After leaving Hongnong Prefecture, Lord Zhang led his men from the Tianzhangsi to Lingchuan Prefecture as quickly as possible.

Zhang Jing’s own expectations for Lingchuan Mansion are very high.

The land of one mansion is enough to match several ordinary prefectures, and it can be ranked among the top among the twenty-seven prefectures of the Eastern Qi Dynasty.

There are few people in Dongqi who can match it.

Correspondingly, the resources are much stronger than ordinary sects.

The Tang Sect dominates Lingchuan Mansion and has eaten a lot of money. Now it is time to pay it back.

Zhang Jing was also counting on borrowing the resources of the Tang Sect to step into the seventh turn of the Golden Pill in one step.

When you reach this level, Lord Zhang's strength is equivalent to an ordinary peak Jindan powerhouse.

Zhang Jing did not act loudly, but did it lightly.

In order to avoid the Tang Sect from getting the news, they ran away directly.

Don’t shoot a gun, it’s the best way to enter the village quietly.

Lord Zhang was wearing a white dress, which seemed ordinary, but in fact he was handsome and handsome.

Zhang also followed him and served tea and water.

Wang Teng and Chen Bo on the table next to him were reluctant to replace him when they saw this scene.

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

Zhang is also Zhang Jing’s confidant, and they all know this.

It's hard for anyone to replace.

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

Feeling the thick aura of Zhang Ye's body, Zhang Jing nodded.

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

The same is true for Black Hawk.

Of course, most of this terrifying speed of practice is naturally attributed to the spiritual medicine.

"Young Master, how can I sit here with my grandparents and grandchildren?" The old man with gray hair and a rosy and shiny face brought a young woman over ten years old to the ground closer.

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

Although I was rushing to Lingchuan Mansion with all my strength, I sometimes stopped to repair it in the middle.

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

He understands his adult style of doing things and never likes anyone to disturb him while he is having a meal.

Thinking back then, when he was still a guest servant within the Shicun area, he saw his own adults' methods.

"Hehe..." The old man smiled, disregarded his concern, and sat directly opposite Zhang Jing.

Zhang Ye frowned and was about to take action, but was stopped by Zhang Jing's eyes.

It wasn't for some other reason, but Zhang Jing wanted to see what tricks this old guy wanted to play.

"Thank you, my son, my surname is Wang. This is my little granddaughter," the gray-white old man bowed with a smile.

"Senior has something to say, why not say it straight away," Zhang Jing glanced at the two people in front of him.

He could feel that these two people had no cultivation in their bodies.

But the walk is heavy and powerful, and the distance you walk is the same, which makes Lord Zhang a little surprised.

Moreover, there are so many people around me who are still vaguely led by myself.

Anyone with a little bit of vision will not come forward to provoke him.

Then, there is only one possibility.

These two people came for themselves.

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

The old man surnamed Wang smiled, showed a mysterious smile, and lowered his voice:

"To be honest, I'll see the light of the young master from afar. A true dragon dozens of feet tall is now entrenched on the young master's head. I was shocked for a moment, so I came to disturb me."

Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed, and his eyes moved slightly and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"How can you still look at photos with your old men?"

"I dare not say that I know the past and the future, but I still understand some tricks," the old man smiled.

The little girl sitting next to her curled her lips.

"I wonder what the old senior saw?" Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

"The real dragon entrees and the rays of light are everywhere in the sky. This is auspiciousness, but..." the old man hesitated.

"Just what?"

"It's just that the real dragon entrenched above the head is red all over, as if it's not sane."

Lord Zhang looked calmly on the old man, but a storm broke out in his heart.

Could it be that this old man is really a game of what kind of power in the world?

"So, according to my view, the young master will suffer a bloody disaster in the near future, and I happen to understand some martial arts and arts, 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 next to the old man stood up, ran to the boss who brought herbal tea, and took a few eggs and bowls.

"How to help?" Zhang Jing asked.

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. Just take the young master as his teacher. I will pass on all my knowledge to you. When the disaster passes, the young master will ride the wind and become a hero praised by everyone in the world." The old man smiled and turned into a solemn look.

"Hmph," Zhang Ye snorted coldly.

If it weren't for Zhang Jing's instructions, he would have driven these two guys away.

At this moment, he even offered to accept his elders as his disciple.

Is he worthy?

Zhang Jing gradually withdrew some of the guesses. It seems that the bigger possibility is just a ignorant of the world.

At the same time, Zhang Jing was also making fun of himself.

I am still too nervous.

Where did so many bigwigs in the world come from in this world? They even come specifically for him.

He is not the protagonist.

"No need, I never believe these false statements. The old senior has found the wrong person," Zhang Jing waved his hand.

The old man smiled and didn't care. The little girl beside him handed the egg over.

The old man reached out to take it, held the egg with his thumb and ring finger, and gently stroked it in front of him.

The egg in his hand suddenly rotated, and his index finger kept pulling.

The egg skin kept falling on the table, but in a flash.

The old man surnamed Wang only had a thin film left in the eggs in his hand.

"Young Master, please be careful. My grandfather peeled raw eggs," the little girl beside him said to Zhang Jing.

There seems to be a lot of pride between words.

The old man surnamed Wang smiled and gently poked the thin film open.

Suddenly, some blood...

Suddenly, the golden elixir was punched into the empty bowl.

The old man surnamed Wang shook the eggs in the bowl with a smile, and then drank them.

Zhang Jing's face was plain and she smiled in her heart:

"I thought it was his own egg?"

Such means are indeed extraordinary, and they control their own coordination very highly.

And there is no help from the slightest true energy.

However, if Zhang Jing doesn't use such a method, would he be able to go up and peel an egg for him when he fights in the future?

"Zhang Ye," Zhang Jing called out.

"Subordinate is here."

"Send this old senior away, these eggs are settled on the account," Zhang Jing waved his hand.

"Please," Zhang Ye looked at the old man in front of him and said lightly.

"Then I'll thank you, young master," the old man was not angry or angry, still smiling.
To be continued...