Chapter 400: The Era That Belonged To My Father

[For the lord's domineering, the rabbit adds more 24, 30]

"Who are you looking for?" The elder brother was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and muttered, "Yue Wuwei?"

Why does it sound so familiar?

"Yue Wuwei is the name of our head." An Jin's disciple whispered.

"Pfft... cough cough!"

The elder brother's eyes widened sharply, and he said murderously, "How dare you call Yue Wuwei by his full name? That's too arrogant! Brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Han looked at him a little funny, and the spiritual power rushed out of his body, like a huge wave, pressing away.

Whoosh whoosh!

Before the senior brother finished speaking, he and a series of disciples lifted off into the air, skimmed over the two-meter-high wall of the inner courtyard, and fell inside with a plop.

"Hic, hiccup, hiccup?"

As if hiccupping, Wang Ming almost didn't come up in one breath, his eyes were like dead fish eyes, almost fell from the stare.

He looked at Zhang Han in a daze.

I didn't notice it before, but now I feel it, that overwhelming spiritual power.

If he didn't react at this time, then he might be a fool!

"Wu Wu Wu, Wu Wu Wu, Martial Dao Grandmaster eh?"

Wang Ming stumbled out this sentence, because of the sudden shock, his tone became sharp.

After he finished speaking, his heart was pounding, as if he was holding his breath in the water, and he could fully feel the violent heartbeat when he raised his head when he couldn't hold it back.

In fact, he doesn't think of the martial arts master as an unattainable dream. After all, he is also close to the martial arts master, and there are elders in his family, and he has seen other powerful masters.

The reason why he was so shocked was because of the strong inner contrast.

"Grandmaster Zhang, greetings from the Wang Family, Wang Ming..."

It was like a nervous reflex, Wang Ming wanted to say hello as usual,

Before he finished speaking, he realized that he couldn't continue.

'What should I call him? Damn, it's so embarrassing for me. '

Wang Ming hummed for a while, feeling a little shy.

"Little uncle, you can call me by my name normally."

As if seeing his thoughts, Zhang Han said with a light smile.

Aunt Rong Jiaxin is one of the few relatives in this world who is recognized by Zhang Han. With this relationship, one can talk about seniority. Zhang Han didn’t want to act like I’m the best in the world just because of what he used to be. attitude, but this also has intimacy and distance. Some people, even if they kneel down and beg, Zhang Han will not pay attention.

Everyone has a steelyard in their hearts, and not many people are fools. Whether they are sincere or not, you will know over time.

Hearing Zhang Han's words, Wang Ming was relieved.

It also feels like the words I said on the way here just now...

Inverting the door, MMP, a martial arts master can establish a sect, can inverting the door?

Wang Ming felt that he seemed to be acting funny today, and he was a little ashamed to face Jiang Dong's elders.

"go in."

Zhang Han said, and took the lead to walk in.

At this time, the people inside also reacted, shouting one after another:

"Big brother, where are you, big brother? What should we do now?"

"The enemy is too strong, the wind is blowing!"

"Go to the elders for help, run!"

"..."

Faintly hearing these words, Wang Ming curled his lips.

Your First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder, if tied together, are no match for the Grandmaster, okay?

But thinking of this, Wang Ming suddenly paused, and said:

"Little Han, just make a move, don't make a heavy hand, after all, standing behind Yue Wuwei is Emperor Qing."

"Qing Emperor?"

Zhang Han shook his head slightly. He had heard this name several times. They seemed to be afraid of Emperor Qing, but...

"It's just a Qinglong bloodline."

Zhang Han responded flatly.

The Qinglong bloodline is a wide-ranging bloodline with countless branches, strong and weak, but even if it is the strongest, what is there to show off?

The entire Qinglong bloodline, in the world of cultivating immortals, is barely considered the bloodline of the third step.

As for myself, I became a perfect Gongji with massive resources, became a congenital, achieved an eight-inch golden elixir, turned into a seven-inch Nascent Soul, and obtained the power of attributes. His attribute power is at the top of the second ladder in the huge world of cultivating immortals. Existence is enough to proudly cultivate the world of immortals.

The first step is a legend, and it may not be possible to meet a single person for thousands of years. Anyone who possesses the power of the first step's attributes will cut through the void, climb the road to heaven, and ascend to the fairy world, leaving behind a story through the ages. Hey......

Thinking about it, Zhang Han felt a little bit pained. He was hit by the Nine Heavens God Thunder, and he didn't survive, but all the emotions now are fortunate.

Ziyan and Mengmeng fascinated and fascinated him.

