Seeing Zhang Yang frowning and thinking, Qin Tian explained with a smile: "Don't think too much, just think about Mrs. Yuan, now she is in charge of the martial arts society."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "No, my father was only in his early forties back then. Mrs. Yuan was already hundreds of them at that time!"

After hearing Qin Tian's words, his first thought was that Mrs. Yuan had any shameful relationship with his father. Although top warriors rarely care about the age gap, there was a gap between Dao Sheng and Mrs. Yuan, which was incredible.

As for the number one beauty in the martial arts world that Yunfeng and others mentioned at the time, Zhang Yang really couldn't tell where the old lady was beautiful. Of course, no matter how beautiful it was, it was useless. The old lady didn't take the stamina pill. She was over 100 years old, and her bones were rotten when she died.

Qin Tian gave him a blank look, and Xia Wulong and others next to him were also laughing. Zhang Yang knew that he had misunderstood when he saw this, and immediately laughed awkwardly and stopped talking.

"You kid can't be so dirty? Mrs. Yuan and Wu Sheng are old friends and have a good relationship with your father. However, after your father and Wu Sheng died, Mrs. Yuan disappeared. It was not until not long ago that she joined the martial arts society at the invitation of Bao Tiangang and others."

Qin Tian sighed and said a little depressedly: "Speaking of this, Mrs. Yuan is also a pitiful person. She was called the number one beauty in the martial arts world back then, and I don't know how many people admire her. Although she didn't say it, we all know that Mrs. Yuan actually admired the Martial Saint, otherwise she would not have stayed behind the Martial Saint in obscurity for ten years without marrying.

The old man from Martial Saint is not a thing. If he doesn’t want to, he will say it clearly, and it will take him for decades.”

Seeing Qin Tian looking angry, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing out loud. It seemed that the old man should have had some thoughts about Mrs. Yuan back then, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited.

However, people definitely don’t like him. The Martial Saint is famous, so such a character will definitely arouse the admiration of countless women. I don’t know what Mrs. Yuan looked like when she was young, but she must be hailed as the number one beauty in the martial arts world. Such a woman must be arrogant, and her martial arts power is not low, so she naturally looks down on Qin Tian, ​​who was just a small character at that time.

Thinking of these Zhang Yang's quips and said with a gossip: "Old Qin, since you know Mrs. Yuan, why didn't she help you last time you were embarrassed by Qi Lin?"

Qin Tian snorted, too lazy to look at his hateful face. But his heart was depressed. He admired Mrs. Yuan, and even said that admiration was not enough to express it. It was more appropriate to say that admiration was more suitable.

Over the years, his original wife has never married since her death. Even he himself can't tell whether it is because he has lost interest in women or can't forget his peerless face.

Unfortunately, there were many powerful people in the martial arts world. When he broke through Huajin, he was over 70 years old and had no reputation among the people. Mrs. Yuan had never paid attention to him at all. Even if he was following the Martial Saints and the others for a few years, Mrs. Yuan had no more than ten words to him, and it is a problem to remember him now.

When Qin Tian thought of this, he felt even more sad. When the news of the Martial Saint's disappearance came, he didn't know what he was thinking. He had no sadness anyway. It was not just him, but people in the martial arts world at that time. Many people wanted to laugh three times when they heard the news that the Martial Saint might have died. They must have felt jealous of the Martial Saint's possession of the pit and not shit.

Zhang Yang laughed and bowed and apologized, "I'm bothering you. I will definitely go to the main entrance next time. I'm afraid that the old man will not see me. If the procedures for going to the main entrance are too cumbersome, please pay attention next time."

The two Hua Jin looked at each other and were both amused and crying, but what Zhang Yang said made sense. Even if he knew his identity, it would be a lot of trouble if Zhang Yang came in after a formal procedure.

The two of them were too lazy to argue with Zhang Yang about this little thing, and the two of them now have a good impression of Zhang Yang, and their complaints just now were just as joking with friends.

When they heard Zhang Yang's intention, the two did not dare to neglect. As for the things that the people in the Great Uncle had to ask Zhang Yang for, they knew. The two were also looking forward to Zhang Yang's response to the old man's request. Only in this Dragon Ball Battle did they understand that if they did not have their own strength, they would not be able to speak straight.

Although they are not weak, they feel a little overwhelmed since the emergence of the martial arts sects. It’s still good now. Those strong people have not yet taken their ideas to the government, but no one can tell what will happen in the future.

You should know that the eight major factions turned against each other in order to compete for the rule of the world. Although so many years have passed, who knows that they have not defeated the ** who controls the world?

Among the two, Mr. Fang accompanied Zhang Yang to drink tea. The silver-haired old man went in and notified the old man, but did not let Zhang Yang wait for a long time. In less than a cup of tea, the old man walked over in a tiger's footstep.

