Female President's Protector

In such a large spatial field, Zhang Yi couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw the courtyard in front of him that was almost thousands of square meters in size.

"What is grandeur, this is grandeur." Zhang Yi looked at the maroon plaque, on which was written the three characters of Shengzun Hall.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Huang Biao and Bao Bei nodded desperately.

Especially Huang Biao, who was completely shocked from ear to ear.

In comparison, he felt that Hongmeng was pitifully small.

"Follow closely, don't get lost." Old Man Mo said with a half-smile.

Zhang Yi was startled, and gave him an angry look.

Is this old man bragging about his greatness in disguise?

But he didn't say anything, he glanced around, secretly speechless.

The aura of the strong man swept across the entire courtyard. The courtyard alone was over a thousand square meters, and many disciples were playing in the courtyard.

What shocked Zhang Yi was that there were more than 50 young people in the yard, at least, they were all at the late stage of Yuqing, and the lowest one was at the twelfth level of Yuqing.

"The tenth-level sect is really extraordinary." Zhang Yi muttered to himself.

"Of course, otherwise, how would we rank above other families?"

"..."

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and before he could speak, he found that the disciples looked at the three of them very strangely.

"Elder Mo..."

"Elder Mo..."

Many disciples gathered around and shouted respectfully.

Zhang Yi was taken aback for a moment, isn't this old man a Dharma protector?

How did you become an elder?

But old man Mo didn't mean to explain, he nodded and smiled at his disciples: "Is the Palace Master there?"

"Discuss things with other patriarchs in the main hall!"

"Well, that's fine, you go play separately." Old Man Mo said slowly.

"Yes!"

More than 50 disciples looked at Zhang Yi inexplicably, and left one after another.

"The disciples of the Martial School are good, and the elders let them play." Zhang Yi said playfully.

Old Man Mo shook his head lightly: "The more tense the war is, the more we must combine work and rest. You must also know that our cultivation is cultivated in the magic weapon."

"After they finish their cultivation, they must come out to play, otherwise they will go crazy if they are suppressed for too long."

Hearing old man Mo's words, Zhang Yi nodded slowly.

Indeed, I also told the people of the Demon God in the same way, whether it is the people of the Temple of Killing God or the people of the Temple of Death, they all need to work and rest, and I and Sanniang never put too much pressure on them.

If the Demon God wants to have a higher status, it depends on his own efforts and self-consciousness. The Demon God's high-level will never force anyone.

And Bao Bei and Huang Biao nodded as if they had benefited a lot.

In their view, this point is really worth learning.

Especially Bao Bei, who manages the entire Inner Mongolia National Security system.

Over the years, because the number of practitioners has gradually increased, he is a little bit powerless.

At the beginning, he himself reacted to Chief Zhang Guoxing, because too many practitioners in Guoan would affect the leadership.

But the chief sent him back with one sentence, saying that in order to convince the public, not only must rely on one's own strength, but also benevolence is needed.

Zhang Yi and the others followed old man Mo all the time, and after walking through a tree-lined path, a resplendent and magnificent palace appeared in front of them.

There are two large characters written on the plaque, the main hall.

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows lightly.

He clearly felt a venomous gaze staring at him from behind.

When he turned around, he saw no one.

"What's the matter?" Old Man Mo asked puzzledly when he discovered Zhang Yi's vision.

Zhang Yi shook his head and smiled: "Maybe I'm sensitive, it's okay."

"Don't worry, no one here dares to be your enemy."

"That's fine." Zhang Yi said with a curl of his lips.

As soon as they entered the entrance of the main hall, an overwhelming aura rushed into the hearts of the three of them in an instant, making them involuntarily tighten their bodies and stare ahead.

In the main hall, a [-]-something sixty-year-old man was sitting on the first seat.

On both sides are the rest of the old people sitting.

If I guessed right, it should be someone from other sects of the family.

Seeing old man Mo appearing in the main hall with several young people, the dozen or so old people were startled and full of suspicion.

Everyone knew that they were discussing matters, how could old man Mo bring a few young people in at this time?

"Old Mo, what are you?" the leader asked in puzzlement.

Old man Mo pondered for a moment, seemed to be phrasing, and finally said with a smile: "Second brother, this young man may have a way to solve that devil's matter."

"Oh?"

The old man in the lead stared at Zhang Yi deeply.

Immediately, he frowned and said, "I said brother, you are not guarding outside the tower, but you are here to make a joke with me?"

Except for the ancestors, even the elders and hall masters of their several sects are helpless. How can a mere person in the Jade Qing realm have a solution?

It's simply a fantasy.

"I'm not joking, I believe he really has a way, am I right?" The last sentence was obviously addressed to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and smiled bitterly.

The lord of the hall of holy honor is old man Mo's younger brother.

But how could he have imagined that old man Mo had tricked himself.

Just kidding, I am now in the realm of Yuqing, how could I be the opponent of that devil.

You must know that this devil had reached the realm of Taiqing hundreds of years ago.

That is Taiqing, not Yuqing.

With such a powerful demon, how could he possibly defeat him?

Now I can't even beat the broken army, let alone deal with No.1 in the mainland of China hundreds of years ago.

Although he seemed to have killed the devil, after all, he was the one who killed Qinglong and the others, and sucked all the blood of Palace Master Yuyan to reach the realm of Taiqing.

Now, no matter how I say it, I have almost settled the identity of Xuanwu, and no matter how I say it, I need to avenge Qinglong and the others.

"I don't know what to call this little brother?" Mo Yuan stared at Zhang Yi and asked.

"Zhang Yi!"

"Zhang Yi?"

"You are Zhang Yi?" Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Mo Yuan was startled for a while, but one of the old men asked in surprise.

Zhang Yi nodded blankly: "That's right."

"Elder Wei, do you know him?" Mo Yuan asked with a frown.

The Elder Wei shook his head: "No, but now his name is well-known in our mainland China."

"How do you say that?" Mo Yuan asked.

Immediately, everyone, including old man Mo and Zhang Yi, also looked at Elder Wei curiously.

Zhang Yi, in particular, seemed to have thought of something, with a bit of sadness flickering between his brows.

"Maybe you haven't noticed the situation of those clans below, but I got a piece of news by accident. Zhang Yi is being hunted down by people from many clans."