Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 449 There is a weird old man (seeking subscription)

  After setting off from Hongnong Mansion, Mr. Zhang led his staff from the Sky Survey Division to Lingchuan Mansion as quickly as possible.

  For Lingchuan Mansion, Zhang Jing has great expectations.

  The land of one prefecture is enough to be worth several ordinary prefectures, and it can be ranked in the forefront among the twenty-seven prefectures of the Eastern Qi Dynasty.

   Few people in Dongqi can match it.

   Correspondingly, the resources are much stronger than the average sect.

  The Tang Sect dominates the Lingchuan Mansion and eats a lot of food, and now it's time to pay it back.

  Zhang Jing is still counting on borrowing the resources of the Tang Sect to step into the seventh rank of Jindan in one step.

  At this stage, Lord Yizhang's strength is equivalent to that of an ordinary Golden Core peak powerhouse.

  Zhang Jing did not act with much fanfare, but acted lightly.

   In case Tangmen got the news, he ran away.

   Don't shoot a gun, quietly entering the village is the kingly way.

  Master Zhang is dressed in white, seemingly ordinary, but in fact he is handsome and handsome.

  Zhang also followed him, serving tea and water.

  Wang Teng and Chen Bo on the table next to them saw this scene and wanted to replace it.

  However, they only dared to think so, and their expressions were still very flat.

   Zhang is also Zhang Jing's confidant, which they all know.

  It is difficult to replace anyone.

   All they can do is build a good relationship with Zhang Ye and Black Hawk.

  Feeling the strong aura on Zhang Ye, Zhang Jing nodded.

  With the accumulation of a large amount of resources and Zhang Ye's own efforts, Zhang Ye is now only one step away from the first-class realm.

  The same goes for the Blackhawks.

  Of course, such a terrifying speed of practice is naturally mostly due to the elixir.

   "Young master, how about my grandparent and grandson sitting here?" The old man with a gray beard and a ruddy complexion brought a young woman in her teens closer.

   This is a tea stall in a small town, and the rest of Zhang Jing's staff are scattered around.

  Although he was rushing to Lingchuan Mansion with all his strength, he would sometimes stop on the way to refresh himself.

   "My son Xijing, you two should go somewhere else," Zhang also said directly before the two sat down.

  He understands the way his grown-ups do things, and he never likes to be disturbed when he is eating.

  Thinking back then, when he was still working as an inn boy within the stone village, he had seen his master's methods.

   "Hehe." The old man chuckled and sat down directly opposite Zhang Jing.

   Zhang Ye frowned and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Zhang Jing's eyes.

   It's not any other reason, but Zhang Jing wants to see what tricks this old guy is trying to play.

   "Forgive me, my lord, this old man's surname is Wang, and this is my little granddaughter," the gray-white old man cupped his hands with a smile.

   "Senior, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly," Zhang Jing glanced at the two people in front of him.

  He could feel that these two people didn't have the slightest cultivation base on them.

   But the walking is thick and powerful, and the distance traveled by each step is the same, which has to make Mr. Zhang a little surprised.

   Moreover, there are so many people around me, but they are still vaguely headed by me.

  As long as there is a little discernment, people will not step forward to provoke themselves.

   Then, there is only one possibility.

   These two people came for themselves.

   I just don’t know if these two are hiding their cultivation, or if they are really just two ordinary people who want to drink a bowl of herbal tea.

  The old man surnamed Wang chuckled, showing a mysterious smile, and lowered his voice:

"To tell you the truth, my lord, from a long distance away, I saw that my lord's body was full of rays of light, and a real dragon with the size of several tens of feet was entrenched on my lord's head at this moment. I was terrified for a moment, that's why I came to disturb you. "

   Zhang Jing's eyes froze, and his eyes moved slightly, wondering what he was thinking about.

   "The old man still reads photos?"

   "I dare not say that I know the past and the future, but I still know some alchemy," the old man chuckled.

  The little girl sitting beside her pouted.

   "Then I don't know what the old man saw?" Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

   "The real dragon is entrenched, and the sky is filled with rays of light. This is auspicious, but..." the old man hesitated.

   "Just what?"

   "It's just that the whole body of the real dragon entrenched above its head is red, as if it has no mind."

  Master Zhang put his eyes on the old man with a flat face, but a storm arose in his heart.

  Could it be that this old man is really some kind of game player or something in the world?

   "So, according to the old man's opinion, the young master will have a **** disaster in the near future, and the old man happens to know some martial arts and alchemy, which can help the young master overcome this difficulty."

  The old man surnamed Wang gently stroked his beard with his palm, without seeing the deep meaning in Zhang Jing's eyes at all.

   At this moment, the little girl beside the old man stood up, ran to the boss who was serving herbal tea, and took some eggs and a bowl.

   "How can I help?" Zhang Jing asked.

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult, as long as the young master worships the old man as his teacher, the old man will pass on all the knowledge he has learned to you. When the catastrophe is over, the young master will be able to ride the wind and become a great hero praised by everyone in the world." ," the old man withdrew his smile and turned into a solemn expression.

   "Hmph," Zhang Ye snorted coldly.

