Female President's Protector

Hearing the old man's words, everyone's eyes widened, full of shock.

What did they hear?

The old man actually asked Zhang Yi what he wanted?

God, I must have heard wrong.

Immediately, Zhang Yi's conversation suddenly became cold, pointing to Ma Shali and said: "You might as well ask him how he treats Mr. Chen."

boom!

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Ma Shali's body trembled, his head was blank as if thunder had exploded, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled, showing the fear and uneasiness in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to escape from here, but his legs couldn't control them and kept shaking.

"If you don't investigate, then I will investigate!" Zhang Yi pouted and said, "But you all know my methods, so just don't blame me when the time comes."

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Elder Yang gave him a deep look, then smiled and said to Chen Guangming: "Comrade Chen Guangming, tell me about that battle."

"Yes!"

The dean who came halfway had already cleared the way for them and found a private ward for them to use.

After Chen Guangming, Mr. Yang and the four officers left, the field fell into silence for a while.

Everyone's eyes on Zhang Yi completely changed.

From Zhang Yi's words and Elder Yang's attitude, it can be seen that this young man's identity is extremely extraordinary.

Just kidding, if he was an ordinary person, his legs would go weak after seeing Old Yang, so how dare he speak like that.

Furthermore, haven't you seen Elder Yang's attitude?

He completely regarded Zhang Yi as his younger generation. Although Zhang Yi's words were a bit fierce, he didn't intend to blame him at all, but asked his opinion instead.

At this time, the eyes of everyone looking at Zhang Yi turned into admiration, while some people looked at Ma Shali and Wu Anguo with pity.

It turned out that Zhang Yi was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, but because of his prominent status, he despised the status of these people.

It turned out that these people's superior identities were not scum in the eyes of this Lord.

The expressions of Wu Anguo and Ma Shali seemed to be withdrawn, and they were both full of fear.

Wu Anguo might be better, but Mashali almost lost control.

He is just a businessman, and he offended Zhang Yi and Chen Guangming many times, but Wu Anguo did not.

He knew he was screwed.

This time it was not an iron plate, but a steel plate.

But who would have expected that Zhang Yi, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, would have such an astonishing identity.

That Young Master Wu, who he thought was superior, was so humble in front of Zhang Yi.

"This...this..."

Mashali's Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and he slowly came to Zhang Yi, wanting to say something, but he couldn't speak because it was stuck in his throat.

"Businessman, you should get it in a proper way. You don't need to say so much. Now you are out of my control!" Zhang Yi said indifferently.

"what?"

Zhang Yi ignored Mashali's exclamation, turned around and said to the vice principal, "Deputy principal, I'll take care of the children's affairs a bit more, please."

"Ah..." The vice president was startled, Zhang Yi suddenly changed the subject, Juan Ruo and the two made him exclaim, and then said: "No trouble, no trouble."

Zhang Yi nodded slowly, put his arms around Luo Qingcheng's waist, and left here under the complicated eyes of everyone.

He doesn't want to take care of the next thing, he believes that the higher-ups have their own arrangements.

He has more important things to do.

Just now, he faintly felt the breath of a cultivator.

In addition to the hermit who secretly protects Old Yang, there is also a third party's cultivation aura.

After walking out of the hospital, Zhang Yi stared coldly, raised his eyebrows lightly, and scanned the surroundings.

"What's the matter?" Luo Qingcheng frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement.

Xuanyuan Xiaohan and the others who followed Zhang Yi also looked at a loss, puzzled.

"It's him!"

At this moment, Yan Feng's words came from the matouqin.

Zhang Yi's heart trembled, and he asked, "Who?"

"Young master is really here!" Yan Feng said with trembling voice, fearing.

"Huh?" Zhang Yi was taken aback, his heart trembling slightly.

And hearing Yan Feng's words, worry was written on Luo Qingcheng's beautiful face, and worry flickered in her eyes.

"Are you sure it's him?"

Yan Feng replied immediately: "That's right, it's the aura of Wushuang Jue, and it's at the level of Yuqing's seventeenth level. It's definitely a young master!"

Zhang Yi smiled wryly upon hearing this.

I have never seen the son Yan Feng mentioned all the time, and more importantly, I don't even know his name.

Of course, this is because I didn't ask Yan Feng.

"Could he be Po Jun?" Zhang Yi murmured to himself.

"no!"

Hearing Yan Feng's firm words, Zhang Yi couldn't help being stunned, and asked puzzledly, "Do you know Pojun?"

"In the mainland of China, there were also people talking about killing the wolf three stars."

"Greedy wolves, treacherous and deceitful people, use small tricks to shake up the sky, thousands of troops and horses will be turned into vain, use strategy instead of fighting, and use one as a hundred!" At this point, Yan Feng paused, and continued: "Seven Kill the thief who disturbed the world, lead the three armies to rule the roost, and it is rumored that in the first battle, all gods will worry, the bones will be wiped out, and success will be achieved!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help being stunned for a while, and asked puzzledly, "What about Pojun?"

"A general who crosses the world, with a cold-bladed knife, the light is chaotic, and he charges fiercely to break through the enemy's attack. Once he enters the battlefield, why should he want to return!"

"Is this all from your side?" Zhang Yi asked dumbly.

"That's right, although I don't know who the three stars of Shapolang are, but the young master is definitely not the Pojun you mentioned." Yan Feng said seriously.

"..."

Zhang Yi was speechless, but Xuanyuan Xiaohan and the others were even worse.

From their point of view, Zhang Yi was talking to himself alone, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

But thinking about it now, it seems that what the Chinese side said should be right. Tanlang really likes to use tricks, no matter whether it is conspiracy or conspiracy, he can handle it with ease.

And the Seven Kills, the so-called commanding the three armies, should be the Mausoleum of Bliss, right?

But Pojun, since he is a general, why should he join Tanlang and the others?

And there is a key word in Yan Feng's words, cold blade!

Since the Shenzhou Continent is so powerful, does it mean that their rumors are probably correct, and the weapon that breaks the army is the cold blade?

He knew Tanlang's weapon was a dagger, but it seemed that he hadn't seen Qikill's weapon so far.

If Po Jun really came down to find Tanlang and Qisha, how should he defend himself?

Zhang Yi smiled wryly, his scalp tingling for a while.

For the first time since he was so old, he felt tricky.

Now Tanlang and Qisha are both missing, Pojun is coming down again, and his master has been brought to the mainland of China again, which makes him feel bitter.

Originally thought that as long as he practiced hard, he could eradicate all the three stars of Shapolang, and then he would be able to retire.

As everyone knows, now is the possibility of being killed all the time.

You must know that Pojun is at the seventeenth level of Yuqing, which is equivalent to the realm of Taoist ancestors. The worst thing is that the last Xuanwu map is still in his hands!