I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 32 I Can Hit Ten

House in the county government office.

West Wing.

Wu Fan sat in the guest room with a frosty face.

"Master Ye hasn't come back yet?"

Wu Fan asked.

"Report to the son, since today's Maoshi, the son has arranged for him to capture that Zhang San, and he has not come back until now."

A Xuanjia guard reported.

"Master Ye's sixth-rank cultivation is more than enough to capture a seventh-rank martial artist logically."

"Even if you can't catch it, you won't be unable to escape."

Wu Fan thought about it.

As we all know, although martial arts are physically strong, martial arts below the first rank cannot fly in the air.

So speed is Wufu's shortcoming.

Immortal Master Ye fought against the sky and was already invincible.

"Hey, that old pervert, won't he go to another hook after he wins?"

The other Xuanjia guard seemed to have thought of something, with a wretched smile on his face.

Everyone knew that Immortal Master Ye was also a frequent visitor to Goulan.

Wu Fan shook his head and said, "Probably not, even if we go to Goulan, Immortal Master Ye will send me a message."

"I'll try sending him a message."

Wu Fan took out a mutton fat jade pendant from his bosom, poured real energy into it, and a message had already been entered into it.

After ten breaths, Yu Pei didn't respond, and Wu Fan's face turned even darker.

"As far as I know, Immortal Master Ye set up an ambush at Shuangru Mountain, [-] miles outside Qianxian County. Guard Su, please make a trip to see the situation."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

A guard of Xuanjia took the order and left, walked out of the hall, and soon came to the county government office.

Just in time, I saw an eight-foot-tall black-faced strong man and a handsome white-clothed boy walking together from outside the county government office.

"What a strange partner."

The Xuanjia guard glanced at the two people who were in great contrast, walked past them, and hurried out of the city.

Guessing that the Xuanjia guards were about to leave the city, Zhang San suddenly lost his legs and almost fell to the ground.

"A powerful evil spirit, at least the strength of the fifth rank of martial arts."

Zhang San was supported by He Pingan, but his speech was still trembling.

"No, it's the fourth grade of martial arts."

He Pingan corrected with a calm face.

"Fourth Grade of Martial Arts?"

"Since when did Qian County have such a master?"

Zhang San was shocked, and then a wave of despair completely enveloped him.

The fourth rank of martial arts is only one step away from entering the realm of the upper third rank.

It is not an exaggeration to say that for a level [-] martial artist like Zhang San, the guard just now could stab him to death with a single finger.

In the former Qian County, Shen County Magistrate Confucianism and Taoism Eighth Rank was already the top combat force in Qian County.

The headhunters under his command are only at the ninth rank of martial arts.

The strongest person stationed in the Changsheng Palace guard station in Qian County is only a rank eight cultivation base.

It was inevitable that Zhang San would be shocked by the sudden appearance of a fourth-rank martial artist.

"This person is wearing Xuanjia, and judging from the decorations on it, he doesn't look like a local officer and soldier in Qian County."

"It should be from Xuanyang City."

He Pingan analyzed rationally and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Huh, that's fine."

"This person should have gone back. There should be no masters in this county government."

Zhang San let out a long breath with a relaxed expression on his face.

"No, there is also a fourth-rank martial artist inside."

He Ping'an looked at the county government house from a distance, and there was a person's aura inside, which was very familiar, and seemed to have a very important relationship with him.

Another Xuanjia guard who was talking with Wu Fan seemed to feel He Pingan's gaze, and looked out suddenly, his sharp eyes passed through layers of obstacles, and saw the gate of the county government.

no one!

The Xuanjia guard's complexion changed, could it be that his spiritual sense is hallucinating?

"Guard Yang, what happened?"

Seeing that the guard of Xuanjia had a different expression, Wu Fan asked quickly.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because I've practiced too much these days and I'm a little sensitive."

The Xuanjia guard shook his head, letting go of his worries.

"What, there is another one?"

Outside the county government office, Zhang San didn't even know that he was almost exposed to the gaze of a fourth-rank martial artist just now, his face was ashen.

"Senior Na Luo, have you ever fought?"

Zhang San asked tentatively.

He Pingan withdrew the magic power covering the two of them, smiled lightly and said, "I can hit ten!"

Hearing this, Zhang San's expression was strange. You couldn't be cheating on your grandpa Zhang, could you?

