When people come from the Fu family, they are not kind.
He came as a guest under the guise of traveling, and was only led by the infamous second son of the Fujian family. As the clan leader, Wei Changqun did not bother to receive him in person.
Firstly, it would be a loss of status, and secondly, if there was a conflict between the two parties, he would not be able to directly teach him a lesson, and he would only be humiliating himself.
After all, he is the elder and the head of the clan. Even if the Fu family has impure motives and wants to annex the Wei family, he cannot do such a thing as bullying the smaller ones.
If you do it, it will give the Fu family a legitimate excuse to attack the Wei family. If the division is famous, the two families will definitely meet each other.
A little impatience will mess up a big plan, and Wei Changqun doesn't want to see that kind of result for the time being.
The civil strife in the clan had just subsided, and he needed some time to consolidate people's hearts and conquer the forces that originally belonged to the three elders.
Furthermore, although Suning is in charge of the Wei family today, there is only one person after all.
On the other hand, the ancestors of the Fuluo family are both masters of the 18th level of martial arts. Once they take action, even if the Wei family is saved, their vitality will be greatly damaged.
Wei Changqun is worried, but he is worried. Now everyone from the Fu family is visiting as guests, and they have to receive them.
Thinking of this, he could only say to Wei Yun with a wry smile: "Yun'er, it's up to you to run for my father."
"Remember, as long as Fu Junxin's behavior and requirements are not too excessive, there is no need for you to argue with him."
"Endure the calm for a while and take a step back to open up the world. Personal face is small, but the interests of the family are big."
"My Wei family may not be able to get back today's gains and losses in the future."
Wei Yun nodded solemnly and said, "My daughter will remember it."
After that, she said goodbye to Suning, turned around and walked outside the house.
The latter's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll be with you."
Wei Yun was deeply surprised, first surprised and then delighted: "Master Yi, are you willing to accompany me?"
Suning said calmly: "The room is a little stuffy. I'll go for a walk and get some fresh air."
"Well, you're busy with your business, don't worry about me."
Wei Yun's eyes flashed, and she said with a bright smile: "Okay."
A group of three people, with Lu'er leading the way, went straight to the outer courtyard of the Wei family.
According to the little maid's account, the second son of the Fu family was observing the practice at the moment, saying that he wanted to take a good look at the way the disciples of the Wei family tempered their muscles and apply what they learned.
Wei Yun sneered at this and told Suning that the current patriarch of the Fu family has two sons. The eldest son Fu Junlin is an out-and-out martial arts genius. He is thirty-seven years old and has a thirteenth level of martial arts.
With handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, he is famous among the younger generation of the Thirteenth Dongluo Family.
The second son, Fu Junxin, is the dandy who visited the Wei family this time. He is thirty-three years old and has an eighth level of martial arts.
On weekdays, she was involved in everything from eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. She had a slightly feminine face, and she was arrogant and domineering.
He is a complete prodigal, dressed like a beast.
Speaking of this, Wei Yun even took a sip and said with an extremely disgusted expression: "A few years ago, he came to the Wei family and proposed to my father. He wanted to marry me."
"Fortunately, my father was open-minded and knew the scumbag's temperament, so he refused on the spot."
"if not......"
Listening to Wei Yun scolding the second son of the Fu family for their shameless behavior, Suning and the others soon arrived at the training ground in the outer courtyard.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was just right, and hundreds of Wei family disciples were wearing training uniforms, sweating profusely and hitting the wooden stakes in front of them.
The banging, banging, banging sound was endless, resounding from all directions, and lingered in the air for a long time.
And the second young master of the Fujian family, who was a man of wealth and beauty, was sitting on the armchair brought by the servant of the Wei family with a contented look on his face.
Sipping tea with one hand, raising the other hand high, talking loudly, and pointing out the country.
"Boy, you can't practice like this. Tempering the bones and refining the tendons, the bones are in front and the tendons are in the back."
"With Yimo's bone tempering, the bones have indeed become stronger, but what about your tendons? Did you eat them?"
"Hey, brother with the scar on your face, your fisting posture is wrong, are you playing cotton?"
"The one with long hair, your steps are unsteady and you are too weak. You are even weaker than me."
