Seeing that Suning didn't respond and was confident, Wei Yun said anxiously: "Father has long thought about killing chickens to scare monkeys, but it's easier said than done."
"Although the three elders are of their own sect, they all want to be the next head of the Wei family. But when it comes to targeting my father, they have already secretly joined forces."
"Three masters from the semi-immortal realm, three trump cards with the eighteenth level of martial arts, Mr. Yi, are you sure you can deal with them?"
Looking around, she asked nervously: "Did you convince your ancestor to personally come to help my Wei family?"
Suning said impatiently: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. Just do as I say."
Wei Yun was about to speak but stopped, hesitant.
Suning ridiculed: "If you don't do it, you will die. If you do it, there is still a chance of survival."
"Since you have asked for me, you should trust me unconditionally."
"You died, do you think I still have a chance to live in the Wei family?"
...
In the evening, the sun sets over the west mountain, in the Wei family meeting hall.
The atmosphere in the brightly lit living room was tense, like an ice cellar, extremely cold.
On the one hand, Wei Yun's father, Wei Changqun, gave his earnest advice, and Xiaozhi was moved by emotion and reason.
When I talk about the sad place, I can't help but shed tears in my eyes, and I am heartbroken with grief.
On the other side is the opposition faction headed by the three elders, who are content and content with nothing.
No matter what Wei Changqun said, the three of them remained unmoved and did not express their stance.
An expression of indifference as if the matter had nothing to do with him, making a really angry person gnash his teeth.
"Wei Changqun, everyone understands the principle of sharing the same hatred with the enemy. There is no need for you to talk nonsense and pretend to be benevolent and righteous."
"In a word, are you going to step back from the position of clan leader?"
"Withdraw, we brothers can sit down and talk quietly. Everything can be easily discussed."
"No retreat..."
With a sneer, the elder raised his head proudly and said jokingly: "You are the patriarch, and you should be the one to resolve the family's crisis."
"I'll wait, hey, you said it, mud can't hold up a wall."
The second elder and the third elder agreed one after another with a firm attitude.
Wei Changqun laughed angrily, but was helpless.
In terms of cultivation, he is at the seventeenth level of martial arts, and he is indeed superior to the three of them.
However, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. After all, the power of one person is limited, and he will definitely not be able to defeat the blatant collusion of the three elders.
If Wei Yun hadn't threatened him with death and forced him to hold a clan meeting, he would never have come here to waste his time.
Dozens of discussions in the past six months have yielded no results, so why should we unite the front tonight?
With this energy, he would rather retreat to comprehend the 18th level of martial arts, put himself to death and gamble on his future life.
The bet was won and the situation was turned around.
If you lose the bet, your fate is determined by fate.
"well."
Sighing silently, Wei Changqun's face was full of exhaustion.
He bent down from his straight waist and looked at Wei Yun and the mysterious young man of unknown origin in the seat on the right below him from the corner of his eye.
He was holding his breath and glared angrily at the three elders, wishing he could tear them apart.
One person closes his eyes and meditates, sits lazily, and wanders around.
Wei Changqun didn't know what his precious daughter could do to resolve the civil strife that he was helpless to do, nor did he know what the young man surnamed Yi would do by asking for his identity as "elder guest".
After waiting quietly for a moment, he finally couldn't bear it and reminded him in a deep voice: "Yun'er, you..."
"If you have nothing to do, please step back."
When the words came to his lips, he turned into a self-deprecating smile.
As the leader of the clan, he is in constant trouble, so how can he really put his hope in that mortal young man who "pretends to be a ghost"?
Wei Yun believed that it was because of her young age that she wanted to do her part when her family was in trouble.
Just like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw when he is about to sink to the bottom of the water, desperately trying to use it to surface.
But is this realistic?
No, it's not realistic.
With his eyelids drooping, Wei Changqun, who understood the situation clearly, waved his hand and said exhausted, "Let's go, everyone."