Elder Song Xiuwen's strength is actually not bad. The fourteenth level of force cultivation is considered medium among elders. In terms of strength on paper, most of the core members of the general aristocratic family are also in this level range. Moreover, he has been at the fourteenth level for twenty years, and according to the Song Clan's point of view, he is experienced.
Usually, in Song Xiuwen's self-boasting, he has always claimed that even if he is facing a master general, he can do one or two tricks, and the master general has the ability to escape. As for the strong players of the same level, he has also defeated one or two, and the basic winning rate is 100%. After all, there are too few things that require the elders of the Song Clan to do it themselves. If there is a real need, most of them are hired people to do it.
There were a lot of this kind of talk, and gradually Song Xiuwen himself believed it, and even half of the people who heard him believed it. The cultivation bases of the other elders are not the same as Song Xiuwen, and some are not as good as him. Song Xiuwen felt invincible at the same level, and the other elders naturally thought: "My old man is no worse than you in any way, and you are invincible at the same level, how can I beat more than half of it?"
If the inner world of the elders of the Song Clan is integrated, then in this world, at the level of their contemporaries, the force of the Song Clan is probably the top among the powerful families, and it is a little worse than the Zhang Clan: Enter Zhang Boqian.
Zhao Bai's two factions are not the same. Is it because the top military power is weak? The old ones are older than them, and they may die at some point, and the young ones are all brats. In terms of the backbone of the prime of life, the Song clan is better. As for the Song clan's military exploits, there are more than one or two who have made meritorious service to the earl like Uncle Gu Xun. During the war, the probability of armament transportation and frontline outposts being stolen is the same, and those who ridicule the Song Clan for not being successful are all narrow-minded people.
Qianye's slap woke them up from their delusions. Some older elders were still confused: Why were they beaten away? Not so! Xiuwen is the fourteenth level of force!
There was silence in the presbytery, and no one spoke for a while.
Qianye moved his fingers, and said calmly: "Is there any elder who wants to teach, stand up and speak, and hide in the crowd and think I don't know?"
An elder who had been standing in a corner came out in a row. He was tall and erect, with bones like steel. It was Song Tu, the elder of Zhige Hall. He said in a deep voice, "Qianye, no matter how powerful you are, you have not reached the world yet Invincible! The Song Clan is not a place for you to run wild."
Song Zining next to him sighed and said, "Uncle Jiutang, are you also on the side of these people?"
Song Tu coughed lightly, his rough face flushed, and said: "Xiaoqi, we'll talk about this later. Now you bring people to the elders' meeting, it's not right. I am the elder of Getang, so naturally I can't just sit idly by."
Song Zining's expression turned cold, and he said, "Can we talk about it later? When will we talk about it later, after the Song Clan has completely collapsed? Uncle Jiutang, I respect you for your courage and righteousness. If you don't want to, you will have today."
Song Tu was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "The family has its rules, and the family has its laws. No matter what, my Gaoling Song Clan's Presbyterian Church is not a place where outsiders can run wild. Zhige Hall's responsibility lies, how can we just sit back and watch? "
With Song Tu in the lead, the group of elders immediately gained confidence, and someone beside him immediately stood up and said, "A Tu is right, that's the reason! Not to mention Qianye, even Xiao Qi, you are not considered to be part of the Song family. , it is a grace to let you step into this manor, how dare you do something reckless?"
Song Zining turned a deaf ear, just stared at Song Tu, and said, "Uncle Jiutang, what do you say?"
Song Tu frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want me to do?"
"Do you see how the Patriarch did it?"
Song Tu held the right palm behind his back and nodded slowly, "Okay, I'm sick today, I'm resting in my room, and I didn't come to the elders' meeting."
After all, he left without looking back.
"Hmph! Useless stuff! Since he doesn't dare to take care of it, then let the old man try your skills! Let me see, under such a big name, how capable are you!"
A tall old man stepped out from behind the crowd, it was Song Zhongcheng, the original great elder of the Song Clan. Qianye still recognized him, and even remembered that during the Song Clan's final exam, this old man attacked him regardless of his identity. If it wasn't for Song Tu's resistance and Mrs. An Guogong's wife, Qianye would have been seriously injured at that time.
Today, the two met again, still on this occasion.
Qianye looked at Song Zining and asked, "What should I do?"
Song Zining's eyes were indifferent, and he said in a low voice: "What else can I do? That slap of yours reminded me that sometimes when I act, I just look forward and backward, afraid of this and that. I've been pushed to a desperate situation, and I don't mind so much What are you doing?"
Qianye smiled brightly, and said, "Understood, beat me to death?"
Song Zining rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Don't really beat him to death!"
Qianye nodded, and began to wring his knuckles to crackle.
The two talked as if no one was watching, as if the room was full of mud and wood sculptures. Song Zhongcheng's anger was no small matter, he lifted his breath and shouted, "I want to see how you two juniors beat me to death!"
He is one of the top powerhouses of the Song Clan, but he can't cross the threshold of the god general. No matter what, he doesn't believe that he will lose in the hands of a yellow-mouthed kid.
Song Zining said, "You haven't fought with outsiders for a long time, right?"
Song Zhongcheng said with a sullen face, "So what?"
Song Zining nodded, turned to the elders, and said, "I think the elders are also like this. They practice behind closed doors, counting their levels, and feel that their combat power is not weak. In fact, what Qianye said is absolutely true, and those who have been fighting for years Compared with the people fighting on the battlefield, everyone here is rubbish!"
The faces of all the elders changed at the same time, before they could get angry, Qianye let out a long laugh, and made a bold move!
Qianye took a step forward, and when he landed, the entire elder hall shook, and then he punched Song Zhongcheng in the chest.
