Because they discovered that the young man in front of them was much more powerful than his peers in martial arts families.
But when they stopped holding back, they found that they still couldn't beat them...
More than ten people besieged a young man together, but they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Looking at his side, five or six people fell down.
The more Song Mingyi thought about it, the more surprised he became, but he was also very happy. He most hoped that his daughter could find a martial arts master. He knew his daughter well. She didn't like martial arts, she just liked music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the martial arts family did not accept martial arts. This
It doesn't make sense no matter what.
Therefore, Song Mingyi set his sights on his future son-in-law.
Ye Shitian's skills now make Song Mingyi very satisfied, and he doesn't care at all that he is no match for a junior. The more powerful his future son-in-law is, the happier he will be.
Song Mingyi was feeling happy when suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his face.
"Hey, don't let your mind wander when you're killing someone. Be careful and you risk your life."
Ye Shitian reminded.
"Young man, what a good guy, it's your turn to educate me? Watch your move!" Song Mingyi shouted and hit Ye Shitian again.
If more than ten people beat one person, Ye Shitian would be at a disadvantage no matter what, but only the person involved knew that.
"Brother, what should we do? We are no match at all. My son's face has been bruised. Are you still going to fight?" Song Rongcheng's second uncle said bitterly.
"Fight! We must fight! If we make a junior afraid of being beaten, how fucking embarrassing would it be if this spreads out?" Song Mingyi's face was full of determination, and he gritted his teeth.
"Brother, Third Sister has been knocked down again. Have you ever asked Cheng'er where this kid came from? I've never heard of a junior who is so good at fighting."
Song Mingyi shook his head and said solemnly: "I don't know. I'll ask you again after you pin him to the ground!"
Song Rongcheng's second uncle let out a long sigh, "Who can hold this..."
Song Rongcheng on the side covered his eyes after seeing this scene.
Yao Han was extremely excited and shouted: "Sister Cheng, look, Uncle Song and the others have all been beaten."
Ye Shitian grabbed a person, charged up his punch, and was about to hit the other person in the face. The person suddenly shouted: "No fight, no fight."
Hearing this, Ye Shitian's fist really stopped.
The man who made the noise took off the hood covering his face. It was a young man with bruises all over his face and blood streaming from the corners of his mouth. He shouted behind him: "Uncle, this is just a test for my son-in-law. If the beating continues, we will
The whole family is here."
The person who spoke was none other than Song Rongcheng's cousin.
"I won't fight. I won't fight either. I have a date tonight. How can I make a date now? Oh my, no matter how thick the foundation is, it can't cover it." A woman said, taking off her hood, she was equally satisfied.
The face is purple, this person is Song Rongcheng's cousin.
One person started, and the others took off their hoods one after another. No one was left intact.
Although it looked like more than a dozen people were beating up Ye Shitian just now, in fact, it was clearly Ye Shitian who dealt with them all alone. Everyone in the Song family had varying degrees of injuries on their faces, but Ye Shitian was fine at all.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha..." Song Mingyi smiled awkwardly, took off his hood, rubbed his face, took a breath, and said: "Hey, this young man is really awesome now. I didn't expect that I would be 10%.
Even my level is no match for you, not bad, not bad."
"Pfft!" Song Rongcheng's second uncle couldn't hold back, he laughed, and then hurriedly closed his mouth.
Song Rongcheng said helplessly: "Dad, if you have had enough fun, let's go in and prepare for dinner."
"You girl!" Song Mingyi scolded: "How can this be called playing? It's a test. We want to see if your boyfriend treats you well, but I'm still somewhat satisfied with his performance.
"
Ye Shitian sneered in his heart. When this group of people appeared before, he noticed something was wrong. Whether it was the knife that sneaked up on Song Rongcheng from the room or the way these people surrounded him, Ye Shitian didn't feel the slightest intention to kill. Looking at it now, he still felt something was wrong.
He's really not what you call a killer.
Looking at the martial arts families in the entire Xia Kingdom, it is estimated that only the Song family can do such a thing, right?
Song Mingyi and others had never met Ye Shitian.
In other words, in the martial arts family, their generation is not qualified to see Ye Shitian. Only a few people from Song Mingyi's father's generation are lucky enough to see Ye Shitian's true face.
"Um...Cheng'er, hurry up and introduce your boyfriend to us." Song Mingyi said with a smile.
"Hello, uncle, my name is Ye Shitian." Ye Shitian said proactively.
"Ye Shitian? Well, not bad." Song Mingyi patted Ye Shitian's shoulder, "Young man, you have a bright future. I'm very satisfied with your sense of responsibility. It's just that you need to practice more on your fists and feet, otherwise you'll have to wait
When I use 20% of my power, I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch a punch."
"Yes, yes." Ye Shitian nodded.
The Song family next to them were embarrassed to listen any more.
"Okay, let's have dinner!" Song Mingyi said with a hearty smile.
Five minutes later, Ye Shitian and three other people, as well as more than a dozen children of the Song family with bruises and swollen faces, sat at a round table to dine. The food on the table was very sumptuous, and it was not expensive dishes. They were all grown by the Song family themselves.
"That Ye Shitian, these are all green vegetables at home, don't dislike them." Song Mingyi took out a bottle of wine.
"No, you can't even eat this kind of green food outside." Ye Shitian said disapprovingly: "There's just one problem."
Song Mingyi opened the wine and asked, "What's the problem?"
"Uncle Song, is your test not over yet?" Ye Shitian raised his eyebrows.
"What test?" Song Mingyi was confused by these words. He looked at the rest of the people at the dinner table, and everyone else shook their heads.
"Really?" Ye Shitian asked again to confirm.
"It's gone, it's really gone." Song Mingyi shook his head resolutely and said, "Xiaoye, don't talk about this anymore, come and drink, drink."
"If not..." Ye Shitian's mouth turned cold, and then he flashed out of his seat and headed towards a screen.
This screen is carved from marble, with a thickness of eighty kilograms and a height of nearly three meters. It is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and has been in the Song family for many years.
Ye Shitian came to the screen and punched it.
The marble screen that had been placed in the Song family for more than ten years began to shatter under Ye Shitian's punch.
"this……"
Seeing this, everyone in the Song family looked at Ye Shitian in surprise, wondering what he was going to do.