My TikTok Connects Myriad Realms

"Play? Where did they all go? " The white-haired old man frowned and asked.    

    

"It's just around here, I said. Why do you care so much about Odin?" Red-robed God turned his head and looked at the white-robed old man in a joking manner. The ashes in his hands dropped as if he was mocking him, "Or is it that you are deliberately trying to hide something from me?"    

    

After saying this, the white-haired old man fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, he revealed a smile, and his smile was as benevolent as ever, "My brother, aren't you the same? Each of us has our own secrets. "    

    

"In that case, you don't need to ask me anything, do you?" The mocking smile on Red-robed God's face became even wider.    

    

The white-robed old man no longer spoke. He only turned his head and gradually vanished into the air.    

    

It wasn't until the white-robed old man disappeared that Red-robed God smashed his hand on the towering ancient tree.    

    

The only sound that could be heard was the shaking of the ancient trees in the surrounding forest.    

    

Hua Country, Su Family Villa, Zhou Yi's room.    

    

When Zhou Yi woke up, he found that he was holding a thin sword in his hand.    

    

The thin sword laid calmly in Zhou Yi's hand, as if it was a normal ornament.    

    

"This should be …" it's probably the Cracking Sword in the Norse Mythology … " Zhou Yi looked back and forth in confusion as he held the sword.    

    

Zhou Yi tried to inject his Genuine Qi into it, but this thin sword was like an old broken sword and did not have any reaction.    

    

Zhou Yi held his hand tightly on the sword hilt. However, no matter how much strength Zhou Yi used, the sword did not have any reaction. It was sealed within the sword sheath.    

    

Indeed!    

    

As Zhou Yi expected, it was just as he thought. The current Zhou Yi only had the strength of a Martial Master and could not use the sword at all.    

    

It was like … Phantom Dream!    

    

Zhou Yi bit his finger and a drop of blood slowly dripped onto the sword sheath. The sword suddenly turned into a ray of light and disappeared into Zhou Yi's body.    

    

Even though Zhou Yi had two ancient artifacts, a Cleaving Sword and a Spirit of Nether Dreams, they were of no use at all. There was no difference between them and dead objects.    

    

Zhou Yi stood up. He first took out his phone and looked at the video that was just recorded.    

    

This time, the video was of a person from the first person point of view. It was completely possible to see the degree of brutality of this battle.    

    

No, it would be more accurate to say that this was a terrifying massacre. Kill!    

    

Yes... Zhou Yi alone had slaughtered countless dwarves. Kill!    

    

After Zhou Yi released the Tik Tok video, he looked at his hands and gradually frowned.    

    

Even though his hands were stained with so much blood, Zhou Yi didn't even frown …    

    

In this world, there are many situations where you die or I die … Zhou Yi was already used to this bloody scene.    

    

After calming down, Zhou Yi glanced at the time. It was three in the afternoon. It seemed that although the teleportation just now took almost two days, only about three hours had passed in reality.    

    

Zhou Yi walked out of the room step by step. He went straight to Su Heng. When he saw Su Heng in the hall, Zhou Yi opened his mouth and said,    

    

"I need a training room. The room alone is at least 100 square meters, and no one can disturb me."    

    

"What are you going to do?" Su Heng was clearly puzzled by Zhou Yi's request.    

    

"Is... A month later, Martial Dao Conference will prepare! " Zhou Yi said seriously.    

    

"Heh …" I'll tell you straight, it's no use. " Su Heng smiled mockingly and said.    

    

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi frowned and asked.    

    

"Martial Dao Conference has separated the two, but... A battle between Martial Masters cannot decide anything. " Su Heng said in a mocking tone, "Even if you took first place, people would still look at Martial Sovereign, and not at a small Martial Master like you."    

    

"You just need to prepare it for me. When the time comes, I will naturally have my own plans." When Zhou Yi heard this, he clenched his hand into a fist and his voice turned cold.    

    

Su Heng was stunned. Even though he had already said that, why did this guy still care so much …    

    

However, Su Heng still satisfied Zhou Yi's request. Zhou Yi called Xiang Yu over and the two of them began their training alone in the training room.    

    

Time gradually passed by, and unknowingly, another three weeks had passed. There was only one week left until Martial Dao Conference.    

    

At noon, in the Su Family Training Room, Zhou Yi's body was sent flying again, heavily smashing onto the ground.    

    

Against Xiang Yu who had Martial Sovereign, Zhou Yi could be said to be completely defeated; he had never won a single time.    

    

The other, even worse news was that no matter how Zhou Yi trained, he was still unable to reach the Later Period of Martial Master.    

    

One must know, the gap between a martial master and his Martial Sovereign was basically impossible to overcome. Although Zhou Yi was confident that he could beat up all the martial master level people, but if he were to face his Martial Sovereign … Zhou Yi probably didn't even have the chance to fight back.    

    

The more Zhou Yi thought about it, the more his head hurt.    

    

At noon that day, Zhou Yi and Xiang Yu left the training room covered in sweat. After showering, he chose to rest in a pavilion to the side.    

    

At this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly heard a phone call not far away. It sounded like the woman was Su Wen.    

    

"A class reunion? "What do you mean?"    

    

Listening to Su Wen's tone, Zhou Yi felt that something had happened. He was a little worried, but he still walked over and listened carefully.    

    

"Heh …" Are you looking down on me? Let me tell you, ever since I left you, everyone I met was much stronger than you! "You're just a dead man!"    

    

The moment Zhou Yi heard that, his face turned cold. He had guessed what was going on.    

    

Most of them were former classmates who wanted to meet her, but in reality, they were seeking revenge on each other.    

    

The so-called high school gathering had long since changed. Those who went there were all trying to prove that they were better off than the other party.    

    

Zhou Yi walked step by step towards Su Wen. When Su Wen saw Zhou Yi, she was stunned for a moment, but Zhou Yi still nodded at her, obviously showing his intention.    

    

A reunion, right? Then let's go, but... It was Zhou Yi who went with her!    

    

Su Wen gritted her teeth and said coldly into the phone,    

    

"Tomorrow at noon?" "Sure, I'll go!"    

    

After she said that, Su Wen hung up the phone angrily. Then, Zhou Yi asked,    

    

"What happened? What happened?"    

    

Su Wen glanced at Zhou Yi, anger appeared on her face, "When I was in university, there was a trash of a man chasing after me. Su Wen looked at Zhou Yi, anger appeared on her face," When I was in university, there was a trash of a man chasing me.    

    

"I got it, I'll go with you." Zhou Yi said.