Female President's Protector

"Qingcheng, you go out and stay in the car, I will guard the door."

When the two sides were at war, Zhang Yi whispered in Luo Qingcheng's ear.

This is a way he thought of on the spur of the moment, otherwise, once he confronts this middle-aged man, he will be unable to separate himself to protect her.

He didn't want anything to happen to Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng's heart felt blocked for a while, and her little nose felt a little sour.

Why is she so useless? He needs to worry about it in an emergency.

Eyes flushed, he walked out the door.

"Want to go?"

Seeing Luo Qingcheng stepping out, the middle-aged man roared angrily, and swiftly swept behind her.

Whoosh!

A cold light angrily shot out from Zhang Yi's hand.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he turned his body slightly to avoid Zhang Yi's attack.

Just when he was about to run towards the door, Zhang Yi's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Looking at Zhang Yi's cold golden fist, the middle-aged man's heart trembled, and he raised his fist to confront him.

boom!

The two fists faced each other, as if the sun and the moon were darkened, and the mountains and rivers faded, the entire abandoned factory seemed to tremble.

"You only have the late stage, how can you be so ridiculously strong?" The middle-aged man stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Although he said that he punched hastily, but the difference is not so exaggerated.

You must know that this guy is like a boulder, staying there motionless.

And the most exaggerated thing is that when I was fighting with him, an extremely domineering zhenqi poured into my body, which made my body abnormally disordered. The zhenqi at the dantian stayed there like a shrinking tortoise dare not come out.

Zhang Yi sneered: "Do you really think you are strong?"

"Impossible, how can it be possible to be invincible in a leapfrog battle in this world." The middle-aged man shook his head in disbelief.

If you let him know that Zhang Yi has been fighting the Pope for so long, who is comparable to China's ancient martial arts first level, I don't know what he will think.

Although Zhang Yi still lost in the end, it was an honorable defeat.

After all, the opponent is at the supernatural power level, and he is the late stage of the third level of innate.

The eyes of the middle-aged man seemed to be able to shoot fire, and he pointed at Zhang Yi angrily and said, "My god Yunbao Ye Jianren doesn't believe that you can really fly into the sky, and I will not be a human if I don't kill you today."

"Fuck, you bitch..." Zhang Yi had a burst of coke when he heard the name, and suddenly thought of something, and jokingly said, "Who is Ye Xinghun to you?"

"Huh?" Ye Jianren was slightly taken aback, and frowned: "Do you know our young master?"

"Since we know each other, I advise you to hand over Xuanyin's daughter obediently, or you won't be able to mess with my god Yunbao." Before Zhang Yi could speak, Ye Jianren continued.

"Hehe." Zhang Yi touched his nose habitually, shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "Hasn't Ye Xinghun's cultivation been abolished?"

"you……"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Ye Jianren was startled, his eyes widened: "You did it?"

Zhang Yi did not deny that although he did not abolish his cultivation, after all, he was handed over to Xiaoyu when he was in the Su Clan, but Xiaoyu was kind and only let Feng Zhengan abolish his cultivation.

"It seems that I don't want to kill you today." Ye Jianren stared at Zhang Yi, a haze flashed in his eyes!

Coincidentally, when the young master came home, no matter what the castle master asked, he didn't dare to tell the truth why he was abolished. Now it seems that the young master is afraid of the ghost doctor behind Zhang Yi.

"Who doesn't know how to brag, what a pity you can?" Zhang Yi said contemptuously, keeping his eyes on the young men in case they rushed out of the door suddenly.

"court death!"

Ye Jianren roared angrily, and suddenly his whole body exuded a black energy, which was very similar to Ling Yuntian's back then.

It's this evil skill again!

Zhang Yi cursed inwardly, and his vigorous figure immediately jumped in front of Ye Jianren.

"Humph!"

Ye Jianren snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his black fists constantly attacked Zhang Yi's chest.

Bang!

Bang!

They didn't know how many moves they fought against each other. It looked like they were evenly matched, but only Ye Jianren knew that the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

This guy is no less terrifying than the ancestor of Shenyun Castle. You must know that the ancestor is already a supernatural power, but Zhang Yi is almost comparable to the ancestor in terms of momentum and genuine domineering.

Especially every time he fights, his true energy will always slip into his body, and he will rampage there wantonly, so that he can't use his true energy at all.

"court death!"

During the battle, Zhang Yi found out that those young people wanted to sneak out of the door, and couldn't help being furious.

"Go to hell!" Seeing Zhang Yi's avatar, Ye Jianren thought it was a good opportunity, so he roared angrily, and slammed his black fist into Zhang Yi's head.

Zhang Yi stared coldly, at this time the three young men had already walked out of the door, anxious.

Turning his head slightly to avoid Ye Jianren's fist, his lips moved quickly.

After a while, he took out a phantom sword and slashed at Ye Jianren's neck.

Ye Jianren was frightened when he saw Zhang Yi throwing out the phantom sword, he was stunned for a moment, and he backed up a few steps in vain, almost being hit by Zhang Yi's phantom sword.

But at this moment, his heart seemed to be crushed by a heavy stone, almost suffocating.

He can actually condense his fingers into a sword?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, even the ancestors couldn't use it as flexibly as him.

After all, this is a phantom sword formed with true energy, and the true energy of a cultivator is limited, unless those with high realms, it is impossible to use it flexibly.

Ningzhichengjian can be used inexperienced at the sixth level of innate power, but it will be much more proficient at the first level of supernatural power.

But this young man in front of him, he can actually condense his fingers into a sword at the third level of congenital?

Involuntarily, Ye Jianren's face turned green and pale.

When Zhang Yi wanted to run out, Ye Jianren came back to his senses and sneered: "Your opponent is me."

"Fuck!"

Zhang Yi roared angrily, the Star Art was running crazily, and the golden-red light in his body seemed to be summoned, ready to move.

Bang!

The furious Zhang Yi maximized his potential, put away the phantom sword, gathered his true energy on his fist, and slammed it into Ye Jianren's chest.

Click!

Ye Jianren's breastbone cracked at the sound, and he spit out a mouthful of blood while lying on the ground, full of inconceivable.

I am the peak of the late stage of the third level of congenital, no matter what, I am a little more than Zhang Yi, but he defeated himself so quickly?

At the door, the three young people walked quickly to the taxi.

Seeing these three people, Luo Qingcheng's unchanging expression changed slightly. She was not afraid that something would happen to her, but she was worried about Zhang Yi. If these people can come out safely, is Zhang Yi injured?

At this time, her heart was in her throat, but she didn't realize that the car glass had been smashed.

"Smelly bitch, come out for me."