Chapter 999 Meeting Zhang Xing by Chance

After Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei entered the Giant Hammer Castle, they saw many people flocking to the west of the city.

After asking people on the roadside, I learned that it was the old man of the Zheng family who celebrated his 280th birthday.

A street in the west of the city is full of banquets. No matter who you are, you can have a big meal as long as you go there.

However, most people of low status came to watch the fun and did not dare to eat.

"Zhang Xing, let's go eat too, it will save us a meal."

Ruan Mei's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.

Zhang Xing nodded and went to take a look. The killer group must have an intelligence station in the capital of every empire.

When they followed the crowd to the west of the city, suddenly, there was a chaotic sound in front of them.

Pedestrians on the street ducked to both sides, and then a figure flew out.

He fell to Zhang Xing's feet with a clatter.

At the same time, a palm-sized bronze medal fell from the man's hand.

Zhang Xing's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to suck up the bronze medal.

"Give...Give me!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Xing looked down.

The old man on the ground had white hair, no trace of blood on his face, his voice was weak, and there were two obvious palm prints on the clothes on his back.

This old man is Zhong Bo.

"Is this bronze medal yours?" Zhang Xing asked.

"It belongs to my master, the old man of the Zheng family. He was framed by a traitor and died. On his deathbed, he asked me to go to Shuangfu Empire to find Dongfang Zhaoyang."

"But now it seems that I can't fulfill the master's last wish. I am so ashamed of the master!"

"I can't find the master's friends to avenge him!"

Uncle Zhong's eyes were full of sadness, and he weakly answered Zhang Xing's questions.

He didn't know why, but the voice of the young man in front of him seemed to be magical, making people unable to help but say what they wanted to say.

Zhang Xing looked at the bronze medal in his hand. Although it was not made of the same material as the token Brother Zhaoyang gave him, the pattern on it was the same.

Therefore, he had a question.

Brother Zhaoyang said that he didn't have many friends when he was young. There was a man named Zheng in the neighboring Jumai Fort.

"Is your master Zheng Haisheng?"

Zhang Xing asked.

"yes……"

When Uncle Zhong said this, he couldn't take a breath and his face turned red from holding back.

Zhang Xing took a look and realized that if he didn't get treatment quickly, he might have died.

Since you are Brother Zhaoyang’s friend, let’s help.

He raised his hand and cast a light healing spell.

After three breaths, Uncle Zhong coughed twice, his breathing returned to normal, and most of the injuries in his body were healed.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A handsome young man appeared in front of him, holding the bronze medal handed to him by his master.

He vaguely remembered what he had said to the boy just now, but he could not recall the content.

I just remember that the master rushed over and tried to fight the two national masters, but the poison was too deep and he was killed in one round.

He wanted to fight for his life, but he knew that he only had a four-star warrior cultivation level, and his death would be in vain.

So he turned around and ran away, but unfortunately, he ran away a little too late.

The two national masters followed him leisurely from behind, like playing with mice.

As soon as he gets far away, punch him from behind.

With one breath, he persisted until now, thinking that he would definitely die.

But it was like a dream coming back to life.

"Your master's name is Zheng Haisheng, right?"

Zhang Xing asked again.

Uncle Zhong nodded, stood up from the ground and said, "Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Brother Zhaoyang's friend." Zhang Xing said.

"Is your surname Zhang?" Uncle Zhong's body was shaken, his eyes widened suddenly, and he asked hurriedly.

"You know me?" Zhang Xing asked in surprise.

"Yes...oh no, I don't know you. I heard the master talk about you!"

Uncle Zhong was a little flustered and became nervous when he spoke.