Zhang Yi's body from the inside out, his heart trembled slightly, and a bad premonition filled his heart.

As soon as they confronted each other, he knew it was definitely not easy.

I am in the middle stage of the first level of supernatural powers, but after meeting this young man, I realized how small I am.

Especially this guy's zhenqi is extremely domineering, the moment he punches, his zhenqi tries to enter his body, disrupting his internal organs.

But fortunately, I had time to stop, otherwise my body would definitely be in chaos.

"I don't know what happened to my Wuji sect to offend the young man?" Zhao Weiguo, the elder of the Wuji sect, asked with a frown.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said flatly, "Elder Zhao, don't call him Shaoxia Shaoxia. I can't stand it."

"Young hero..."

"Elder..." Seeing that his elders were all young heroes, the housekeeper Zhao Zhong looked confused, and was very puzzled what was going on with the elders.

Zhao Weiguo glared at the steward angrily, and angrily flashed across his brows, angrily said: "Shut up."

"Elder..."

"This young man, please forgive me if I offend you." After thinking for a moment, Zhao Weiguo said with a smile.

He had to be cautious, now that the martial arts tournament was imminent, if he got involved with some powerful forces, then the gain would outweigh the loss.

Now the young man in front of him obviously has a higher realm than himself, and with such impressive cultivation at a young age, there must be quite an astonishing force behind him.

So he didn't dare to fight, no matter for the tournament or for the entire Promise Gate.

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Zhang Yi saw that Zhao Weiguo was so sincere, so he didn't intend to care about anything. Anyway, the purpose of his visit this time was for the fifth residual picture of Xuanwu.

"Elder Zhao is too polite." Zhang Yi smiled slightly, and continued: "Actually, I heard that the young master has a broken map, so I wanted to ask if there is such a thing."

"Another residual image?"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Zhao Weiguo exclaimed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi and the three looked at each other, as if they could see each other's blankness.

"What did Elder Zhao say?"

Zhao Weiguo smiled bitterly: "The young master of the Tianmo Sect has repeatedly come to trouble our young master, just because of the problem of the residual map."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Give it to him?"

"No!" Zhao Weiguo replied blankly, looked at Zhang Yi strangely and said, "Because our young master regards this picture as a treasure, no matter what kind of pressure he receives, he will not give it to him."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yi was stunned, full of suspicion.

You must know that the Tianmo Sect is not at the same level as the Wuji Sect. The Tianmo Sect is much stronger than the Wuji Sect, but Zhao Jianhui is under pressure and threatened by Ji Feng, so he wants to keep the remnants on him. This remnant image is regarded as the lifeline.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi couldn't help being suspicious, and asked puzzledly: "There is no reason, logically speaking, if Ji Feng, the young master of the Tianmo Sect, wants to get it, he will definitely try his best, how could he let you go so easily? ?”

"This one……"

Seeing Zhao Weiguo's faltering, Zhang Yi stopped forcing him, and said with a smile: "I wonder if your young master has returned?"

"The young master has been at the Promise Gate, and he is having dinner with the sect master in the dining room. Let me take you there." Zhao Weiguo said after thinking for a while.

Zhang Yi was slightly taken aback, looked at Feng Xin who had been silent all this time, and asked in a soft voice: "I think people from Wuji Sect are also very talkative."

Fengxin smiled wryly, is it okay to talk?

The nature of osmanthus ginger is old and spicy.

Zhao Weiguo is a person who has become a master. He knew Zhang Yi's difficulty at the moment of the match, and now is the critical moment. How could he not know that Zhang Yi's identity is not clear until it is a last resort? At that time, he would never offend Zhang Yi easily.

But Zhao Zhong and those guards were not so easy to talk to. It was precisely because of this that they were so arrogant and defiant.

Following Zhao Weiguo into the dining room, Zhang Yi's dark eyes focused on an old man.

The old man on the main seat is about seventy years old. Although he has the peak of the first level of supernatural power, he is really curious. The son of this old man is only about 25 years old.

In other words, Zao Wou-ki is the son of old age.

If this is the case, it is estimated that Zhao Jianhui can be spoiled.

"Wei Guo, who are they?"

"Feng Xin of the Tianshan Gate pays his respects to the head of the sect." Before Zhao Weiguo could reply, Feng Xin bowed slightly and said.

"Oh?" Hearing Feng Xin's words, Zhao Wou-ki was stunned for a moment, and then smiled kindly: "So it's Qing Yang's son."

"Yes."

"Then who are these?"

"If you go back to the sect master, these are our distinguished guests from Tianshan Gate." Feng Xin glanced at Zhang Yi and the others, and replied.

Although the purpose of Zhang Yi's trip was for Xuanwu Remnant Map, he should have some courtesy. After all, Promise Gate is ranked in the top three among the ten gates, and Tianshan Gate cannot be compared at all.

"A distinguished guest?" Hearing Feng Xin's words, Zhao Wou-ki nodded slowly.

"Sect Master..."

Zhao Weiguo slowly came to Zhao Wuji's side, bowed his head and whispered.

"Oh?"

After a while, Zao Wou-ki's pupils shrank slightly, and then he stood up immediately, his attitude became extremely enthusiastic: "Just now Wei Guo said that this young hero's kung fu is amazing, I don't know where the young hero learned from?"

Zhang Yi heard the words, after pondering for a while, he said with a smile: "Old ghost doctor."

Hearing this, no matter whether it was Zhao Wuji or Zhao Weiguo, they were all stunned for a moment, their eyes full of shock.

"It turned out that he was a teacher of Senior Huangfu, disrespectful and disrespectful." After a long time, Zhao Wuji suppressed the shock in his heart, folded his hands and composed, and said unhurriedly: "If you guess correctly, the young hero is the god of death?"

"Ok!"

"I see." Zhao Wou-ki nodded slowly, and immediately fell into deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This visit, I'm actually very interested in the map in Mr. Ling's hand." Zhang Yi broke the silence and said straight to the point.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Zhao Wou-ki and Zhao Jianhui looked at each other in disbelief.

It's this remnant picture again, why are all the powerful people looking for this picture?

What exactly is this remnant map makes these people scramble to grab it.

Is it really an ancient thing?

But Zhao Jianhui knew very well that this was just a broken map, not complete at all.

But it's really strange that so many people came to grab it.