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In the underground conference room, there are eight people sitting on a huge conference table.

There are old and young, men and women, their eyes all fell on Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan's face was calm, sitting quietly opposite them, looking straight at everyone.

The air is quiet and terrible, there is a smell of gunpowder spreading, and the energy of various attributes is fluctuating, like several volcanoes, it seems that it will erupt in the next moment.

The strength of these people is terribly strong, and there are even strong gods among them.

This is enough to show that they attach great importance to Ye Zichuan, because they need deterrents and can respond if something unpleasant happens.

Ye Zichuan was most afraid of an ordinary young man.

He has white hair, like snow, without a trace of variegation.

Unlike the others, he just took a look at Ye Zichuan, then closed his eyes and sat there quietly without making a sound, as if he was asleep.

It was on him that Ye Zichuan felt a slight threat.

Because even the fragments of the godhead have a slight change.

"Does he have anything related to space?" Ye Zichuan made such a guess.

The air was quiet for a while, and suddenly someone made a noise.

"Humph!"

A soft snort sounded with disdain and a hint of mockery, breaking the silence.

Ye Zichuan's gaze fell on a young man, who had fiery red hair, like a flame burning.

In his eyes, Ye Zichuan saw two flaming flames, and he was staring at them as if they were in a volcano.

"This is the person you are looking for. There is no energy fluctuation in the body. At best, it is a little white face. You are sure that he killed Qing Song. You can't make a mistake?"

He looked at Ye Zichuan with contempt and doubts in his eyes.

He hadn't read Ye Zichuan's information, but was pulled over as a key combat power.

Therefore, his knowledge of Ye Zichuan was heard from others, and he didn't think he was so strong.

Ye Zichuan looked at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "If you want to die, you can try it!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere of the conference room suddenly changed.

With a bang, the red-haired young man's body burst into flames, the whole person descended like a fire god, and the temperature in the air suddenly increased.

"what did you say?"

He stared at Ye Zichuan, the flames were raging and fierce.

The others also looked at Ye Zichuan in amazement. They didn't expect him to be so tough. He didn't even mean to be soft or bow his head. Facing so many powerful people, there was no trace of fear.

"Little white face, do you have the ability to say it again?" The young man stood up, his body was blazing, and the hot temperature continued to rise, even the chair behind him melted.

"Sit down!"

A middle-aged man spoke. He kept an inch, he was tall and burly, with sword brows deep into his temples, and there was an aura of no anger and majesty between his brows.

The young man didn't care about him, just stared at Ye Zichuan: "Speak, why don't you talk? Persuaded? You just have the ability?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zichuan disappeared in place.

"Be careful!"

Someone shouted.

boom!

The entire underground meeting room shook violently, bursting into sky-high energy fluctuations.

The young man with flames burning all over clung to the wall, the whole wall was completely cracked, and most of the young man's body was sunk in.

He seemed to be pressed by an invisible barrier, resisting fiercely, but he seemed to be doing useless work, sinking into the wall bit by bit.

Ye Zichuan stood there, facing him with one hand, constantly exerting pressure on him, but with the other hand, he banged against another person.

The white-haired man who had been keeping his eyes closed was standing next to him, holding Ye Zichuan's wrist with one hand, and he just made the shot.

If it hadn't been for him to block Ye Zichuan, the man who looked like a Vulcan would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Ye Zichuan looked at the man with flames burning all over, and said lightly: "Just you, the igniting seedlings, save some birthday cake."

The young man's face flushed and roared like a beast, but he could not resist. He was pressed by Ye Zichuan and plunged into the wall.

Such humiliation is a bit big for him.

In the tenth department's rating, he is ranked ten!

And he is a fire ability, strong attack power, full of destruction, blazing, and the highest temperature can even reach 10,000 degrees.

But now, he didn't even touch the corner of Ye Zichuan's clothes, and he was pushed into the wall, with no resistance.

"Stop it."

The white-haired man looked at Ye Zichuan and said.

Ye Zichuan glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

This person actually blocked his own power of space, and the power of space seemed to have no effect on him. When it fell on him, it was like snowflakes falling into the water, directly melting and disappearing into the invisible.

"If there is another time, it won't be that simple." Ye Zichuan said, then let go of his hand.

He flashed back to his seat and sat down, even in the face of the guardian of Yan Huang and the bigwigs of the tenth department, he had no intention of giving in.

And this time, they also saw Ye Zichuan's attitude.

It is obviously impossible to suppress people with power, and Ye Zichuan obviously does not eat this set.

The Vulcan youth came down from the wall, clutched his chest and coughed violently. Several of his ribs had been broken. The severe pain did not make him sober, but made him more angry and flared.

He stared at Ye Zichuan, the flame in his eyes was still so blazing.

The white-haired man looked at him: "Don't cause trouble, today is not here to fight."

The red-haired young man looked at Ye Zichuan for a long time, and then reduced the flames on his body, went to a seat and sat down.

The white-haired man looked at Ye Zichuan with a sunny smile on his handsome face: "I have seen Mr. Ye's strength today, and his reputation is well-deserved."

"With each other, the tenth department and Yanhuang Guardian are also Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

There are eight people sitting here, four at level 9 and four at level ten!

In other words, there are four strong gods here.

And among the four powerhouses of the gods, there is the white-haired man.

Ye Zichuan even felt that he had surpassed the God Realm, maybe he was a monster of the level of the old Taoist priest of Qingcheng Mountain.

"It seems that Mr. Ye also knows a lot about us." The white-haired man was a little surprised.

He has read Ye Zichuan's information in detail. From Ye Zichuan's birth to the present, he has read all kinds of things.

Therefore, he knew that Ye Zichuan had an ability to obtain intelligence, which was stronger than the entire tenth department.

So Ye Zichuan knew that Yanhuang was guarding, he was not surprised.

"I can't talk about much, I don't know much, at least, I don't know how many members you have." Ye Zichuan said.

"Then I don't know what Mr. Ye thinks of us, what kind of evaluation does Yan Huang guard in your eyes?" The white-haired man asked strangely.