Super Student's Three-realms Army

This woman was none other than —    

It was none other than the sexy Shao Mingzhu that he hadn't seen for a while last time, Shao Mingzhu.    

He was looking at Shao Mingzhu with a strange gaze.    

Zhang Xiaofann's mouth curved into a smile as he walked in silently.    

"Mr. Shao, who is this?"    

At this moment, at the end of the hall.    

Among them was a middle-aged man with a squarish face, Top of the List.    

"Mr. Zhou, this is Master Zhang."    

"This time, I am the one who invited you to accompany me to participate in this Treasure Convention."    

Shao Wenqiang's expression turned serious as he introduced the middle-aged man.    

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofann did not pay any attention to it.    

It was placed on top of the square-faced man sitting in the seat of honor.    

He placed it on the body of the old man who was sitting in the seat next to him.    

The old man was not tall at all.    

It was only about 1.72- 1.74m.    

Judging from his appearance, the old man should be seventy years old.    

However, the old man's temples bulged.    

His two arms were also unusually thick and sturdy.    

The arm that was exposed was covered in blood vessels as thick as a thumb!    

In addition, there was a thick layer of calluses on one of his hands.    

It was obvious that he was in this state.    

To appear on the body of an old man who was over the age of ten, it was clearly very abnormal!    

"It looks like …"    

"This, should be the person in charge of this Mr. Zhou tonight, right?"    

"His strength is not bad, he's an expert of Out-fight Fist."    

However, just as Zhang Xiaofann was making a preliminary assessment of the old man's strength.    

At this moment, he heard a voice from another person sitting on the armchair beside him.    

He suddenly sneered and said.    

"Shao Wenqiang, I think you're really getting worse and worse!"    

"You actually found a brat who's still wet behind the ears like this to help you suppress your Nine Dragons Gang?"    

"I'm afraid not, there's no one else on your Nine Dragons Gang, right?"    

"If you don't have anyone, what else can we talk about?"    

"Just be honest and give us your territory!"    

Shao Wenqiang's expression turned cold as he shouted.    

"Liu Yihu, this is Wuzhou, not yours!"    

"If you can't keep your mouth shut anymore, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of this room!"    

"Hahahaha!"    

The person called Liu Yihu was stunned hearing this.    

Then, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed.    

"Shao Wenqiang!"    

"In the end, did you give me the courage to speak like this in front of me?"    

"If so, then your master Luo Hongwu is here!"    

"I, Liu Yihu, without a second word, scram back to the Hangcheng!"    

With that, Liu Yihu shook his finger at Shao Wenhua in disdain.    

"But, Shao Wenqiang …"    

"Not yet!"    

Liu Yihu was the helper of Tiger Gang.    

Behind him stood a row of burly men in sunglasses and suits.    

From the other side, the shoulders and cuffs that held the suit up high.    

It was not hard to see.    

None of these people were ordinary people!    

He was also an elite fighter that was one in a thousand within the Tiger Gang!    

Beside Liu Yihu, there was another person who was also wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic.    

A ruddy old man.    

Compared to the old man in red.    

This Old Man of Chinese Tunic Suit, it was obvious that he was hiding his aura even more.    

At this moment, his eyes were half open and half closed, as though he was faking sleep.