Meng Xianchong looked ashamed, turned around and was about to leave the field. However, everyone saw that he had just made a move, and was stopped by an unknown young man. His face was somewhat ugly, but he couldn't care about that now.
Sure enough, Meng Xianchong had just taken steps. How could the Song family allow him to leave the field so easily? Song Yan's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily at Meng Xianchong, "Clan Chief Meng! You can come and go so freely? Is there anyone else in your eyes?
exist?"
Meng Xianchong paused, knowing that he was in the wrong, but at this time he could never give in. He immediately sneered, "Master Song Zhuang said harshly. Everyone can clearly see what happened just now, although we don't know what Jiatong did.
However, the auras of Meng Qi and the others have indeed dissipated. If not, I would not be so anxious!" With that, Meng Xian rushed to the main hall and cupped his hands, "And today is the birthday of the Lord of the City. If Jiatong misses, I am afraid that the Lord of Songzhuang will be killed.
It doesn’t look good in terms of face either. I’m doing this for the sake of Songzhuang, so I’d like to ask the owner of the village to make a clear decision.”
"Hahaha!" Song Yan looked up to the sky and laughed crazily, "Meng Xianchong! Since you know that today is the birthday of the city lord, you should also know the rules of this martial arts meeting. As an elder of the Meng family, you are under the control of the younger generation.
We all saw clearly what happened during the sparring. If we, the Song family, hadn't stopped you, I'm afraid that Jia Tong would have become a ghost in your hands right now!" Song Yan pointed at his daughter, who looked a little pale.
Song Jiatong, "My daughter, how could I not know when Jiatong was cruel and ruthless? Even if you, the younger generation of the Meng family, instigated you several times, how could Jiatong kill you? On the contrary, it was you, Meng Xianchong, who took action regardless of your identity."
Sneak attack, you must give us an explanation today."
Meng Xianchong knew that the people in Songzhuang could do nothing for him, so he looked into the main hall for help. Perhaps just a word from the owner here could help him out, but Xiao Qiong was sitting on the throne, his face as sinking as water.
, seemed to be interested in watching the fun, but Meng Xianchong could only snort coldly, "Master Song, in this case, what kind of explanation do you want? Your daughter is now unharmed and is in the limelight. Do you want to follow us?
Will the Meng family be satisfied just to become enemies?"
Everyone's eyes were turned to Song Jiatong, who was in the limelight just now. Jiatong was holding the dragon pattern halberd with one hand because of excessive consumption. Fortunately, Meng Qi and the other three had given up. If they were really shameless to attack her,
I'm afraid she has no power to fight back at this time. Chen Su slowly came behind Jia Tong and sighed softly. Jia Tong's temper was really stubborn. Even Chen Su just thought that the three children of the Meng family were being raped.
She took action to kill him, and it seemed that Jia Tong was slightly better than him in terms of cultivation alone, whether it was Yuan power or mental power.
Song Jiatong blinked her big eyes. Her father was angry and stood up for her. Jiatong's heart felt warm. However, this was indeed not the time to start a feud with the Meng family. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to go to such trouble just now to spare the lives of Sanxiao. Thinking of this,
At this time, she pretended to be well-behaved for the first time, "Dad, my daughter is fine. I think Patriarch Meng must not have tried his best, otherwise..." After saying that, she looked back at Chen Su, "Yisu
My brother’s ability is probably not strong enough to receive a blow from Patriarch Meng.”
Song Yan frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, Jia Tong was willing to speak for the Meng family. The three clan elders also stood up and came to Song Yan's side. They whispered: "Today is the city lord's birthday. We are right about this matter just now. Everyone knows it."
I know it well, but if the clan leader continues to pester me, I'm afraid the city lord will be displeased."
"This..." Song Yan pondered slightly and turned his head to look into the main hall. At this time, Xiao Qiong was sitting on the throne with his eyes slightly narrowed. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Yes, if Xiao Qiong was willing to punish the Meng family for their crimes.
, Lu Yun will not be asked to announce the result of the battle. "Hey." Song Yan sighed softly.
At this moment, Meng Xianchong raised his hands and shouted into the main hall: "Meng Xianchong knows the crime, please punish me, the Lord of the City."
Xiao Qiong sat on the throne, frowning slightly. After waiting for a moment, he stood up helplessly, "There is indeed something wrong with what Chief Meng said, but it is understandable to worry about the descendants." As he spoke, he looked over.
A smile appeared in the corner of Song Yan's eyes, "Master Song, why don't you just put this matter aside for my sake? What do you think?"
As expected, it was not what Song Yan expected, but Songzhuang was in the limelight, and it was really not appropriate to pursue this matter any further. "How dare Song Yan disobey the city lord when he comes forward to make peace? Just obey his orders."
Xiao Qiong nodded with satisfaction, "That's very good. In addition, this kid Jiatong has good conduct and is really a rare talent." Xiao Qiong praised her, her affection was beyond words.
"Thank you City Lord for your good words." Song Yan thanked Xiao Qiong with a bow, and then pointed at Meng Xianchong, "Clan Chief Meng, I hope that what happened today will not happen again. Otherwise, I, Songzhuang, will never give up.
"
"Huh!" Meng Xianchong said with the same cold tone, "Master Song, let's talk to each other." After saying that, he jumped back to the Meng family's seat. Song Yan became more and more angry as he thought about it. If it had been a few years ago,
, how dare the Meng family talk to him like this, but all this is because their talents in Songzhuang are withered, and they are not appreciated by Xiao Qiong.
