My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Outside the ancient medical gate.

Nie Yinniang held out her belly.

Although it is not big, it is already pregnant.

"Now I know that I am so happy to have a little life in my belly." The woman's face was filled with the brilliance of maternal love.

"Yinniang, I might not come back once I leave, so take care of yourself."

"You don't have to worry about it, I have a son."

"How do you know it's your son?"

"Nonsense, I am the Immortal Emperor, can't I read it myself?"

It’s really nonsense. Immortals have spiritual consciousness and can sense whether they are men or women.

well!Zeng Jing was speechless.

I didn't expect to leave a legacy in Yunling Wonderland, and I will come back to see it if I have the opportunity in the future.

Puji Sanren gave a few words of advice and then went back.

Zeng Jing waved his hand and the figure disappeared.

Shenyun Sect is the largest sect in Yunling Fairyland.

He has thousands of disciples.

The master of the sect, Yun Ling Immortal Lord, is hundreds of thousands of years old.

This space is magical, and immortal cultivators live surprisingly long lives.

The Immortal Lord outside lives a hundred thousand years, but here it is at least five times longer.

Yun Ling Immortal is the only Immortal in this space. Zeng Jing feels that he is like the Seven Immortals Star Lord, he must be ridiculously powerful.

Since Shenyun Sect could not break through forcefully, Zeng Jing could only choose to worship the mountain.

Senior brother Zhao Wenlong, a third-generation disciple, carefully observed Zeng Jing's expression, but could not tell the depth of his cultivation.

"Young man, tell me what you have to say. If it's not a big deal, don't bother the elders."

"I want to use Yunbao Pond."

"Nonsense, Yunbao Pond never allows outsiders to enter, let alone borrow."

"You are just a third-generation disciple. Can you be the leader? You'd better ask the person in charge to come out."

"How dare you look down on me, how dare I not teach you a lesson?"

Zhao Wenlong's silver spear appeared out of thin air and stabbed Zeng Jing.

Fertile grass!Zeng Jing thought Changshan Zhao Zilong was resurrected.

The silver gun is somewhat similar, but without the white horse.

The white horse and silver gun are the standard equipment of Changshan Zhao Zilong.

Although there is only one word difference in their names, they are two real people.

Zeng Jing raised her hand and directly pressed the tip of the gun with her palm.

The silver gun burst out with thousands of rays of light, but it could not pierce Zeng Jing's palm, and Zeng Jing's figure did not move at all.

Zhao Wenlong's face turned red from holding back, and he felt like shit had reached his anus.

At this time, he also understood that he was no match for Zeng Jing. Zeng Jing pushed forward and Zhao Wenlong fell to the ground with his gun.

"Just a fairy king, don't show your shame."

"Who is making such a noise here? What a loud tone!" An old man walked down the steps.

This man has silver hair, eyes like a torch, and an extraordinary aura.

Zhao Wenlong quickly bowed and saluted: "Master, this person wants to borrow the Yunbao Pond. I have refused, but he is still messing around."

"Hmph! The Yunbao Pond is the private property of our God Yun Sect, how can it be used by outsiders?"

"who are you?"

"I am Yue Mingkun, the fifth elder of Shenyun Sect."

"The Yunbao Pond is obviously a thing from the first creation of the world. How old is the Shen Yun Sect? How come it has become your private property?"

"So what? The Shenyun Sect established its sect here, and it belongs to us."

"You're talking about bandit logic. Whoever occupies it gets it, so if I rob it, does it count as mine?"

"Then we want to see if you have this ability? Let me try your depth."

This person held a miniature version of the halberd and stabbed Zeng Jing from the air.

Zeng Jing moved Liu Yun Fei Sleeve, and both of them flew into the air.

"Thousand Halberds!"

This kind of moves are all leftover from Zeng Jing's playing, not to mention that this person is just an Immortal Emperor.

"Shen Gathering Palm!"

Zeng Jing changed the God Converging Slash into a palm technique, and slapped the front of the short halberd with one palm. Yue Miankun's figure flew into the sky like a shooting star.

The disciples of the Shenyun Sect were dumbfounded. Together with the fifth elder, they couldn't even catch a single move.

It's fine now, and I don't know where the person has flown to?

Not long after, Yue Mingkun flew back from the sky in a hurry.

He looked like a beggar in tattered clothes, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a miserable state.

"Boy, let's fight again."

"Pull him down, if I add two points of strength, can you still come back alive?" Zeng Jing sneered.

"May I ask what your cultivation level is?"

"Not high, just the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor."

"It turns out to be the Immortal Emperor. You should have told me earlier! I will report it to the head master right now."

Old guy, you are really good at changing the situation according to the wind!