Female President's Protector

The sky in Inner Mongolia is gloomy today, and Zhang Yi's mood is the same.

Especially after hearing Yan Feng's words, Zhang Yi's heart sank to the bottom.

If the so-called son really came down, as Yan Feng said, he came down here to absorb people's souls to practice his Wushuang Jue, can he stop it?

You must know that the opponent is at the seventeenth level of Yuqing, which is equivalent to the realm of Daozu, and he is here to seek a breakthrough. It is very likely that he will break through Daozu and reach Shangqing, which is the realm of the gods here.

The realm of the gods, that is the realm that I need to look up to.

Now that Po Jun has not yet come down, such a powerful figure has already appeared. It would be better if he had collected six remnants of the map, and he could find the inheritance of Xuanwu, but the key is that the sixth one is actually in Po Jun's hands. It made him dumbfounded.

In the living room, Zhang Yi sat there with a gloomy face, while Luo Qingcheng's face was full of worry, staring blankly at the man, heartbroken.

Immediately, Zhang Yi's big hand was gently held by a small hand like porcelain, and his voice was extremely gentle: "It's okay, don't worry so much."

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, and two bloodthirsty cold lights shot out instantly, and said in a deep voice: "No matter who he is, don't even think about using the souls of people in our world to cultivate!"

"Never allow it!"

At the end, Zhang Yi added, his voice was very firm.

"En!" Luo Qingcheng nodded her pretty face, and clasped fingers tightly with Zhang Yi.

No matter what decision he makes, he will always stand behind him, as long as he is there, he will dare to fight against the sky!

After a long time, Yan Feng's voice slowly sounded: "Little brother, if you want to deal with the young master at that time, you can only use your move of dragon and phoenix."

"Huh?" Zhang Yi was stunned when he heard the words, full of puzzlement: "What do you mean?"

Yan Feng seemed to ponder for a while, and then he said unhurriedly: "No one is a match for the joint attack of the two of you, even people in the supernatural realm cannot resist."

"..."

"What about Taiqing?"

"This... that... I don't know, I haven't seen many people who are too clear!"

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he gave Ma Touqin an angry look, feeling bitter in his heart.

Why doesn't he know that the combination of the two is very powerful?

Especially when the two phantoms, one dragon and one phoenix, appeared, they had a destructive aura, as if there was no grass growing a hundred miles away, they were overbearing, powerful and terrifying.

He didn't know how powerful Shangqing, what they called God's Realm, was. But just because Yan Feng was hiding in the matouqin, he was almost no match. One could imagine how powerful those above-mentioned realms were.

One must know that Yan Feng is only at the tenth level of Yuqing, so what about the son at the seventeenth level?

Of course, the dragon and the phoenix might really be able to repel the opponent, but the key point is that when he used that move, it was not his own intention, but was led away by the sword of the gods.

Even Luo Qingcheng was controlled by this sword.

"Damn it, this sword is so cheap!" Zhang Yi couldn't help cursing loudly.

"..."

Luo Qingcheng was startled, and immediately rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I saved you and you still call it cheap."

"It didn't tell me how to use this trick."

"Didn't the ring spirit say that you need to master your Heavenly Punishment swordsmanship before you can practice it. I guess it wants you to see it, so it will be more motivated."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help being taken aback, when did this little girl have such a big brain?

He also let himself look at it to generate motivation, but he felt that the sword was bewitching himself, or controlling himself.

I don't know if the ring spirit knows Zhang Yi's mental activities and will be so angry that he will blow his beard and stare.

But obviously, the ring spirit who was sleeping didn't know, otherwise Zhang Yi would have asked him exactly how he could use the dragon and phoenix to sing together when the Tianzhu sword technique was not very successful.

"Yan Feng, you said it is very likely that the young master came down, right?" Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, and asked with a frown.

"Ok!"

"Then you said that the person who pretended to be me was sent by him?"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Yan Feng seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the voice came from Matouqin again: "How would I know, I have never seen that person."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Uh, yes!"

After a long time, Zhang Yicai put away the matouqin, and walked out of the living room with Luo Qingcheng.

"Zhang Shao..."

"What's the matter?" As soon as he walked out of the living room, the director of the cultural relics bureau hurried over.

"Young Master Wu!"

"Who is Young Master Wu?"

The director gave Zhang Yi a weird look, but he was relieved when he thought that Zhang Yi was not from this side, and said with a wry smile: "The son of the top leader in **** city!"

"Then, when he came, he came." Zhang Yi rolled his eyes and said angrily.

The director smiled wryly, maybe only this master would be so indifferent.

Immediately said: "Wu Shao came to see Matouqin."

"Huh?" Zhang Yi was startled, very puzzled: "Is he interested in matouqin?"

"Guess so!"

"Then you tell him that the matouqin was taken away by me."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he put his arms around Luo Qingcheng's slender waist and walked straight outside the Cultural Relics Bureau. He didn't care about Mr. Wu at all, and now he was thinking about how to deal with that young master.

After all, according to what Yan Feng said, the Mongolian people are in danger, and he must not let this person succeed.

When they walked downstairs, several figures stopped them.

Zhang Yi looked at the big men with thick backs, and then at a well-mannered young man behind them, he couldn't help frowning.

"You are Zhang Yi?"

"En!" Hearing Wu Junjie's words, Zhang Yi said lightly.

"They say you have the matouqin for yourself, hand it over now!" Wu Junjie said with a stern look at Zhang Yi.

"Why?" Zhang Yi said disdainfully.

"Huh?" Wu Junjie was taken aback for a moment, and then he sneered: "I, Wu Junjie, have never dared not give me what I want. If you don't want to die, you can hand it over, otherwise..."

"What do you want me to do?" Zhang Yi focused his cold eyes on Wu Junjie.

"Let you die here!" Wu Junjie said in a deep voice, and then cast a greedy glance at Luo Qingcheng: "As for your woman, leave it to me to take care of, I don't care about broken shoes, besides, I've never seen such beautiful broken shoes never seen it!"

"Hehe!" Zhang Yi's eyes were extremely dark like ten thousand years of dead wood, and he shot two cold eyes: "Who gave you the right to say this sentence?"

"No one dares not to give you what you want. It seems that you, the prince, are having a good time here."

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Wu Junjie was filled with arrogance: "It's good to know, if you are sensible, just hand over the matouqin obediently, otherwise, you will die!"