Chapter Ninety-Six Sixth Grade Formation Disk

"boom!"

However, at the moment when Wang Yan's attack landed, behind him, a huge door with a size of tens of feet smashed down on him.

"what!"

Wang Yan let out a scream, and the door from nowhere immediately erupted with terrible flames, which swallowed Wang Yan almost in an instant!

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

"I'm sorry, I slipped my hand just now, if someone threw it, please apologize to him for me!"

However, at the gate of the hall, a young man walked over with a smile.

When everyone heard this, their faces darkened immediately.

What kind of hand is this damn, can smash Wang Yan to death with a single swing?

"Are you courting death?!"

Hearing Zhao Yi's grinning voice, Lei Yuan could no longer maintain his superficial gentleness, and his whole body burst into aura.

Wang Yan was a genius with 3-star talent on par with him. How could he explain to the suzerain just like that when he was smashed to death by Zhao Yi?

"Sorry, I'm late."

When Zhao Yi saw Heizi covered in scars, his smiling face immediately sank, and his figure flickered, appearing strangely beside Heizi.

"Boss, I'm dragging you down again."

Enduring the severe pain in his body, Heizi grinned at Zhao Yi.

"Don't move, subdue him."

Zhao Yi personally checked Heizi's injuries, and his face that should have been angry became calm instead. Heizi knew that this was when Zhao Yi was most angry.

"it is good!"

Heizi was also aware of his injury, and immediately began to meditate, while Zhao Yi was constantly channeling his spiritual power by his side.

"How many years have passed, and someone dares to ignore me!"

Zhao Yi changed his face, but Lei Yuan didn't recognize him for a while, his gentle and refined aura was immediately broken, and the next moment, his figure turned into a streamer, and rushed straight to Zhao Yi!

To kill someone in front of him, no matter who the god Zhao Yi is, he must be killed!

"Thunder Xuan Nine Transformations, Thunder God Fist!"

Lei Yuan roared angrily, and punched out, a thunderous fist that rolled towards Zhao Yi's head immediately.

"Shua!"

However, before reaching Zhao Yi's vicinity, a black shadow immediately appeared in front of Lei Quan, that shadow looked exactly like Zhao Yi!

"boom!"

The avatar directly resisted with its physical body, and was instantly smashed to pieces by the thunder fist.

"Avatar?"

Lei Yuan frowned, thinking of something immediately, so as not to change suddenly.

"You are Zhao Yi! I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me, Lei Xuanzong!"

Lei Yuan's eyes flickered, and he immediately guessed Zhao Yi's identity, causing discussions among the surrounding people.

"It turns out that he is Zhao Yi, and it is rumored that he can escape from Mo Leixuan's hands!"

"Not only that, this young man also broke through Lei Xuanzong once and beheaded dozens of chief inner elders!"

"Lei Yuan is not weak, but I don't know who is better when these two monsters meet together?"

"..."

This palace attracts more and more people to watch the excitement, and many people point their fingers. This is bound to be a battle between dragons and tigers!

"Zhirou, help me take care of him."

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, and stared closely at Lei Yuan with his dark eyes, a murderous intent disappeared from his eyes.

"I'll give you three breaths, hand over the sixth-grade formation disk, and you can get out!"

Zhao Yi sneered coldly, Lei Yuan seemed to have heard a big joke, a person who is three levels lower than him would speak wild words to him!

"Boy, it's not a good thing to be defiant. I once killed the peak of Wu Wang alone. I'm afraid you can't even do three tricks in my hands!"

Lei Yuan was about to explode in anger, and vowed in his heart that he would tear Zhao Yi's mouth to pieces!

"One breath."

Zhao Yi's voice was flat, but it echoed throughout the hall.

"Without taking three breaths, I can kill you!"

Lei Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and he, known as the number one genius, immediately felt that Zhao Yi was insulting him. The cultivation base of the seventh-level Martial King exploded instantly, and a storm of spiritual power formed around him!

"Two breaths."

Zhao Yi's voice came out again, neither salty nor weak.

"Lei Xuan Nine Changes, Lei Xuan Body!"

Lei Yuan's handprints changed, and above the closed hall, there were actually dark clouds gathering, and thick thunderbolts in buckets immediately fell down, but the falling objects were actually Lei Yuan!

In an instant, Lei Ting swam around Lei Yuan's body, adding a piece of Thunder Armor to his body!

"It turned out to be the Lei Xuan Body. I heard that this is Lei Xuanzong's top martial art. Mo Leixuan once used this martial art to blow up a Martial Emperor of the same level!"

"As expected of being the number one genius in the Northern Profound Realm, Lei Yuan even learned the Lei Xuan Physique!"

"With this martial art in hand, even the peak martial king can only avoid the edge, that young man named Zhao Yi is doomed!"

"..."

Everyone talked a lot, as if they had already guessed the outcome of this battle.

"Three breaths."

Zhao Yi shook his head helplessly, some people really don't know how to live or die, and I kindly let them live, and insisted on joining them to die.

"This punch will send you to hell!"

Lei Yuan let out a low cry, like thunder resounding, a thunder-wrapped fist immediately roared down, and the air could not move wherever it passed.

Bear it, burst directly!

"Go."

With a wave of Zhao Yi's palm, a white bone immediately hit Lei Yuan's body.

The thunderous power, which was enough to kill a strong Martial King, disappeared strangely when it touched the white bones, and finally disappeared into the air together with Lei Yuan's body.

"Lei Yuan, is it just gone?"

When the sixth-grade array plate fell to the ground, everyone couldn't understand the situation in front of them. The Thunder Profound Physique was in the strongest state of Lei Yuan, and it was in Zhao Yi's hands. It was like a magic trick.

"no Zuo no Die."

Zhao Yi looked at the void indifferently, I don't care how many levels you can kill your opponent in seconds, as long as your own cultivation does not exceed the seventh level of Martial King, within the scope defined by the system, you can only become air.

"I didn't expect your formation skills to improve so quickly, and you even have to learn the sixth-grade formation disk?"

Zhao Yi looked at Yan Zhirou who was still in a sluggish state, and handed over the sixth-rank formation plate in his hand.

"No, I... I just want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible."

Asked by Zhao Yi, Yan Zhirou suddenly felt nervous and hesitated.

"By the way, where did your big brother Yan Ruochen go?"

Zhao Yi seemed to have thought of something. In fact, he wanted to ask the question the last time he was at Beiyan Auction, but he never had the chance.

"He..." Yan Zhirou's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

"Boss, let me tell you. Since you were wanted by Lei Xuanzong, Yan Ruochen has been arrested by Lei Xuanzong."

"Besides Yan Ruochen, there are also the elders of Beiling Academy, just to lure you to appear. Of course, what they want in the end is that Ye Zixin seems to be in their hands."

Heizi regained his strength and immediately reported what he knew to Zhao Yi.

"Lei Xuanzong!"

The spiritual power in Zhao Yi's body was about to run wild, but he finally stopped it. The most important thing now is to save the companions from Lei Xuanzong's minions!