Female President's Protector

This is the sound of the blade being unsheathed.

Although extremely subtle, Zhang Yi's ears were more flexible than anyone else's. His pupils shrank for a while, and he said in a deep voice, "Protect them well."

Suddenly, a murderous aura rushed towards him.

Groups of people suddenly appeared in all directions, at least 34 people.

Immediately, he rushed to the presiding stage with a stride, pushed Huang Shiyun away at once, looked at the people in all directions with blazing eyes, and his heart sank, it seemed that this time it was more than auspicious.

He roughly estimated that among these people, at least eight or nine are high-level warriors, and a few are even at the peak of the late stage.

If that's the case, Zhang Yi can still fight to the death, but the opponent obviously has three acquired third-level or even fifth-level masters. Since he became a teacher, he has never met so many people with a higher realm than himself. This is the first time.

It was also the first time that I felt that there was more danger than good fortune, as if I had given up struggling, I lowered my head, thinking about something.

He didn't know if the other party came out in full force, but he was very clear that it was difficult for him to escape this disaster today. At least before Liu Minsheng came back, whether he could hold on was a problem.

This sudden situation made everyone stunned, and immediately many people who were greedy for life and fear of death all exited the hall, only some courageous people stood and watched from a distance.

After hearing Zhang Yi's words, the two people from the Temple of Killing God came to Luo Qingcheng and Zhang Wanling in a flash, and looked at Zhang Yi who was surrounded by these people on the stage with a little worry.

"How could this be? Who are they?" Zhang Wanling's face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly, showing the fear in her heart.

Luo Qingcheng's eyes flickered with worry: "He just discovered something was wrong, saying that someone deliberately lured him here."

"Who is it?" Zhang Wanling's voice was full of tears, her little hands clenched into fists, and her white teeth bit her lips tightly.

Luo Qingcheng shook her head slightly, took out her phone and pressed it a few times, then looked thoughtfully at Tang Wanru who was full of suspicion: "I hope it's not you, otherwise even if you are Tang Zhengqi's daughter, I will destroy you."

She brought out President Bingshan's temperament to the fullest.

Tang Wanru was taken aback, and gave Luo Qingcheng a weird look, then curled her lips and said, "The one who cleans up cleans himself."

"Little Yi..."

At this time, Zhang Wanling was in a state of confusion, with three souls and seven souls. If Xiao Wen hadn't pulled her, she would have run to the host stage by now.

"Who are you, how dare you act presumptuously?" Liu Yongkang was naturally among the onlookers, and he stood up with an angry face, pointing at these people and asking.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be cared about by many people at this time." On the stage, a middle-aged man who was short but surprisingly agile laughed and said.

Zhang Yi's face darkened. Originally, he wanted the others to leave first, but these people seemed to have discovered their plan and blocked the door. Now it seems that they have to bite the bullet and fight.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, although his current strength is only at the peak of a high-level warrior, with the addition of the Star Art, he should be able to last a round or two, right?

Zhang Yi smiled wryly in his heart. After one or two rounds, did Liu Minsheng really come back?

Or, is it useful for him to come back?

But at this moment, he was not allowed to think too much, the short man actually launched the attack first.

"Thunder clapping."

Zhang Yi sighed softly, this person is a peak high-level martial artist after all, he might be able to kill him instantly by using the Star Art, but what he is most afraid of is those acquired masters, if he makes a mistake, he will be annihilated in ashes.

In desperation, Zhang Yi could only dodge the warrior's attack in embarrassment.

"Aren't you Chinese?"

After Zhang Yi avoided the attack of the warrior, he was shocked to find that these people did not seem to be from Huaxia, but they were practicing Chinese martial arts, which was really puzzling.

"Haha, aren't you the god of death? But we are the special envoys of hell to deal with the god of death." The short man didn't speak, and a chubby man spoke fluent Mandarin.

"Hellfire?"

Hearing that man's words, both Zhang Yi and Luo Qingcheng were taken aback, while the latter looked at him deeply with mixed feelings.

"It seems that the god of death still knows about us."

Zhang Yi was horrified. If it was really Hellfire who sent him to attack him, could he understand that the people behind him were cooperating with Hellfire?

"It seems that your hellfire is looking for death." Zhang Yi said with a cold snort, even though the current situation is not optimistic, he is still very stubborn.

"Haha, do you really think that you are the god of death? Today is your death day next year. As for the demon god will be merged by us, and don't try to procrastinate."

After the fat man finished speaking, he waved his hand and roared, "Come on, hurry up."

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, these people immediately ran towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi put his mind to one side, recited the art of the stars silently, and continued to fight these people.

Using years of experience on the battlefield, he kept dodging the fiercest attacks.

Even so, he was no match for those people in the Houtian realm, and he didn't know how many tricks he was hit by the opponent.

"Hmph, struggling to the death." A martial artist with fifth level of Acquired Heaven snorted coldly.

All of a sudden, he saw his body swell, holding a dagger high in his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Five thunders and nine transformations!"

After speaking, he stomped his feet heavily, and the whole hall immediately shook, and many people were on the verge of falling.

'bang'

There is a huge gap between the strength of the Houtian Wuzhong and the peak strength of a high-level martial artist. How can Zhang Yi be an opponent? A hole in his chest was blown open, and then blood was sprayed from his mouth, and he flew out backwards.

"Little Yi..."

Seeing this, Zhang Wanling almost fainted, her body trembled, her voice was very miserable, and she shed tears.

"You guys stop." Luo Qingcheng also had a worried expression on his face, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, did this man who was invincible in his eyes fall?

She was very reluctant to believe it, but the facts were in front of her eyes, she pursed her lower lip lightly, and said to Xiaowen and the other two: "You two hurry up and rescue him, otherwise he will die."

How could she not know that Zhang Yi's current strength is very different from these people, and the opponent has a lot of people, as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, no matter how good he can fight, he will not be able to withstand the crowd tactics of these people, right?

For now, we can only let the two of them help each other.

"Can……"

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Zhang Wanling burst into tears, her eyes flushed.

"It's useless, both of them are only high-level warriors, and they are not in their peak state, so they will die if they go." At this moment, Tang Wanru frowned slightly and said.

"Hey, you can still stand up?" After a while, seeing Zhang Yi leaning up against the wall with bleeding from the corner of his mouth, the martial artist of the acquired fifth level was a little surprised, and he clenched the dagger in his hand, ready to give Zhang Yi's fatal blow.