What are you bragging about, you can hit ten fourth-rank martial arts.

Then your strength must be at least the second rank, no, the strength of Zhen Guo first rank.

You must know that there are many great profound talents, but the number of monks who can be called the first rank is only 20.

Everyone is well-known, either at the level of the Supreme Elder of the Five Great Daomen, or the post of Shanzhang who is well-known in the four major academies in the world.

Buddhism is not very prosperous in Daxuan, and there is only one first-rank eminent monk.

The remaining ten people are all serving as first-rank generals in Daxuan.

He Pingan didn't know what Zhang San was thinking, if he knew, he would give Zhang San a good science.

In fact, Zhang San underestimated the strength of the first-rank Zhenguo, if it was the first-rank Zhenguo, he could at least fight hundreds of fourth-rank martial arts.

Luo Xiang is He Ping'an's avatar, roughly estimated to be between the first and second ranks of Zhenguo.

Saying that he can play ten fourth ranks of martial arts is not bragging at all, and he even retained a lot.

"Senior Luo, when shall we save my mother?"

Zhang San doesn't care whether He Ping'an is bragging or not, as long as he can save his mother.

"How about waiting for those fourth-rank warriors to go out?"

"It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, go now."

He Pingan looked at the vermilion gate in front of the county government office and smiled faintly.

"what!"

While he was talking, Zhang San suddenly found that the ground under his feet had become extremely soft, and half of his calf had melted into the ground at some point. He had just uttered half a scream, and the remaining half of his sentence had been sealed by Luo Xiang's mana.

The ground in front of the two of them silently engulfed them without attracting anyone's attention.

In ten breaths, the two appeared in the county government prison. The expression on Zhang San's face was still the fear of being suddenly swallowed by the ground.

"The prison is here, go find your mother quickly."

He Pingan stretched out his hands and shook Zhang San's eyes, waking him up from his fear.

Are you sure this place is for people?
The prison was filled with a strong smell of feces and urine, as well as some other messy and unknown smells, which made Zhang San frown again and again, until he sealed his sense of smell with his true essence, it was much better.

The cell was full of mice and cockroaches running around, and there was a dirty drowning barrel in the corner, emitting a stench.

Seeing that Zhang San was looking for someone in the dungeon, He Pingan took out the seized five-element isolation array, and cast a spell to cover the entire dungeon.

Rescuing Aunt Zhang is only the first step, He Pingan doesn't want to be so fast, the good show is over, there is nothing to play.

After searching a few cells, Zhang San didn't see Aunt Zhang, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Seeing that He Ping'an had already set up a formation, he didn't worry about being exposed, so he shouted loudly: "Mother, my son Zhang San is here to save you!" .”

"I am here."

A hoarse voice sounded, and it was unclear whether it was a man or a woman.

Zhang San was overjoyed, and followed the voice to find it.

In a prison cell, an old man with sly eyebrows and a sharp mouth, wearing a prison uniform, was sitting in the corner of the cell.

Zhang San scanned the surroundings, but he did not see Aunt Zhang, looked at the old man, and asked, "Old man, can you see my mother?"

"Your mother, but her name is Zhang?"

the old man asked weakly.

Hearing that the old man seemed to know her, Zhang San immediately beamed with joy, and nodded repeatedly: "It's Mrs. Zhang. The old man knows my mother. Do you know where my mother has gone?"

"Your mother is dead!"

The old man said in a hoarse voice: "Before he died, tell me that his son Zhang San is the one he worries about the most."

"Mother."

Hearing this, Zhang San suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted to the ground.

After crying for a while, Zhang San wiped away his tears and asked sadly, "My mother, what else did she say?"

"Your mother, when she was dying, she told you not to be too sad. Although she is gone, her brother is still there."

"My mother's brother?"

Zhang San wondered, why didn't he hear his mother say it before.

"That's right. Before your mother died, she was tortured by the guards in every possible way. Fortunately, I was there to take care of her. Later, she found out that my surname was also Zhang, so she recognized me as her younger brother."

"Before she died, she said that if her child Zhang San came to save her, he would save me."

The old man closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling the scene at that time.

"Mother."

Zhang San burst into tears again, and then said: "You are my mother's younger brother, and that is mine."

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by He Pingan before he finished speaking.

"Zhang San, your mother is here."

(End of this chapter)