Seeing that her father and Meng Xianchong had given up, Song Jiatong reached out and pulled out the dragon-patterned halberd, slung it behind her back, turned to Chen Su and chuckled: "Little guy, I didn't see that you still had these two moments. Thank you just now."
Chen Su smiled slightly, bowed his head and followed Song Jiatong to exit the venue.
"Sister Jiatong!" A soft shout suddenly came from behind. Song Jiatong stopped but did not turn around. Meng Qi held his hand behind her again, "Thank you!"
Song Jiatong raised the halberd and said in a cold voice: "There is no need to thank me, just thank you. Today is the birthday of the Lord of the City. If we meet again tomorrow, Jiatong will definitely not hold back, and I hope you will not be like today again."
After saying that, Jia Tong and Chen Su had already retreated to the sidelines, leaving only Meng Qi standing in the court with blushing faces.
…
After two rounds of competition, the Qin family and the Ning family each defeated their opponents. When the Qin and Zuo families fought, the Zuo family was so frightened by Qin Lei's power that they did not dare to appear on the stage. Instead, the Zuo family's patriarch said from the sidelines.
After a few words of compliment, Qin Lei gave up in triumph. The Ning family and the Tang family had a fierce battle. Faced with the overwhelming advantage of the Ning family, the Tang family finally lost and the Ning family won. It was almost dusk at this time, Xiao
Qiong was in high spirits, and no one dared to dampen his enthusiasm, so after a little preparation, everyone had to burn the midnight oil to fight again.
Among the major sects, only the Song, Qin, and Ning families are qualified to continue participating in the war. Although Qin Lei has consumed some physical strength, he is still talking loudly on the sidelines, but from time to time he will secretly cast his eyes on Song.
After the battle with the three children of the Meng family, Song Jiatong and Chen Su completely calmed down and rested their minds. After that, Lu Yun followed Xiao Qiong's wishes and arranged several games one after another in his personal capacity.
In the arena where people came to celebrate their birthdays, there were quite a few people with good cultivation among them. After several battles, everyone enjoyed watching them. Although it was not as thrilling as Song Jiatong's one, it still attracted everyone's attention. Until
The moon rises above the branches, and the arena is coming to an end. Xiao Qiong also has his own reward, and most of these people just want to show their face here to seek a future, so after achieving their goal, they will retreat one by one. The main action is still in these big buildings.
between families.
After the arena was over, Lu Yun stepped into the arena with a bamboo tube in his hand, and raised his hands to the Song, Qin, and Ning families respectively, "As the head of the family, it's late, I think everyone is almost rested, why not let us continue
Martial arts meeting." As he spoke, he raised the bamboo tube forward, "There are three sticks here, but only two of them have been approved with a stroke of red paint." Lu Yun smiled slightly, "Of course, the red paint has been approved by the city lord.
At the heart of the bamboo." At this time, the whole audience was silent, and everyone listened quietly to Lu Yun's words, "The two tribes who have drawn the red paint must fight in this battle first, and then the winner will face the natural consequences.
It’s just another tribe.”
After Lu Yun finished speaking, there were soft whispers on the sidelines. Everyone seemed to feel that this arrangement was unfair. Playing two games in a row would not be easy for anyone, and those who did not draw the red lottery would not have the most.
Big bargain? Lu Yun seemed to see everyone's doubts, cleared his throat, and continued: "Everyone, please listen to Lu. These two games are not the final competition. It is too early to draw conclusions now.
.”
Everyone was in an uproar. Isn't this the final competition? What does it mean? Are there any other arrangements? Lu Yun smiled mysteriously, "When the time comes, everyone will naturally understand that the Drunk Immortal Drink is not an ordinary thing. It can be easily obtained."
If you can get it, wouldn't you be living up to the good intentions of the Lord of the City?" Then Lu Yun raised his voice slightly and suppressed everyone, "Then now let's invite the three family heads of Song, Qin and Ning to come forward and draw lots!"
Song Yan couldn't help but regret coming to participate in this martial arts competition, so they would have to be fooled around by Xiao Qiong. Seeing that Song Yan was a little hesitant, the three clan elders and Song Yi had to persuade them. After all, they were already here, anyway.
He had to act according to Xiao Qiong's wishes. Now was not the time to offend the city lord. Song Yan had no choice but to restrain his anger and walked into the field. At this time, the heads of the Qin and Ning families were already waiting for Lu Yun.
Beside him, Lu Yun smiled and waited for Song Yan to arrive. He gently pushed the bamboo tube in his hand forward and said, "Three heads of the family, please!"
Song Yan and the three of them looked at each other in confusion, neither one of them was willing to reach out first. Finally, Qin Baichuan grinned, "Since you two are unwilling to make the first move, let me take the lead." After that, Qin Baichuan stretched out his big hand like dry tree bark.
He stretched out the bamboo tube and grasped a bamboo stick in his hand. Then Ning Xiyan raised his fist towards Song Yan and said, "Master Song, please."
Song Yan returned the gift with his hands raised, "Clan Chief Ning, please!"
Song Yan and Song Yan reached out their hands at the same time, but they pinched the same bamboo stick. They looked at each other and smiled. Song Yan was quick and took the other bamboo stick in his hand. Ning Xiyan smiled and had to take out the remaining bamboo stick.
A stick. The three people held the bamboo stick in their hands, and they all used a little force to break the bamboo stick. At this moment, everyone's expressions became interesting, including Lu Yun.