"I?"
Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "How is this possible!"
He has tested it all, and there is no Zhang family blood in his body, which means that he is not from the Zhang family at all.
Besides, if the Zhang family is really a genius, why doesn’t anyone come to find him
Even after beating up Zhang Chun, Zhang Feng and others, no one noticed anything unusual
What's more, the other party was born a saint, and his own cultivation level was so low, there was no comparison at all!
But... so what if you have high talent
If you dare to argue with Ruoxi, he will definitely beat him up and leave you with teeth everywhere!
"I don't think it's possible, but the expressions between the eyebrows are indeed somewhat similar. Of course, it may have been too long and I can't remember them..." Jian Qinsheng laughed dumbly and shook his head.
A young genius with such talent must be protected and nurtured under the strictest care. How could he be allowed to wander outside and become a casual cultivator
Unless everyone in the Zhang family has their brains kicked by a donkey, it is absolutely impossible.
Discussing with Jian Qinsheng on the back of the holy beast, in the Zhang family surrounded by clouds and mist, a figure flew over quickly and landed outside the door.
"Master Yang sat down and asked Hu Yiwei to see the head of the Zhang family!"
Handing over the name card, the figure clasped his fists.
It was none other than Hu Yiwei, a servant of Master Yang who had competed with Sun Qiang and the left envoy of the Poison Palace.
At this moment, he didn't know how long he had been flying continuously. He was a little tired and his breath was a little unstable.
After leaving the Holy Child Hall, he did not go to find Master Yang, but came to the Zhang family. Calculating carefully, he had been flying continuously in the air for nearly a month.
"Hold on!"
The concierge did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly retreated in. After a while, he came out again: "Senior, please come this way!"
"Um!"
He followed closely behind and walked into the courtyard. After a short time, he came to a spacious room.
In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat with a tired look on his face. When he saw him coming, he stretched out his palm: "Brother Hu, long time no see, please sit down!"
"I've seen the Sword Master!"
Not daring to sit down, Hu Yiwei bowed and clasped his fists.
Even though he was a Nine-Star Poison Master and his cultivation level was ridiculously high, he still didn't dare to show off in front of the person in front of him.
Not to mention swordsmanship, just strength alone is not something he can compete with.
"You are welcome!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand.
"I came here to ask about the whereabouts of our master. He separated from me half a year ago and said he wanted to come to the Zhang family. I wonder if he can be here?"
Hu Yiwei looked up.
"Master Yang is indeed here, but he is in retreat and I can't contact him..."
Middle-aged humanity.
"Retreat?"
After realizing it, Hu Yiwei showed an anxious look on his face, as if he had something to say but didn't know whether he should say it or not.
"What's wrong? It doesn't matter what you say..."
Seeing what he was thinking, the middle-aged man frowned and asked.
"It's like this... I discovered a genius who is about twenty years old. In his body... it seems that there is... the innate fetal poison that I once administered!"
After a pause, Hu Yiwei gritted his teeth and said.
"Did you poison me?"
Standing up suddenly, the middle-aged man's body kept shaking, and he couldn't believe it: "Are you sure?"
"The poison I gave, even though it has been so many years and has been worn away to a very weak state, can still be easily recognized and will never go wrong!"
Hu Yiwei nodded.
"What's his name? Where is he?"
Full of excitement, the middle-aged man looked over hurriedly, losing his previous composure and speaking in a hurry.
"His name is Zhang Xuan, and he is currently in the Holy Child Palace..."
Hu Yiwei said.
"Zhang Xuan? Although the name is wrong, the surname is Zhang..."
He frowned, and then the middle-aged man thought of something, full of excitement and excitement: "It must be him... absolutely! Go and invite him over, and say I want to see..."
After giving the order, he stopped immediately before he finished speaking: "No, I'll go there myself!"
After saying that, he walked down from his seat, took out a jade talisman for communication, and sent a thought to it. Not long after, a middle-aged woman hurried over.
Although she no longer looks young, it can be seen from her appearance and figure that when she was young, she was definitely a beauty, no less beautiful than Hu Yaoyao and others.
Especially the aura on his body, like a long sword out of his body, will pierce the void and shuttle away at any time.
Dream Sword Saint, Wang Mengya.
"Is there any news about him? But really..."
With red eyes, Dream Sword Master looked over, seemingly worried, fearing that his full expectations would come to nothing again.
"Brother Hu said that he met a twenty-year-old genius in the Holy Child Palace, and he had the fetal poison he planted in his body..."
The middle-aged man pointed at the poison master in front of him and said.
Dream Sword Saint looked quickly.
"... Madam, what I said is absolutely true. I will never lie to you!"
Hu Yiwei hurriedly bowed and explained in detail what he had said before.
"It must be him..."
The delicate body swayed, and Meng Sword Master was about to burst into tears. He hurriedly raised his head and looked at her husband in front of her: "I want to go to the Holy Son Hall, will you go?"
"Of course I want to go!"
The middle-aged man nodded.
"The family meeting is about to be held. Your family leader is not here. Aren't you afraid that the ancestor will be angry?"
Dream Sword Saint Dao.
"We have paid enough for our family. After searching for so many years, we finally have the exact information. Anyone who doesn't let me pass will turn against me and become my enemy!"
With a wave of his big hand, the middle-aged man revealed a powerful aura.
Especially the sword intent seems to rise into the sky at any time and soar into the sky.
"Yes, he has paid enough for the family... After so many years, I don't know if he is living well or if he is hungry..."
Dream Sword Saint's tears fell down.
"Let's go!"
Seeing his wife crying, the middle-aged man waved his hand.
Boom!
There was a roar, and a holy beast appeared in front of him. His body swayed and landed on the beast's back. The Dream Sword Master followed closely.
"Brother Hu, I hope not to tell anyone about what you just said. In addition, I also hope that the whereabouts of our couple can be kept a secret!"
Standing on the back of the beast, the middle-aged man clasped his fists.
"Don't worry, Sword Master, I won't tell anyone about this kind of thing!"
Hu Yiwei nodded hurriedly.
He knew that if he really dared to leak it, he would die on the spot, so he immediately agreed without hesitation.
"That's good. If the person you mentioned is really the one we want to find, the couple will definitely be grateful in person when they come back..."
After posing for a while, the middle-aged man looked over again: "In addition, Master Yang is cultivating in the Zhang family, so there is no need to worry. Just stay here with peace of mind. I have already summoned you, and I will come to find you as soon as you are released from confinement!"
"Thank you Sword Master!"
Hu Yiwei clasped his fists again.
"Um!"
Without further ado, the middle-aged man stepped forward.
Hooray!
The holy beast under him immediately rose into the air and flew straight into the sky, right in the direction of the Holy Son Hall.
The flight didn't take long when I saw a holy beast coming towards me.
"It's Jian Qinsheng's Yunguang Holy Beast!"
Recognizing it, the middle-aged man frowned.