"Where is the bad guy? I don't even have enough hair, so I dare to care about your grandpa and me?"

The Thirteenth Mr. staggered a few steps in the clinic, then stood firm, looked at Zhang Lian'er in anger and cursed.

"My sister said she didn't want to. Do you have no ears in your dead pig's head?"

At this time, Zhang Lian'er looked like a young scholar, but she was still neither humble nor arrogant.

"You, you, me, I..."

"What do I do? You, you, fat man, dead pig head, smell of rotten water, the oil on my face can be scraped off and cooked. The pigs I raise at home are cleaner than you. Even if you look like this, you deserve my sister? Your original wife married you, it's been moldy for eight lifetimes. Now you will harm my sister Lingxue. Go home and wash it clean, look in the mirror to see what you look like."

Regarding sharp teeth and sharp mouths, no one can match Zhang Lian'er. As soon as the Thirteenth Mr. spoke, she was scolded back.

"No one in Yunjing City dares to talk to me like this. You young boy, do you know who I am?"

The Thirteenth Mr. was so angry that he was just as angry as the pork liver that had just been cut off.

"I'm afraid I don't dare to talk to you, but I don't want to talk to you, right? I personally feel unlucky after seeing this. Today, I'm just because of my sister Lingxue's disgusting experience, Ninja tells you the truth."

Zhang Lian'er is still unreasonable.

When the Thirteenth Mr. heard this, he seriously smelled his cuffs and said to himself:

"It's not smelly?"

But immediately my face turned red and said with hatred:

"Boy, see if I won't peel you!"

"Mr. Thirteenth, if you do this again, I will go and call the city guard!"

Seeing that he was really angry, the female boss of the clinic quickly stopped Zhang Lian'er and said righteously.

The Thirteenth Mr. glanced at the female boss of the clinic, swallowed the words in his stomach, and sneered:

"Jiang Lingxue, it's so rustic. I want you, it's useless for anyone you want."

"I've been secretly investigating someone. The biggest one in Yunjing City is Sang Xiaoman. If it weren't for this, you would have been mine."

"But now is different from the past. She is now unable to protect herself. I will tell you the truth today. Sang Bulun will die, and Sang Xiaoman's one is almost over. If you know the appearance, you will obey me. Otherwise, I will see you and I will probably be in the Fengmingyuan."

This Wangchun Tower is a famous fireworks place in Yunjing City. The threat in the words of Mr. Thirteen is beyond words.

"Whether I, Jiang Lingxue, can gain a foothold in Yunjing City, has nothing to do with Sang Xiaoman, nor has it to do with Mr. Thirteen. Please don't set foot in my Baicaotang from today."

Jiang Lingxue was also angry and waved her hand to see the guests off. As she spoke, she felt a sense of pressure coming out of her body.

This pressure was very huge, and it actually suppressed Mr. Thirteen.

Mr. Thirteen used to think that Jiang Lingxue's cultivation was not weak, and this was also a place where he liked Jiang Lingxue. He thought that the two of them would become Taoist couples in the future, which would be free and happy, and would also allow him to improve his cultivation and kill two birds with one stone.

But he didn't expect that Jiang Lingxue's cultivation level could actually surpass him, and he was surprised and surprised for a moment.

Needless to say, the surprise is because one of his two methods of cultivation is that he can turn the Taoist companion into his own use. In this way, as long as he can get Jiang Lingxue, his cultivation level will be just around the corner.

"Does you and I have something to do with you? You can't help it."

The Thirteenth Mr. sneered, then shook his sleeves and left.

He was determined to win Jiang Lingxue, but in order not to let the other party rush to jump over the wall, let's take it a little while today.

"Sister Lingxue, why are you so polite to such people? If I have the cultivation level of yours, I will directly break his legs. Let's see if he dares to come again!"

Zhang Lian'er said in anger and puzzled.

It was only today that she realized that Jiang Lingxue's cultivation was far superior to her, and she was immediately puzzled by Jiang Lingxue's behavior of letting the dead pig head.

"Do you know who his master is?"

Jiang Lingxue asked while pulling Zhang Lian'er into the house and sitting down.

"Can they be the descendant of the Pig Demon?"

Zhang Lian'er said poorly.

Jiang Lingxue's black and white eyes turned her a blank look, and then brewed a bowl of tea for him, and said:

"This Thirteenth Mr. Sun Ruoshui is also known as Sun Ruoshui. Although his appearance is not good, his master is Sang Wuyin, the famous Yunjing City."

"Sang Wuyin? Is this Sang Wuyin very powerful?"

Zhang Lian'er naturally knew Sang Wuyin. Not only did she know, she also set a fire in his house with Li Yunsheng, burned his entire western courtyard, and then moved one of his warehouses.

It is precisely because of this that she had the illusion that Sang Wuyin was not very powerful.

"More than just amazing!"

Jiang Lingxue knocked on Zhang Lian'er's forehead and then said:

"The Sang family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and its heritage is unfathomable. Because of its huge inheritance, the Sang family has divided the eight meridians in these ten thousand years. These eight meridians are named after the Sang family's ancestral teachings of "Tianmen Opening and Reciprocating, Soul and Spirit Holding One". After many years, the eight meridians have the strongest strengths of the Tianzi and Hezi. The Tianqi Mansion where the previous head of the family Sang Bulun is located is the Tianzi. The Liuhe Mansion where Sang Wuyin is located is the mansion of the Hezi. Over the years, it has also been the only branch that can compete with the Tianzi."

But after hearing Jiang Lingxue say so much, Zhang Lian'er still couldn't imagine how powerful Sang Wuyin's lineage was.

So he asked Xuanyuan Luanlong in his heart:

"Old man, do you think they are amazing?"

Although Xuanyuan Luanlong was speechless about the title of Old Man Zhang Lian'er, he didn't intend to be angry with her and said coldly:

"It's okay."

"Have you heard of the Sang family in your time?"

Zhang Lian'er continued to ask.

Regarding his identity, Xuanyuan Luanlong had already told Zhang Lian'er a little proudly, but what he changed was Zhang Lian'er's voice:

"It turns out that old man, you are still an old man who has lived for thousands of years."

Xuanyuan Luanlong is still worried about this matter.

"I have never heard of such a small family that is not well-known. I came into contact with it at that time..."

"Okay, OK, I get it."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Lian'er.

Jiang Lingxue, who was standing beside him, looked confused when she saw Zhang Lian'er, and thought that the other party didn't understand, so she explained more vividly:

"A thousand years ago, only the Tianzi vein in these ten states had the ability to draw eighth-grade talismans, but now the Hezi vein also has this ability. It is said that Sang Wuyin had at least two eighth-grade talismans on his hand, and it was the most powerful celestial talisman."

Hearing this, Zhang Lian'er finally understood and couldn't help but look surprised:

"Didn't it mean that the highest rank of the talisman is the seventh grade?"

"The seventh-grade talisman is the upper limit of other talisman masters in ten states, but it is not the upper limit of Sang Family talisman masters."
Chapter completed!