Seeing that the old man was coming, Zhang Yang was not very generous, so he hurriedly stood up and smiled, "Looking at your old man walking, it seems that you can lead China for another decades."

The old man smiled and pressed his hands to let Zhang Yang sit down. He sighed: "Don't be happy with the old man. I can't compare with you young people. I will retreat in two years. But after retreating, I want to live a few more years to hug my grandson. Do you think you will think of a solution for me?"

Zhang Yang looked embarrassed. How could he not understand the old man’s meaning? But does this have anything to do with him?

Zhang Yang looked aggrieved and looked at the old man and said resentfully: "You always want to hug your grandson. Can anyone dare to cause trouble for you? If anyone dares to get along with you, I promise that he won't know him if he beats me."

Zhang Yang is still a little confident about this. Even if those people put their ideas on the country, the old man can protect his safety if he retreats and speaks by himself. Moreover, the old man has a great reputation among the people, and those people will not really do anything to him if they are not stupid.

The old man looked him up and down for a few seconds before he said boredly: "Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. How about helping the country train dozens of Saint-level powerhouses?"

Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide and didn't react for a while. After a while, he quickly jumped up and said, "You always joke with me!"

After saying that, Zhang Yang felt very angry when he saw the old man looking calm. He didn't care about respecting the elderly and loving the young, and said angrily: "Do you think the saints are sweeping the road, and there are dozens of them! You go out to inquire. Are there dozens of saints who have become powerful people in the entire martial arts world now?"

"You old man can do dozens of them as soon as you open your mouth. Do you know how many saints have accumulated in the martial arts world in the past century?" Zhang Yang said with a dry mouth and almost spitted out the old man's face.

However, the old man deserves to have experienced strong storms and waves. He still looks calm and even Zhang Yang splashed a few mouthfuls of tea and still drank sweetly.

It was not until Zhang Yang sat down and took a sip of water to breathe that the old man smiled and said, "After you are a powerful saint. I heard that Mr. Fang is a top figure among you warriors, why can't you hold on so much?"

Zhang Yang snorted, turned his head and refused to look at him. This old man is just an old fox. The words he said just now just led to this topic.

As for the fact that he wanted to help him train warriors, maybe it was true, but the old man didn't believe it if he wanted to come. It was just that the lion opened his mouth and asked him to give him a vaccination.

Zhang Yang understood this and thought that he was indeed a little impatient. It seemed that he had little experience. It would be difficult to break the emptiness in the future if he thought that he would not be able to break the emptiness in the future. If he didn't talk about it, if he didn't have the emptiness in his mind, he might not even be able to pass the killing level.

Seeing Zhang Yang calm down, the smile on the old man's face became stronger, he squinted his eyes and asked, "How are you thinking?"

Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched. The old man was about to plot against him. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang quickly picked up the teacup and drank two sips of water. Then he laughed and said, "I don't understand what the old man said. What do you want me to consider?"

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said with a bitter tone: "Okay, I won't tell you that it's empty. I won't say much about the national righteousness. I'll just treat you as an old man, and you'll help the country to cultivate a Mingjin. I'll exchange you for 10 million jade metals, cultivate a 100 million spiritual energy, and become a 100 million saint."

Zhang Yang really sprayed out a sip of water. The old man opposite him was about to be sprayed all over his face, but the two big inner warriors around him reached out and stroked for a while before stopping his saliva.

"Okay, your tea is good. I will come and have a drink when I have time. I will leave first if I have nothing to do." Zhang Yang's old face would have long since faded. If he hadn't had some respect for this old man who worked hard for the country, he would have left long ago.

Ten million yuan is just one hundred thousand energy, and one billion yuan is just one hundred million energy. The old man really dares to think that he can train him to become a holy warrior for him.

Not to mention Zhang Yang’s profitability, according to what the old man said, it would be good if he didn’t lose money.

You should know that even a Tianbao divine pill that can enable ordinary people to achieve spiritual transformation requires 10 million points of energy. If you convert it into money, it is still the early stage of mortal extinction. If you want to reach the saint, you need at least twice as much energy. In other words, even if everything goes well, an ordinary person or a warrior below Mingjin is included. If there is no 3 billion, don’t think about it.

This is Zhang Yang who has a system, and the system has been upgraded to the saint level. Otherwise, let alone becoming a saint, it is difficult to break through the transformation power.

The old man said 1 billion. Fortunately, Zhang Yang heard this. If the saintly powerful people heard it, they would really be unable to help but spit and spray him to death.

They have worked hard for more than a hundred years, fighting with heaven and people, and experiencing countless battles, and countless hardships to reach this point. Not to mention that they cannot be measured by money, even if they are calculated by money, tens of billions and billions are not enough to describe it. (To be continued...)
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