"Me?"

Zhang Hang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "How is this possible!"

He has tested it, and there is no Zhang family blood in his body, which means that he is not from the Zhang family at all.

Besides, if it was really the genius of the Zhang family, why didn't anyone come to him?

beat Zhang Chun, Zhang Feng and others, and no one noticed the abnormality?

What's more, the other party was born holy, and his own cultivation is so low, there is no comparison at all!

But...... What about high talent?

Dare to compete with him, he will definitely fight the other party, looking for teeth all over the ground!

"I also think it's impossible, but the demeanor between the eyebrows is indeed somewhat similar, of course, it may be too long, and some can't remember it......" Dumbfounded, Jian Qin Sheng shook his head.

A little genius, with such a talent, must be protected and cultivated in the strictest way, how could he be allowed to wander outside and become a casual cultivator?

Unless the Zhang family's brains are kicked by donkeys, it will never be possible.

Discussing with Jian Qinsheng on the back of the holy beast, a figure of the Zhang family, surrounded by clouds and mist, flew over quickly and landed outside the door.

"Master Yang sat down and asked to see the head of the Zhang family!"

handed over the name post, and the figure hugged his fist.

It's none other than Yang Shi's subordinates who have competed with Sun Qiang, the left envoy of the Poison Palace, and Hu Yiwei.

At this moment, he didn't know how long he had been flying continuously, and his whole person was a little tired, and his breath was a little unstable.

After leaving the Holy Son Temple, he did not go to find Master Yang, but came to Zhang's house, and after careful calculation, he had been flying in the air continuously for nearly a month.

"Wait a minute!"

The porter didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly retreated in, and walked out again after a short time: "Senior, please come here!"

"Hmm!"

Followed closely into the courtyard, and after a short time, came to a spacious room.

In the room, a middle-aged man sat on the main seat, with a tired face on his face, saw him coming, and stretched out his palm: "Brother Hu, long time no see, please sit!"

"I've seen the Juggernaut!"

Not daring to sit down, Hu Yi bowed around and hugged his fists.

Although he is a nine-star poison master and his cultivation is ridiculously high, he still doesn't dare to pretend to be big in front of the person in front of him.

Not to mention swordsmanship, strength alone is not something he can compete with.

"You're welcome!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"I'm here to inquire, where is our master, he separated from me half a year ago, and said that he wanted to come to Zhang's house, I don't know if I can be here?"

Hu Yiwei looked up.

"Master Yang is indeed here, but he is in retreat, and I can't contact ......."

Middle-aged humane.

"Retreat?"

Understanding, Hu Yiwei's face showed an anxious look, as if he had something to say, he wanted to say it, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"What's wrong? But it doesn't hurt to say it......"

Seeing his thoughts, the middle-aged man frowned and asked.

"That's right...... I found a genius in his twenties who had ...... inside It seems that there is a ...... that I once went down Congenital fetal poison!"

After a pause, Hu Yiwei gritted his teeth and said.

"You poisoned?"

Standing up suddenly, the middle-aged man's body kept trembling, and he couldn't believe it: "Are you sure?"

"My poisoning, although it has been so many years and has been worn out very weakly, can still be easily recognized, and it will never go wrong!"

Hu Yiwei nodded.

"What's his name, and where?"

Full of excitement, the middle-aged man hurriedly looked over, losing his previous composure, and his tone was a little hurried.

"His name is Zhang Hang, and he is now in the Temple of the Holy Son......"

Hu Yiwei said.

"Zhang Hang's name, although it is wrong, but the surname is Zhang ......"

frowned, and then the middle-aged man thought of something, full of excitement and excitement: "It must be him...... Absolutely, come and ask me to come and say I want to see ......."

commanded, but before he finished speaking, he stopped: "No need, I'll go over in person!"

As he spoke, he stepped down from his seat, took out a communication jade talisman, and passed an idea, and after a short time, a middle-aged woman flew over in a hurry.

Although he no longer looks young, his appearance and posture can be seen that when he was young, he was definitely a beauty, and he was no worse than Hu Yaoyao and others.

In particular, the aura on his body, like an out-of-body long sword, will pierce the void at any time and shuttle away.

Dream Sword Saint, Wang Mengya.

"Is there news of him? But really......"

His eyes were red, and the Dream Sword Saint looked at it, as if he was full of worry, for fear that his expectations would be empty again.

"Brother Hu said that he met a genius about twenty years old in the Holy Son Temple, and he had the fetal poison ...... he planted."

The middle-aged man pointed to the poison master in front of him.

The Dream Sword Saint hurriedly looked.

“...... Mrs. Hui, what I said below is true, and I will never dare to deceive!"

Hurriedly bowed down, Hu Yiwei said what he had said before, and said it in detail.

"It must be him......"

The delicate body shook for a moment, and the Dream Sword Saint's tears were about to flow out, and he hurriedly looked up at the husband in front of him: "I'm going to the Holy Son Temple, will you go?"

"Of course I want to go!"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"The family meeting is about to be held, and you, the head of the family, are not afraid that the ancestor will be angry?"

Dream Sword Saint Dao.

"We have paid enough for the family, and after looking for so many years, we finally have definite news, whoever doesn't let me go will be against me and my enemy!"

With a wave of his hand, the middle-aged man revealed a powerful aura.

Especially with a sword intent, it seems that it will rise to the sky at any time and soar into the sky.

"Yes, I've done enough for my family...... After so many years, I don't know if he is doing well, whether he is starving......"

Dream Sword Saint's tears dripped down.

"Let's go!"

Seeing his wife crying, the middle-aged man waved his hand.

Bang!

With a roar, a holy beast appeared in front of him, his body shook, and he landed on the beast's back, and the Dream Sword Saint followed closely.

"Brother Hu, I still hope not to tell anyone about what you just said, and in addition, I hope to keep the whereabouts of our husband and wife a secret!"

Standing on the back of the beast, the middle-aged man clenched his fists.

"Sword Saint, don't worry, I won't spread a word about this kind of thing!"

Hu Yiwei nodded hurriedly.

He knew that if he dared to leak it, he would definitely die on the spot, so he immediately agreed, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all.

"That's good, if the one you are talking about is really what we are looking for, the couple will be grateful in person when they come back......"

After a moment's swing, the middle-aged man looked over again: "In addition, Master Yang is cultivating in the Zhang family, don't worry at all, you can live here with peace of mind, I have already sent a message, and I will come to you once I get out of the customs!"

"Thank you, Juggernaut!"

Hu Yiwei clenched his fists again.

"Hmm!"

No more to say, a little bit at the feet of the middle-aged man.

Hula!

The holy beast under him immediately broke through the air and flew straight into the sky, which was in the direction of the Holy Son Temple.

After flying for a short time, I saw a holy beast coming towards me.

"It's Sword Qin Sheng's Cloud Light Holy Beast!"

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