Female President's Protector

"What do you mean?"

Hearing the words, the old business said slowly: "My son, defiled my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and killed my family..."

As Yan Feng's words came out slowly, Zhang Yi couldn't help being moved.

It turned out that the young master Yan Feng was talking about was actually an enemy of his, and that so-called young master sealed Yan Feng's soul in the Matouqin and stipulated how many people he had to bring to the mainland of China before he would be released. Not only to kill his only remaining son, but to drive Yan Feng to his wits.

Hearing Yan Feng's words, Zhang Yi couldn't help being moved.

In fact, he is pitiful enough, not only has to endure such pain, but also has his soul sealed.

"The so-called son, is he very strong?" Zhang Yi asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yuqing is at the seventeenth level, but it is said that he is planning to break through the eighteenth level recently, and then break through to the supernatant realm in one go!"

"Level seventeen?"

Zhang Yi was completely stunned.

"No, there will never be such a coincidence!" Zhang Yi muttered to himself.

"What wouldn't be such a coincidence?"

"Nothing!" Zhang Yi shook his head bitterly, and then said calmly, "Why are you so sure that I can be your son's enemy?"

"Because only you have the ability to fight against them!"

Hearing Yan Feng's words, Zhang Yi's expression became strange.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and said angrily: "He is the seventeenth level of Yuqing, and I don't even have the level of Yuqing, how can I fight with others?"

"The sword in your hand is very powerful."

"Ok?"

"And I was defeated by your combined attack. As long as your level is higher, the effect of the combined attack will be better, and you can kill him in seconds." Yan Feng said confidently.

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "You don't know the sword just now?"

"I don't know, but I know that this sword is absolutely extraordinary."

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, do I need to say more?

The sword of the gods is definitely not a mortal thing.

"Why don't you tell me about your affairs?" Zhang Yi asked curiously when he suddenly thought of something.

"The people I have captured are safe and sound, you can rest assured, but you must not go up now, or you will only die!" Yan Feng seemed to know Zhang Yi's plan, and said calmly.

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, the ring spirit asked him to wait for three years, but he knew the whereabouts of his master, and his soul was still sucked away by that young man, he couldn't wait that long, in three years, by then his master would be Separated from his own yin and yang.

"Zhang Yi, I think what he said is right. It's enough to know that Senior Huangfu is safe now. You can't go up rashly, otherwise you will not only hurt yourself, but also your master and us!"

Zhang Yi was startled, and nodded slowly.

He knows the truth, but can that young master give himself so much time?

three years?

"Of course, you can go after reaching the fifth level of Yuqing, but when the time comes, you two need to go together. Even if you really meet a strong enemy at that time, you can join forces, otherwise you won't be able to retreat completely." It seemed that Zhang Yi felt the pressure. Anxious, Yan Feng said in a deep voice.

Zhang Yi was slightly taken aback, Yuqing level five?

According to what the ring spirit said, Pojun is the seventeenth level of Yuqing, which is equal to the second level of their Taoist ancestors, so isn't the fifth level of Yuqing equal to the great perfection of supernatural powers, maybe a half-step Taoist ancestor?

And Yan Feng is the tenth level of Yuqing, which is equal to the middle stage of the first level of Daozu.

"I don't know how your realms are divided. According to your current strength, it's probably around the third level of Yuqing!" Yan Feng continued as if he understood Zhang Yi's doubts.

"Forget it, let's talk about these things later." Zhang Yi sighed, narrowing his black eyes coldly and said: "You just stay in the turtle shell for me obediently, and don't have any bad thoughts if you want revenge, otherwise, hum !"

"Don't worry, I can still be your deputy when you fight."

Zhang Yi directly threw the matouqin into the turtle shell, causing Luo Qingcheng to roll his eyes.

This guy throws everything in there, which saves trouble.

But it takes a long time to find something every time.

Isn't that right, last time he said to look for the black spar, he searched for a long time, poured out all the things in the turtle shell, and finally found it.

At that time, he also said to himself that it was time to tidy up the turtle shell, but he forgot again the next day.

When the two returned to the Cultural Relics Bureau, it was already dawn.

At six o'clock in the morning, late autumn in Inner Mongolia is like winter, with bursts of chill, and the sky is dark.

But at this time, the Bureau of Cultural Relics was full of people.

People from Guoan, Hongmeng and the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics were all sitting there.

Seeing Zhang Yi and the others coming back, everyone was excited, and immediately stood up, and came to Zhang Yi to greet him.

Isn't that right? When they heard Hongmeng's Huang Biao say that Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi were gone, and there were traces of a fight on the field, they immediately alarmed everyone.

When they came here, the glass of the display case containing the motouqin was all over the floor, but the motouqin was gone.

They seemed to have thought that Zhang Yi might be missing, and they were all anxious.

Now that Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi came back safely, the big stone in their hearts fell instantly.

"Young Master Zhang, where have you been? We thought..."

Seeing Bao Bei stop abruptly, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Think we were lost by the Matouqin?"

"Ok!"

"Don't worry, you'll be fine!" Zhang Yi took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed.

But the careful Luo Qingcheng would realize that even now, he was still anxious. After all, he didn't know how the senior ghost doctor was doing over there, and whether that so-called son would just suck the ghost doctor's soul away.

Seeing that the man was clearly sad in his heart, but still forced a smile on his face, pretending that nothing happened, Luo Qingcheng felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Immediately, Su Shou gently held Zhang Yi's big hand, comforting Zhang Yi with this action.

Zhang Yi glanced at everyone, and immediately said: "Okay, you all go back to catch up on your sleep, Ulysses is very likely to come over today."

"Then... is there any whereabouts of Su Zhiyi?"

Hearing Bao Bei's words, Zhang Yi shook his head bitterly.

If what Yan Feng said was true, it is estimated that Su Zhiyi was also taken to the mainland of China.

But obviously, he is not anxious about Su Zhiyi's matter now, he just wants to solve the matter here as soon as possible, and then go to Xuannv Palace to practice in seclusion.

He needs to rescue his master as soon as possible.

The longer the delay, the more unfavorable it is to the master.

Although Yan Feng has repeatedly reassured himself, how can he be relieved about this matter, he doesn't know the importance of the master to him.

"Young Master Zhang, you haven't slept all night, you should go to sleep too!"

"En!" Zhang Yi nodded lightly, and walked out with his arms around Luo Qingcheng's slender waist.