With Qiao Hao's roar, his angry punch hit Yi Tian, but unexpectedly, his arm was grabbed by a person behind him.

Qiao Hao couldn't pull away the arm that was grabbed by someone, so he suddenly turned around and yelled at the person behind him: "Who, who actually stopped Lao Tzu, I can explain that no one can stop me today, I ......"

Speaking of this, Qiao Hao was stunned.

Because he suddenly realized that the person holding his hand was an old man in a long robe, who seemed to be a high-ranking man. And behind this master, there were several black-clothed people in suits and leather shoes, each with no expression on their faces, extremely cold, and they looked like the type that was not easy to mess with.

"Are you ......," Qiao Hao asked with a little surprise.

The long-robed old man at the head put down his hand, a sneering smile appeared on his face, and he smiled slightly: "One of the deacons of Baihong Pharmaceutical Group, Zhang Yangren. ”

Hearing this, a few surprised expressions flashed on Qiao Hao's face: "Are you from Baihong Pharmaceutical?"

Qiao Hao, as the son of Yunhai Hospital, naturally knows the three major heads in the medical field in Yunhai City, Baihong Pharmaceutical, Qingyun Group and his own Yunhai Hospital.

But he couldn't understand why the people from Baihong Pharmaceutical appeared in this restaurant, and they also prevented themselves from hitting Yi Tian?

I could only hear the robed old man named Zhang Yangren continue: "Gongzi Qiao, forgive me for my behavior is a little presumptuous, I just see that this person is a little familiar, can Gongzi Qiao hand over this person to me?"

"What! You mean to let me let him go?" I ......" Qiao Hao obviously disagreed, and was extremely angry at Zhang Yangren's way of speaking, but then his words were interrupted by Zhang Yangren's cold snort.

"Hmm, isn't it okay, Gongzi Qiao?" When Zhang Yangren cross-examined coldly, the black-clothed people behind him all stood a step forward, each glaring at Qiao Hao condescendingly.

This kind of scene made Qiao Hao stunned.

In front of these burly black-clothed people, Qiao Hao abandoned his reputation as the son of Yunhai Hospital, and after a pause, he pointed at Yi Tian and said viciously: "You kid wait for me, I won't let you go!"

After speaking, Qiao Hao strode away with a big stride.

When Wang Xuecheng and his group saw Qiao Hao leaving, they didn't go, they didn't stay, so they had to leave sneakily.

Yi Tian didn't care about Qiao Hao and Wang Xuecheng, but after glancing at Qiao Hao's departing back, he set his eyes on Zhang Yangren, who claimed to be one of the deacons of Baihong Pharmaceutical.

When he heard Zhang Yangren introduce himself, Yi Tian remembered Zhang Liuren, who claimed to be an elder of Baihong Valley, who he had met in the Qingming Mountain Valley.

Yi Tian felt that there must be some relationship between Zhang Liu and Zhang Yangren, and Baihong Valley and Baihong Pharmaceutical may not just be a coincidence in name, but also have some qualitative connection within them.

Sure enough, when Qiao Hao left, Zhang Yangren turned around and respectfully bowed his hand to Yi Tian: "Mr. Yi, I have admired my name for a long time, and when I see him today, don't come unharmed." ”

Yi Tian stared slightly: "Who are you and how do you know me?"

Zhang Yangren replied: "Zhang Yangren in the Lower Baihong Valley, I had seen Mr. Yi's heroic appearance in the Qingming Mountain Valley earlier, and I was also eating in this restaurant, because I sensed the breath on Mr. Yi's body, so I recognized Your Excellency. ”

"Oh...... According to what you said......" Yi Tian nodded suddenly in realization, then locked his gaze coldly on Zhang Yangren, and said in a deep voice: "Are you also here for a certain purpose?"

Zhang Yangren's eyes narrowed: "Mr. Yi, what do you mean by this?"

Yi Tian looked like an old god was there, sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and said meaningfully: "Just in the morning, the people from Hanmen came to look for me, what do you think they came to me for?"

Zhang Yangren understood what Yi Tian meant, and immediately stared at his eyes and said in a nervous tone: "So...... Did Mr. Yi promise them?"

"Of course not. ”

"Mr. Yi is so ......"

As soon as Yi Tian finished speaking, Zhang Yangren wanted to say something, and Yi Tian immediately continued: "But I promised that they would not help other sects, Mr. Zhang Yangren is a person from Baihong Valley, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yangren paused, his eyes narrowed into the shape of a blade and stared at Yi Tian. After a while, he replied, "Mr. Yi mean, won't you go to that conference in a few days?"

"There are so many people that I don't want to talk too much. Yi Tian said lightly: "But since I promised others, I naturally won't help other sects at the conference, so please rest assured Mr. Zhang, and at the same time, please give up the thoughts in your heart at the moment." ”

Then Yi Tian added: "If there is nothing else, Mr. Zhang, please go back, as for Qiao Hao's matter, I, Yi Tian, have thanked Mr. Zhang for his help here." ”

As he spoke, Yi Tiangong bowed his hand respectfully to show his gratitude.

"Okay, Mr. Yi is really a young man, I Zhang Yangren admires your rashness, but I still hope that Mr. Yi can set an example for your words, don't have an accident at the conference. Let's go!"

After Zhang Yangren finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and turned around and walked back, and the group of black-clothed people behind him also left.

Although Zhang Yangren's face seemed calm, there was a cold anger hidden in the depths of his eyes.

It is conceivable that he was also dissatisfied with Yi Tian's words.

To be precise, he didn't quite believe that Yi Tian, a young man who was just starting out, would not be interested in the Guwu Conference.

After Zhang Yangren and the others left, Yi Tian said to Chu Yueyue, who was stunned on the side, and said, "How are you, aren't you scared?"

What are you kidding, Chu Yueyue has already begun to re-examine Yi Tian.

Although the conversation between Yi Tian and Zhang Yangren made Chu Yueyue confused, she also felt from the conversation that Yi Tian was not a simple person, and he was probably still a figure in high society.

"I'm fine, but it's you ......" Chu Yueyue said, holding doubts and wanting to ask Yi Tian's identity, but at this moment, Yi Tian's mobile phone rang.

"Hey, who is it?" Yi Tian picked up the phone and listened, his expression was indifferent, but after hearing the human voice coming from the earpiece of the mobile phone, Yi Tian suddenly froze his eyes.

"Yi Tian, where are you now, can you come to the hospital?"

Yi Tian could hear that it was Qiao Deshan, the director of Yunhai Hospital, who called.

After a pause, Yi Tian thought that Qiao Deshan wanted to talk about Qiao Hao, so he said bluntly: "Dean Qiao, the injury on Qiao Hao's face was caused by me, just say what you want to say directly in your mobile phone." ”

But who knows, Qiao Deshan heard Yi Tian's words, but said cautiously: "Yi Tian, I want to tell you that this is not the case......