I never thought that being a father would be such a blessing.

Closer to home, Wang Ming naturally didn't know about Zhang Han's past. After hearing the words, his expression was a little stunned.

Is it just a Qinglong bloodline? Forget it?

Why does it sound like the high-ranking Qinglong bloodline is ordinary in his eyes?

I couldn't figure it out, so I was silent all the way, and walked to the inner courtyard with Zhang Han.

After walking in for a minute, clatter.

A large group of people rushed over from the left and right sides.

It looked like a total of about 150 people. They all held weapons and looked at Zhang Han vigilantly.

"Who are you?" The three elders entered the arena last, and the first elder looked at Zhang Han and asked.

"I'm looking for you Yue Wuwei." Zhang Han said calmly.

"Is the head of the sect the one you can see whenever you want? It's really disrespectful for me to enter the gate with such a big fanfare. All disciples obey the order and line up." The elder said loudly.

"yes!"

As soon as many disciples put away their weapons, they moved towards this side one after another.

Zhang Han was stunned when he saw this.

This is still up? So straightforward?

No wonder it is called the soy sauce sect. If this style is placed in the world of cultivating immortals, it is afraid that it will not last a day.

Zhang Han also opened his eyes.

With a thought, the cards in his pocket flew out one by one.

The spiritual power in the body was filled with it, and the cards whizzed away in a fan shape.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds came out, and the one hundred and fifty disciples were knocked down to the ground within ten seconds.

"???" The Great Elder was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, eighteen cards indented toward the center, surrounding the three elders.

Feeling the icy breath coming from the card, the three of them felt chills down their spines for a moment.

The elder's eyelids kept trembling, and said:

"Hero, why did you make the move? I asked my disciples to line up to welcome you into the main hall to speak, you..."

Ok?

Zhang Han froze for a while.

Oh, it turned out to be a welcome, I said how to close the weapon.

"There is no need to make progress, let you come out as the head." Zhang Han said flatly.

"The head is gone. He left half a month ago. He contacted me three days ago and said he was going to travel far away. I don't know when he will be back." The elder replied honestly.

"Contact him." Zhang Han said directly.

"I-I can't get in touch." The Great Elder said helplessly, "Hero, our sect leader always uses the public phone to contact me..."

"Ok?"

Zhang Han frowned slightly.

The eighteen cards kept shrinking towards the three of them, and finally spun around their heads, making the three of them almost sweat in cold sweat.

"Hero, spare your life!"

The second elder opened his mouth for the first time, and said again and again: "I really don't know, if I want to know, I will tell you, we swear!"

Is it going to fail?

Zhang Han frowned, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what method you use, contact Yue Wuwei within three days, or I will demolish your sect!"

"Understood, we will try our best to contact you." The Second Elder replied hastily.

"How dare you ask the hero, who is the master?" the Great Elder asked cautiously.

"Ask something, connect with someone, call me."

After Zhang Han finished speaking, he waved his hand, and eleven of the eighteen cards flew out immediately, cutting continuously on the wall, leaving a phone number.

Then, Zhang Han turned around, and the eighteen cards flew back to Zhang Han's pocket one by one.

Everyone looked at Zhang Han's back and sighed for a while.

The second elder wiped the sweat from his head and sighed:

"Abused again."

"That's right." The third elder said in a muffled voice, "It's a good thing this time he's a grand master, so it's not shameful to spread the word."

"It's not embarrassing, but it's embarrassing if the sect is demolished!" The Great Elder glared at the two of them, waved his hand and said, "Anyway, he just asked something, so try to find a way to contact the sect leader."

"yes."

 …

On the way to the outside, Wang Ming hesitated for a long time, wanting to remind him not to be so tough, after all, Qingfengzong has Qingdi behind him.

Can......

Thinking of his words 'it's just a Qinglong bloodline', Wang Ming felt a toothache.

Those who can awaken the bloodlines are all bigwigs.

Hey......

After thinking about it, I'd better wait to go back and tell Rong Jiaxin, let her speak.

So the two were silent, got into the car and drove back, halfway through the journey, Wang Ming gave a wry smile and said:

"I was worried that you would be the son-in-law who entered the marriage, but it seems that I was overwhelmed. With your strength, you will be enshrined wherever you go."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly when he heard the words, and said: "Zi Yan and I don't have so many rules, and we don't have a family atmosphere. It's good to live quietly as a family."

"Da Yin lives in the city, and he is talking about people like you. I admire you. Are you in your twenties?"

"Twenty-seven."

