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 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 that 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 with 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 had been flying for an unknown amount of time. He was feeling a little tired and his breathing 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 on 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 Juggernaut!"
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 raised his head and looked over.
"Master Yang is indeed here, but he is in retreat and I can't contact him..."
Middle-aged humanity.
"Retreat?"
Realizing this, Hu Yiwei had a look of anxiety 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's okay to say anything..."
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 he has 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 weakened, can still be easily recognized and will never be 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 Hall..."
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, tell me 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 communication talisman, 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 the body is like a long sword out of the body, which will pierce the void and shuttle away at any time.
Dream Sword Master, Wang Mengya.
"Is there any news about him? But it's true..."
With red eyes, Meng 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 Master looked over hastily.
"... Madam, what I said is absolutely true and I would never dare to deceive you!"
Hu Yiwei hurriedly bowed and explained in detail what he had said before.
"It must be him..."
The delicate body shook a bit, 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 Child Hall, will you go?"
"Of course I want to go!"
The middle-aged man nodded.
"The family meeting is about to be held. As the head of the family is not here, are you not afraid that the ancestor will be angry?"
Dream Sword Saint Path.
"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 oppose me and become my enemy!"
With a big wave of his 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 whether 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 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 practicing in the Zhang family, so there is no need to worry. Just live here with peace of mind. I have already summoned you, and I will come to find you once you are out of confinement!"
"Thank you Sword Master!"
Hu Yiwei clasped his fists again.
"Um!"
Without further ado, the middle-aged man steps a little further.
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.
After flying for a short time, I saw a holy beast coming towards me.