This punch was ordinary, neither fast nor heavy, it just kept vibrating, which seemed mysterious. Song Zhongcheng spoke tough, but after all, Qianye was too famous, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart. He did his best as soon as he made a move, summoned all the original force, folded his arms, and blocked Qianye's punch from the front.
When fists and arms collided, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corners of Qianye's lips, and he suddenly shouted loudly, and the thunder sounded all over his body. Inside Song Zhongcheng's body!
In just an instant, Song Zhongcheng's arms and bones were shattered, and the man was thrown backwards like a cannonball, hitting a big hole in the wall, then piercing through three walls in a row, until he rushed out of the entire courtyard where the side hall was located, and then he landed with all his strength.
Until this time, he had just spat out a mouthful of blood, blooming like a flower.
The elders were stunned for a moment, but Song Zining was furious: "Oh! You opened another hole! I thought it would be good to block the door, but what should I do now?"
Many elders' eyes suddenly went dark, and this seventh young master wanted to close the door and beat the dog, so it turned out that he was also a dark-hearted person.
Qianye chuckled and said, "I'm in charge here, you just need to block the main entrance."
He was talking, but his hands were not idle. He took a step sideways, and a semicircular force shield appeared in front of him, and directly slapped over ten elders!
With a muffled bang, half of the dozen or so elders flew out, and the rest staggered back, and many of them vomited blood.
Qianye turned around, swept across with his foot, and drew another crescent-shaped force blade, knocking seven or eight elders into the air. Fortunately, the edge of this original force blade is blunt, otherwise someone will inevitably be cut in half.
Immediately Qianye hit his shoulders and elbows, and each blow was accompanied by great strength and a thick original shield. The elders seemed to be chiseled by a sledgehammer, or trapped in an ancient clock, and they were thrown off their feet for a while. With every punch and every kick of Qianye, several of them would fly up or fall down.
When he was hit, blood flashed around Qianye's body, and countless thin lines of blood appeared!
"Hey!! What are you doing?!" Song Zining's voice became louder and louder.
Only then did Qianye withdraw the blood line, and said a little embarrassedly: "Happy playing, instinct, instinct, haha, hahaha!"
"Instinct, you big-headed ghost!" Song Zining pointed at Qianye's nose and called out, "You are having fun, what are you doing now?"
Only then did Qianye realize that all the elders had turned into gourds, and none of them could stand still. He was also a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, more than half of them must be pretending to be dead. Later, everyone will stab a few times to see who is pretending to be dead, and just beat them again."
Song Zining snorted, and said, "It's too troublesome, forget it, you beat up everyone, so you don't need to demolish the house."
As he spoke, he stomped on the ground a few times, and the whole hall shook immediately, and the shaking became stronger and stronger. In a blink of an eye, it collapsed amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves, burying all the elders underneath.
Qianye and Song Zining were of course the first to rush out. The elders also lifted the debris from their heads and got out of the ruins. Some hurriedly turned back and scraped the ruins to help their close friends crawl out from below. . Take a closer look at those elders. Although they are disheveled and wounded, they can move, and most of them are still flexible. It seems that as Qianye said, many people are pretending to be dead.
By this time, it was obvious that the situation could no longer be resolved by talking about it. Many elders also went all out, and someone shouted: "This little thief is arrogant! The Supreme Elder must come and deal with them! Where is Elder Lu? Why isn't he here?"
An elder next to him was a little embarrassed, and reminded in a low voice: "Elder Lu has a foreign surname after all. Although he is the Supreme Elder, our current elders will have a collegial meeting... well, he is not easy to participate, so we didn't invite him. You understand. "
Only then did the elder understand, oh a few times, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Come on, someone is plotting to assassinate the elder! Come on, and arrest all the assassins!"
These few voices from him were filled with profound force and full of energy, and they spread throughout the entire garden in an instant. At this time, there were still many guests who did not leave, and they all rushed over when they heard the sound, and they came faster than the guards of the Song Clan.
The guests who can live in Lianxin Xiaozhu are all distinguished. The servants of the Song Clan have been told ten times and hundreds of times, and the appearance of each distinguished guest is kept in mind. Now that I see them, none of them dare to be rude. There is an obstacle, let them run over.
Many of the guests had sharp eyesight and insight, and immediately pointed at Qianye, dumbfounded. Those who didn't know Qianye also had some guesses in their hearts, and hurriedly pulled the dazed person to ask. After some whispering, the latter suddenly realized, and stared at Qianye up and down, as if looking at a rare and rare treasure.
Someone was impatient and said, "It's really courageous..."
The friends who were close to him hurriedly grabbed him, hissed, and begged softly: "Be careful, this Qianye can't move?"
The predecessor was taken aback, and humbly asked for advice, "Why can't you move?"
The man had a heartbroken look on his face, and he reprimanded: "Have you never seen him do anything, haven't you heard about his achievements? This is a fierce man, under the command of a god, and he wants to touch him? If he can escape alive Not bad! Besides, I heard that this person has ambiguous ties to several big figures above. No matter whether they are on one side or both sides, it is better to spend less time in this kind of muddy water. Alas, you are usually quite smart. Why are you so stupid now like an elder from the Song Clan?"
The predecessors hurriedly said: "Thank you for your advice! Sigh, I don't know what's wrong recently, I always feel dizzy. Could it be that the original force has increased too fast and my realm is unstable? But don't worry, brother, no matter how stupid I am, I won't be so stupid. That level."
"Okay, let's stop talking and watch a show!"
The two stood side by side, stretching their necks, looking like they were ready to watch a good show, and they didn't feel that it was inappropriate to do so as the direct descendant of the eldest family of a high-ranking family.