"When you are twenty-seven, you have become a Martial Arts Grandmaster. This is really, too monstrous. The son of Tianjiao, it may have something to do with your excellent parents. After all, you have good genes." Wang Ming shook his head with a smile.

Zhang Han changed his expression when he heard the words, and asked, "You also know about my parents?"

Speaking of this, Wang Ming's eyes flashed a trace of reminiscence, and he said in an admiring tone:

"Of course! Your father's title of King of War is not for nothing."

"War King?" Zhang Han was stunned for a while, and said: "Can you talk about it specifically?"

Wang Ming glanced at Zhang Han, and said: "You and Xiaoli didn't know that things were normal. Before you were born, there was a period of time when there was no master in the world. I heard that they were all exploring a secret place. At that time, your father, Master Tianjie, To be undefeated in a hundred battles, to achieve great prestige, to achieve the myth of being invincible under the Grandmaster, to maintain it for five years, and to be known as the King of War, that belongs to his era!"

"Your mother didn't know how to practice, but she was brought to Qi Jin by him. After giving birth to you, she broke through to the martial arts master within a few years. Unfortunately, when she first broke through, she was defeated by the northern tiger Gai Xingkong, and she suffered a lot. After that, he entered the era of Ge Xingkong. He was twenty-nine years old. In the early stage of the master, he defeated many Tianjiao and wanted to break the myth of your father's invincibility. But at this time, the master returned, the world has changed, and the difficulty is even higher. "

"If that's the case, he also won ninety-nine and became a young leader. In the hundredth battle, unfortunately, he was defeated by an overseas strongman. Later, he entered the Qing Emperor's era. It has been nearly fifty years. , no one has reached the height of Emperor Qing, it can be said that he has truly overwhelmed an era."

Speaking of this, Wang Ming couldn't help but said again, the implication was to let Zhang Han's affairs in Qingfeng Sect not be too blunt.

"My dad is the King of War?"

Zhang Han made up the picture in his head, and laughed: "Undefeated in a hundred battles, he has a great reputation, he is under the master, and he is invincible, very handsome."

It is conceivable that in that era, his father's aura of looking down on the world.

"Yes, Zhang Guangyou, the king of war, was considered powerful at the time. He was very powerful, but he was seriously injured by a man with white hair and a childlike face. His meridians were torn apart, and his cultivation base plummeted. Kong was born, really strong, at least he has the strength of the late master, if it is not for the God of War of the Chen family, your father's life will be in danger." Wang Ming shook his head and sighed softly.

"I always feel that you seem to know something." Zhang Han narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wang Ming.

Wang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Even the God of War of the Chen family doesn't know the specific origin of Qing Zhenzi. Only your father knows the real thing, but he never said that you are now a martial arts master, and you will definitely be able to solve the mystery in the future." .”

"Oh, by the way, Xiaohan, what level are you...?" Wang Ming asked curiously.

Zhang Han thought for a while, and replied: "It's the late stage of the master."

"???" Wang Ming's expression froze suddenly.

"There is a car in front." Zhang Han pointed to the front side.

"what!"

Wang Ming was startled, looked forward, slammed on the brakes, and stopped the car ten centimeters behind the Buick in front.

"In the later stage, my God, how old are you!" Wang Ming grinned, with a frightened look on his face.

Seeing this, Zhang Han shook his head slightly.

Only those who have been in contact with him will know what the real Tianjiao is like.

Some people are golden pills at birth, who can they ask for reasoning?

Some ferocious beasts are born with the strength of Nascent Soul, with innate supernatural powers, and with the power of attributes. Who can I ask for reason?

Some people were born mediocre, but in just 30 to 50 years, they have reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and they will step on the road of immortality within a hundred years, who can they ask for reason?

Real evildoers emerge in endlessly, and the heavens and myriad worlds are born without fairness.

All the way without words.

Not without words, Wang Ming burst out a startling sentence from time to time:

"Your late master? Oh my god!"

"How did you practice? That's awesome!"

"It's incredible."

"..."

This made Zhang Han a little bit dumbfounded. If he had known earlier, he would have been able to keep his ears clean.

At about one o'clock, the two returned to the Wang's house.

"Oh, Papa, Papa, why did you come back! Mengmeng is waiting anxiously."

Seeing Zhang Han enter the room, Mengmeng jumped up and down on the sofa, stretching out her small arms.

Zhang Han leaked a soft smile, and walked up to pick up the little guy.

"Any news?" Zi Yan asked expectantly.

At this time, other people also looked at Zhang Han. From the previous chat, Rong Jiaxin already knew that Zhang Han was a warrior, but Zi Yan didn't say the specific plot, but chatted with the writer's parents.