   Had it not been for Zhang Jing's gesture, he would have driven these two guys away long ago.

  At this moment, he even brazenly proposed to accept his own adult as a disciple.

  Is he worthy?

   Zhang Jing gradually withdrew some conjectures. It seems that this is more likely to be just a charlatan who knows nothing about his heights and depths.

  At the same time, Zhang Jing was secretly teasing herself.

  I am still too nervous.

  Where in this world are there so many bigwigs in the game world, and they come here specifically for him.

  He is not the protagonist.

   "No need, I never believe these false claims, the old man found the wrong person," Zhang Jing waved his hand.

  The old man chuckled and didn't take it seriously, and the little girl beside him passed the egg over.

  The old man reached out to take it, held the egg with his thumb and ring finger, and swiped lightly in front of his eyes.

  The egg in his hand suddenly spun, and at the same time, he kept tapping his index finger.

  Egg skins kept falling on the table, but only in a flash.

  The egg in the hands of the old man surnamed Wang left only a thin film.

   "My lord, take care, my grandfather peeled raw eggs," the little girl next to him said to Zhang Jing.

  The words seem to be very proud.

  The old man surnamed Wang smiled, and gently opened the thin film.

  Suddenly, some blood

  Suddenly, Jin Dan was thrown into the empty bowl.

  The old man surnamed Wang shook the egg in the bowl with a smile on his face, and then drank it.

  Zhang Jing's face was flat, and he laughed in his heart:

   "I thought it was his own egg that was peeled?"

   Such a method is indeed extraordinary, controlling its own coordination to a very high level.

   And without a trace of true energy to assist.

  However, Zhang Jing can't use such a method. Could it be possible to go up and peel an egg for someone when they fight in the future?

   "Zhang Ye," Zhang Jing called out.

   "The subordinate is here."

   "Send this old man away, and these eggs will be counted," Zhang Jing waved his hand.

   "Please," Zhang Ye said calmly, looking at the old man in front of him.

   "Then thank you, young master," the old man was neither angry nor angry, still smiling.

   Beat a few more raw eggs, poured them into a bowl, then picked up the bowl and tasted it lightly, then gave it to the little girl beside him.

  The little girl followed behind the old man obediently, without any movement, but her mouth kept moving, drinking the raw egg like she was enjoying it.

   "Wow woof"

  The **** dog suddenly sprang out, aiming at the little girl behind the old man.

  Zhang Ye's face was slightly cold, and he threw out his leg, directly throwing the black dog more than ten meters away.

   "woof"

  The black dog fell to the ground with a small voice, as if he couldn't stand up anymore.

   Zhang Ye kicked the dog half to death.

   "Who, who dares to mess with my old lady's dog?"

  A fat middle-aged woman in a gorgeous dress, wearing gold and silver, screamed.

  In an instant, the eyes of half of the street were focused on this place.

   "Madam, it was your dog who jumped at the old granddaughter first," the old man surnamed Wang argued.

   "Can your granddaughter compare to my dog? My dog ​​is worth more than your granddaughter. Today I will teach you how to behave. If you dare to mess with my mother's dog, I will kill your granddaughter."

  The fat middle-aged woman howled.

   "You woman is simply unreasonable. Could it be that a human life is worth less than a dog?" The old man surnamed Wang said angrily.

   "Isn't it just one life? My mother has plenty of money. Four or five Huifu banquets in this city are all my mother's. I can afford to pay 10,000 taels of silver."

  The fat middle-aged woman said arrogantly.

"you"

   "Come on, grab that little girl and sell her to a brothel," the fat woman knelt down to pet the half-dead black dog, and shouted at the servants beside her.

   This **** dog was her playmate, strong and strong, but now he was beaten to death by the person in front of him.

  How can she not be angry?

  Zhang also turned his gaze to Zhang Jing, waiting for him to give an order.

   "You" the old man hurriedly protected the little girl behind him.

   "Don't be too ruthless, just kill her all over the house. In addition, I stewed this dog. It happens that I haven't eaten dog meat for a long time," Zhang Jing said lightly, taking a sip of herbal tea.

"Yes."

  Zhang also nodded and twisted his neck a little.

   "Swish Swish Swish!"

  Many ordinary military guards sitting on the table next to them drew out their long knives and stepped forward to help.

  Zhang is also a close friend of the adult. If he can build a relationship through this matter, it will really be a pie in the sky.

  The old man surnamed Wang squinted his eyes, and instead of turning his head, he hugged his granddaughter and shivered, because Zhang Jing could easily see the clues in that way.

"kill!!"

   "You guys, who are you? Do you know who I am? If you dare to block my good deeds, I will kill you all," the fat woman threatened.

   "Poof."

  Zhang also stabbed the woman's chest with a knife expressionlessly.

  After those people got rid of the proprietress, they directly arrested a leader, and the soldiers split up, planning to kill the woman's family.

  Master Zhang looked at the killing in front of him calmly, but he was thinking about the identity of the old man in his heart.

   It might be weird, but I can't see anything.

   Say it’s not weird, but for some reason, he feels something is wrong.

  (end of this chapter)