Zhao Zhao felt unsatisfied with just one slap and was about to slap him again, but Si Yi grabbed his hand with a cold face.

Not to mention, Zhao Zhao was still a little worried that this lunatic would have another attack. He felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look him in the eye again. However, thinking about what Si Yi had just done, he suddenly felt confident.

He puffed out his chest and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Who told you to scare me? You deserve this slap."

"Oh!"

Si Yi sneered, but looking at Zhao Zhao's fierce and aggrieved expression, he was not as angry as he had imagined. He raised his hand and summoned the Fengming Sword, but saw Zhao Zhao suddenly take a big step back.

"Why are you running around?!" He looked behind Zhao Zhao, and with quick eyes and hands, he protected the person behind him again. The sword in his hand chopped quickly and accurately at the skull that suddenly appeared.

The skeleton shattered, and the dilapidated hut in front of him immediately disappeared, leaving only countless graves in the wilderness and a black hole that kept spitting out poison.

At this time, countless poisonous insects ran out of the dark cave, and skeletons one after another crawled out of the soil.

Si Yi was holding the Fengming sword in his hand, which was flashing with cold light, and he was so bloodthirsty that he would swing the sword without hesitation to cut anything down whenever it approached. His movements were as fast as lightning and clean and neat.

He liked this kind of simple, rough and unscrupulous killing the most. It made the excitement surge into his heart like a tide, rushing straight to his brain, making the blood in his body boil.

For Si Yi, these things were just little gadgets for practice and posed no threat at all. Zhao Zhao hid behind Si Yi, and from being scared and timid at first to guiding Si Yi with a relaxed mood.

"Hey, this snake is so disgusting, don't throw it at me, big brother!"

"Ugh, what a smelly blood! Can't you control it? It's splattered everywhere."

"Wow, this skeleton is so tall! Ah! Brother, you're so handsome!"

Zhao Zhao was chattering here, while Si Yi was fighting bloody battles over there.

After Si Yi's excitement faded, he slowly stopped. He took the time to look at the clean Zhao Zhao, and suddenly smiled evilly: "Junior brother, it's your turn next." He had already chopped off all the high-level skeletons, and only a few poisonous insects were left.

Zhao Zhao had a bad feeling. The next second, Si Yi suddenly disappeared. The poisonous insect lost its target and slowly turned its attack towards Zhao Zhao.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Help!"

Zhao Zhao quickly summoned the Changle Sword, which had never seen blood. As soon as the immortal-level magic weapon appeared, it made the low-level poisonous creatures take a step back without doing anything.

However, Zhao Zhao never drew his sword, and no matter how scared the poisonous creatures were, they still swarmed over.

Si Yi's voice echoed through the air, expressing his frustration: "Junior Brother, you are a cultivator! Even if you're just a Qi Refining stage loser, you shouldn't be afraid of such a moronic thing!"

"Cut them down!"

Zhao Zhao was shaking all over. Since he was just a useless person, he had been protected by his father for more than ten years.

He had never participated in any actual combat and had never even seen anything involving blood, let alone facing these poisonous creatures alone.

"If you don't take action, I'll leave."

Si Yi's cold voice came to his ears again. Zhao Zhao was helpless. He closed his eyes and slashed around with the sword.

Chang Le is a spirit, and poisonous creatures will die if they touch his sword. Realizing his own abilities, Zhao Zhao gradually stopped being afraid. He repeated the chopping and killing movements, and the sword in his hand became more and more handy.

Finally, Chang Le's sword pierced the body of the last big spider, and all the poisonous creatures around were finally eliminated.

From the dark and glowing black hole fell a strange-looking, pitch-black one-eyed beast, the size of a palm and covered in fur.

"Underworld Beast."

When Zhao Zhao and the one-eyed beast were staring at each other, Si Yi's figure suddenly appeared beside them. He put his hands behind his back and walked over slowly.

"This is something from the underworld." He held the Cyclops' fur in one hand and placed it in front of his eyes. "It's a pity it's just a cub."

It's too weak, otherwise he would have kept it for fun.