Under Zhang Tianhao's gaze, Song Sitian had to move his hand away. A clear palm print is impressive.
Zhang Tianhao was furious. He can tolerate the enemy's attack on him, but he can't tolerate the enemy's treatment of Si Tian. Song Sitian has a special place in his heart.
"That Hu Zhirong made the shot?" Zhang Tianhao gritted his teeth.
Song Sitian lowered his head, nodded to Zhang Tianhao and said, "Well, that's Hu Zhirong."
Zhang Tianhao gritted his teeth. Said to the elder Song Sitian: "Damn, how dare you bully a weak woman like this, this Hu Zhirong is dead. I'll go find them."
"My son, don't."
Song Sitian quickly grabbed Zhang Tianhao's hand.
Zhang Tianhao squinted his eyes and said to Song Sitian: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. But I can't tolerate someone shooting you."
Song Sitian was still a little worried and said to Zhang Tianhao: "My son, forget it, Sitian is fine."
Zhang Tianhao said helplessly to Song Sitian, "But the son, there are so many people in the Saint League. Si Tian is afraid that something will happen to the son."
Zhang Tianhao smiled coldly, and said disdainfully: "There are many people, but I am not a vegetarian. Now other people are bullied and pissed on the young man's head. Do you think the young man should bear this breath? "
Seeing that Song Sitian stopped talking, she just looked at Zhang Tianhao with endless worry in her eyes. He naturally knew, Song Sitian, what he was worried about. Therefore, he said to Song Sitian: "Don't worry, Sitian, the son is okay. You are now obediently waiting for the son to come back. Obedient."
Song Sitian has been with Zhang Tianhao for so long, and naturally knows his temper, and no one can dissuade him from making decisions. Therefore, I no longer persuade Zhang Tianhao. Just nodded to Zhang Tianhao and said, "My son, you must be careful, Si Tian is here waiting for you to come back."
"Ok!"
Zhang Tianhao glanced at Song Sitian, then at Zhang Xixi and He Suxin, nodded to them, and turned away.
"Hey, Xixi, this time Young Master Zhang is going to make another uproar. I just don't know how it will end." He Suxin was still very worried.
Until now, Zhang Xixi didn't seem to know the seriousness of the matter. She was also a little confused, and looked at her mother He Suxin and said, "Mother, what should we do now?"
He Suxin glanced at Zhang Xixi, and said faintly: "You only know now that you are afraid, aren't you filled with righteous indignation now?"
"Mother, when is it now, you still have to take a stand with your daughter." Zhang Xixi glared at He Suxin with some dissatisfaction.
He Suxin shook her head and said to Zhang Xi: "Okay, okay, mother doesn't say more."
Zhang Xixi said to He Suxin, "Mother, what should I do now?"
He Suxin said to Zhang Xixi: "It's very simple, go and tell Zhang Tianhao about going to the Saint League, find a way to tell his friends, mother heard you say that those friends of Zhang Gongzi have a deep background in Xiaoyao Sect. If you find them together, you can also take care of each other, then even if the influence of the Holy League in the Xiaoyao Sect is greater, you can also contend against each other."
"Ah, yes, I'm still a good mother, what is it called, Jiang is still hot." Zhang Xixi clapped his hands.
He Suxin glared at Zhang Xixi and hummed, "What do you mean by this? Are you saying that your mother is old?"
"Hee hee, of course not." Zhang Xixi put out his tongue embarrassedly to He Suxin.
"Okay, mother, Si Tian will go to communicate with those friends of Master Zhang now." Zhang Xixi said to He Suxin.
The Saint League of Xiaoyao Sect is a holy place for the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect. Almost disciples with a little potential will be absorbed by the Saint League and develop into disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. It can be said that as long as it can become a backbone in the Holy League of Xiaoyao Sect. It is also equivalent to reaching the sky in one step in Xiaoyao School. And if you can become the leader of the Holy League, or even the deputy leader. In Xiaoyao Sect, you can become a powerful competitor for the Son of God. As far as Zhang Tianhao knew. Wu Zixu is the deputy leader of Xiaoyaozong Saint League.
Zhang Tianhao came before the Saint League Hall. More than a dozen members of the Saint League of Xiaoyao Zong guarded the entrance of the Saint League. It's just that at this moment, these guards who are in charge of guarding are seeing Zhang Tianhao's appearance that the visitor is unkind. Zhang Tianhao's path was immediately blocked.
"What are you doing, are you a disciple of our Saint League?" A young man with triangular eyes looked at Zhang Tianhao and asked with some suspicion.
Zhang Tianhao glanced at the triangular-eyed youth and said faintly: "You call me Hu Zhirong."
"Hu Zhirong?"
The triangular-eyed young man looked at Zhang Tianhao and asked in surprise, "Do you know Brother Hu? Take out your identity token and let me have a look."
Zhang Tianhao became a little impatient, and said to the triangular-eyed young man: "I am not from your Saint League, call me Hu Zhirong to die."
The triangular-eyed young man was immediately angry when he heard that Zhang Tianhao was not a member of the Saint League. To him coldly said: "Wow, you are not from the Saint League, so you dare to entertain me."
The triangular-eyed youth shouted at the guards of a dozen Saint League around him: "Give me up, take him down."
More than a dozen Saint League guards all rushed towards Zhang Tianhao's place.
"court death!"
Zhang Tianhao blasted out a dozen punches in an instant, and these dozens of punches were lightning fast, almost indiscriminately blasting on the guards of the dozens of holy leagues.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Those more than a dozen Saint League youths couldn't see Zhang Tianhao's moves at all. I felt a pain in my body and then a pain in my chest. The whole person flew back like a broken kite.
The triangular-eyed youth saw Ge Ge less than a breath, and all his companions were brought down by Zhang Tianhao. The look was extremely fearful. At this moment, Zhang Tianhao was walking towards him step by step.
"You... What are you going to do? You are going to make trouble here." The triangular-eyed young man looked at Zhang Tianhao's stern voice.
Zhang Tianhao's body shook, and the next second he appeared like a ghost in front of the triangular-eyed youth, grabbed his neck, and said coldly: "Are you threatening me?"
The young man with triangle eyes blushed and his neck was thick when he was pinched by Zhang Tianhao. Frightened: "I didn't mean that."
"Tell me, where is Hu Zhirong?"
Zhang Tianhao looked at the triangular-eyed youth every word.
The triangular-eyed young man felt the boundless murderous aura on Zhang Tianhao, and quickly said to him: "At this moment, I am in the Saint League."
"well!"
Zhang Tianhao threw it fiercely. The triangular-eyed youth screamed, and his whole body, like a cannonball, hit the wall and fell to the ground. He fainted with blood from the mouth.