The county government house.
West wing.
Wu Fan sat in the guest room, his face as cold as frost.
"Master Ye Xian hasn't come back yet?"
Wu Fan asked.
"Reporting to the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince has arranged for him to capture Zhang San since today's Mao hour. Until now, he has not come back."
A mysterious armored guard reported.
"Master Ye Xian's sixth-grade cultivation is more than enough to capture a seventh-grade martial artist."
"Even if you can't catch it, you won't be able to escape."
Wu Fan thought.
As we all know, although warriors are physically powerful, warriors below the first level cannot fly in the air.
So speed is Takeo's shortcoming.
Master Ye Xian fought in the air and became invincible.
"Hey, that old pervert, didn't he end up somewhere else after he succeeded?"
Another mysterious armored guard seemed to have thought of something, with a lewd smile on his face.
Everyone knows that Master Ye Xian is also a frequent visitor to Goulan.
Wu Fan shook his head and said: "Probably not. Even if I want to go to Goulan, Master Ye Xian will send a message to me."
"I'll try sending him a message."
Wu Fan took out a mutton-fat jade pendant from his arms, injected his true energy into it, and a message was input into it.
After ten breaths, the jade pendant showed no response, and Wu Fan's face turned darker.
"As far as I know, Master Ye Xian set up an ambush at Shuangrushan, twenty miles outside Qianxian County. Guard Su, please come and check out the situation."
"Yes, I obey."
A Xuanjia guard took the order, walked out of the hall, and soon came to the county government office.
I happened to see an eight-foot-tall black-faced man outside the county government office and a handsome young man in white walking together.
"What a strange partner."
The black armor guard glanced at the two people who had great contrast, walked past them, and hurried out of the city.
Guessing that the Xuanjia guards were about to leave the city, Zhang San's legs suddenly went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
"It's... such a powerful evil spirit, at least the strength of a fifth-level martial artist."
Zhang San was supported by He Ping'an, still trembling.
"No, it's the fourth level of martial arts."
He Ping'an corrected calmly.
"Fourth level martial arts?"
"Since when did Qianxian County have such a master?"
Zhang San looked shocked, and then a wave of despair completely enveloped him.
The fourth level of martial arts is only one step away from entering the upper third level.
It is no exaggeration to say that for a seventh-level warrior like Zhang San, the guard just now could stab him to death with one finger.
In the former Qian County, Shen County Magistrate was of the eighth rank in Confucianism and Taoism and was already the top combat force in Qian County.
The head catcher under his command was only at the ninth level of martial arts.
The strongest person stationed at the Changsheng Palace Guard Station in Qian County is only an eighth-level cultivation level.
Zhang San was inevitably shocked when a fourth-grade martial artist suddenly appeared.
"This man is wearing black armor. Judging from the decorations on it, he doesn't look like a local officer or soldier from Qian County."
"It should be from Xuanyang City."
He Pingan analyzed rationally and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Phew, that's good."
"This person should have gone back. There should be no masters in this county government."
Zhang San exhaled a long breath with a relaxed look on his face.
"No, there is a fourth-grade warrior inside."
He Ping'an looked at the county government house from a distance. There was a person's aura inside, which was extremely familiar and seemed to have a very important relationship with him.
Another Xuanjia guard who was talking to Wu Fan seemed to feel He Ping'an's gaze and looked out sharply. His sharp eyes passed through the obstacles and saw the outside of the county government gate.
no one!
The Xuanjia guard's expression changed. Could it be that his spiritual sense was hallucinating?
"Guard Yang, what happened?"
Wu Fan saw the mysterious expression on the guard's face and asked quickly.
"It's okay. Maybe I've been practicing too much these past few days and I'm a little sensitive."
The mysterious guard shook his head and put down his worries.
"What, another one?"
Outside the county government office, Zhang San had no idea that he had been almost exposed to the gaze of a fourth-grade martial artist just now, and his face was ashen.
