C1107 The Afterimage of the Sword

That figure easily shattered the two streams of light that Qin Shi shot out. Soon after, he raised his head. Wasn't that Zhang Hao's eldest disciple, Su Yi? He smirked as he looked at Qin Shi. "Kid, we meet again."

"Hehe, indeed. However, this word seems a little more appropriate when used on me. However, to you, it is very far-fetched." Qin Shi shrugged his shoulders