Under the eyes of several people, Zhang Han shook his head slightly and said: "He is not here, we have to wait for a few days."

"Oh, let's just wait a few days." Zi Yan said with a slight smile.

"We're back, let's go eat first. After dinner, Auntie will take you out to play." Rong Jiaxin laughed.

"Let's go." Wang Ming nodded.

A group of people went out, and Wang Ya went to the guest room to inform Zhao Feng and others, and they went to the restaurant at the back together.

"Hey, Xiaoya, you lead the way, Jiaxin, Jiaxin." Wang Ming followed behind, gave Rong Jiaxin a look, and gestured with his palm: Come here!

Rong Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, slowed down, and moved to Wang Ming's side.

Before Wang Ming could speak, Rong Jiaxin said excitedly: "Ming, my nephew is also a martial artist. I really didn't expect it. It's really happy that a tiger father has no dogs."

"Uh... that's right, it's the tiger father who has no dog son, so do you know his level?" Wang Ming asked a bit puzzled.

When he heard the news, he was shocked and incoherent. If Jiaxin knew the details, she probably wouldn't be so calm.

"I'll ask in the evening." Rong Jiaxin said with a smile.

"You don't need to ask, I've already asked, he, he almost crushed the Qingfeng sect, he is a super strong man in the late stage of the master, the late stage of the master! I was scared to death when I found out, and almost got hit by someone else's car .” Wang Ming said in a slightly surprised tone.

Rumble!

Rong Jiaxin only had those few words in his mind: "Late Grandmaster, he is a late Grandmaster..."

"what!"

After about five breaths, Rong Jiaxin let out a scream, which startled several people.

Immediately afterwards, Rong Jiaxin ran to Zhang Han and whispered a few words in his ear. After getting affirmation, Rong Jiaxin suddenly fell silent and kept looking at Zhang Han for three seconds. Anyone can see it.

Soon, everyone came to the restaurant.

The decoration inside the restaurant is very tidy, there are not many things, except for the tables and chairs, there are only a few decorations, and it feels very spacious.

There were tables and chairs ranging from a small dining table for two people to a big round table. When everyone arrived, there were eight or nine people sitting inside. They were Wang Ming's relatives. There were two children, a fat boy of seven or eight years old, and a girl of thirteen or fourteen, they all looked at the visitor curiously.

Rong Jiaxin introduced with a smile, and everyone sat down.

Seeing Zhang Han's family, many people were very surprised. They are really a family with outstanding looks.

After sitting down, the servants served green tea first, and all the ingredients were prepared. Of course, they had to be cooked and eaten now, and it took more than ten minutes to wait.

In the tea room, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl and the seven or eight-year-old fat boy rushed over after grabbing the last few mouthfuls of food.

"Such a beautiful and cute little sister, I want to kiss you so much." The fat boy stared at Mengmeng and said with a smile, expressing his love with innocent words.

Zi Yan just pursed her lips and smiled at this expression.

And Zhang Han...

He turned his head in an instant, stretched out his hand and flicked the fat boy's forehead lightly, and said: "Stinky boy, just look at it, not a kiss."

"Hey, let me just say, I'm not real, I'm a man, I can protect my little sister." The fat boy said.

This is a kind of subtle education in the martial arts family. When you are born to be a leader, you are a man in charge of your family and you have to protect your family.

But Mengmeng muttered in a disrespectful way:

"I don't want others to protect me, my daddy is super powerful, he protects me..."

The fat boy didn't mind either, so he just smiled.

And that thirteen or fourteen year old girl stared at Zi Yan, and asked hesitantly after a while:

"You, are you Zi Yan?"

"Yes." Zi Yan smiled slightly.

"ah!"

The little girl cried out with joy, and said excitedly: "You are really Ziyan, I like you so much, I like your songs very much, especially the fairy tale town, I can tell the stories in it Come out with your name, and you can sing."

"I, can I take a picture with you? Many of my classmates like you."

The little girl looked at Zi Yan expectantly.

"Okay." Zi Yan smiled, bent down, and got together with the little girl, made several expressions, and took a photo with her.

Then she took her younger brother and ran to the side happily, presumably to show off to her classmates.

Soon, the food was served.

They are all some special dishes, which are naturally delicious, but they are still much worse than the ingredients of Crescent Mountain.

Except for the authentic snacks with a special taste, other delicacies are not very attractive to them.

Mengmeng quickly finished her meal, then blinked her big clear eyes and looked left and right.

Seems to be wondering when they're done eating.

After eating, I will go out to play. The little princess is in a happy mood.