"Senior Luo, have you ever been able to fight him?"
Zhang San asked tentatively.
He Pingan removed the magic power covering the two of them and chuckled: "I can fight ten!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang San looked strange. You couldn't be tricking your Grandpa Zhang, right?
Why are you bragging? You can fight ten martial arts at the fourth level.
Then your strength must be at least the second level... no, the strength of the first level Zhenguo.
You must know that there are many Daxuan capable people, but there are only twenty people who can be called upper-level monks.
Everyone is famous, either at the Supreme Elder level of the Five Great Sects, or the mountain chief of the four major academies in the world.
Buddhism is not very prosperous in Daxuan, and there is only one first-class eminent monk.
The remaining ten people all serve as first-level generals in Daxuan.
He Ping'an didn't know what Zhang San was thinking. If he knew, he would give Zhang San a good education.
In fact, Zhang San underestimated the strength of the first-level Zhenguo. If he were the first-level Zhenguo, he could defeat at least hundreds of fourth-level martial arts.
Luo Xiang is He Ping'an's clone. It is roughly estimated that his strength should be between the first and second grades of Zhenguo.
When he said he could fight ten martial arts at the fourth level, he wasn't bragging at all, and he even kept a lot of them.
"Senior Luo, when are we going to rescue my mother?"
Zhang San didn't care whether He Ping'an was bragging, as long as he could save his mother.
"How about waiting for the fourth-grade warrior to go out..."
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Let's go now."
He Pingan looked at the vermilion gate in front of the county government office and smiled lightly.
"ah!"
While he was talking, Zhang San suddenly found that the ground under his feet had become extremely soft, and half of his calf had merged 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 magic power.
The ground in front of the two of them swallowed them up silently, without attracting anyone's attention.
Ten breaths later, the two of them appeared in the county jail. 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 Ping'an stretched out his hands and waved them in front of 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 stench of feces, urine, and other random unknown odors, which made Zhang San frown repeatedly. It was not until he used his true energy to seal his sense of smell that he felt much better.
The cell was full of rats and cockroaches, and there was a filthy drowning bucket in the corner, exuding a foul odor.
Seeing Zhang San going to the prison to look for someone, He Ping'an took out the captured Five Elements Isolation Formation and cast a spell to cover the entire dungeon.
Rescuing Aunt Zhang was just the first step. He Ping'an didn't want the show to end so quickly and there would be no more fun.
After looking for several cells, Zhang San didn't see Aunt Zhang, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. When he saw that He Ping'an had already arranged the array, he didn't worry about being exposed and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mom, my dear, Zhang San is here to save you. .”
"I'm here......"
A hoarse voice sounded, and it was unclear whether it was a man or a woman.
Zhang San was overjoyed and followed the sound.
In a cell, I saw an old man with sinister eyebrows, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, wearing prison uniform, sitting in the corner of the cell.
Zhang San glanced around and found out that he really didn't see Aunt Zhang. He looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, can you see my mother?"
"Your mother, is your name Zhang?"
The old man asked weakly.
Hearing that the old man seemed to recognize her, Zhang San suddenly became happy and nodded repeatedly: "It's Mrs. Zhang. I know my mother. Do you know where my mother has gone?"
"Your mother is dead!"
The old man said hoarsely: "Before you die, tell me that the person you worry about the most is his son Zhang San."
"Mom..."
When Zhang San heard this, he 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, before she died, told you not to be too sad. Although she is gone, her brother is still there."
"My mother's brother?"
Zhang San wondered why he had never heard his mother say this before.
"Yes, your mother was tortured by the guards before she died. Fortunately, I took care of her. Later, she found out that my surname was also Zhang, so she recognized me as her godbrother."
"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.
"Mom..."
Zhang San burst into tears again, and then said: "You are my mother's brother, then you are mine..."
Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by He Pingan before he finished speaking.
"Zhang San, your mother is here."
