"Dad, why are you here?"
Song Ling had a playful smile on his face. There were all his uncles and uncles standing outside, and everyone looked at him with weird looks.
"You are so ridiculous. Who allowed you to enter this formation?"
Song Tianhao grabbed Song Ling's ear and lifted it up. A scream like a slaughtering pig came from Song Ling's mouth: "Dad, it hurts..."
"The family has forbidden it. No one is allowed to enter this formation. If you knowingly violate it, I will punish you by not leaving the house for three months."
This place has long been designated as a forbidden area, and outsiders cannot enter. Everyone in the Song family knows that no one will come out alive after entering this formation. Everyone is afraid to avoid it, and usually there is not even a shadow.
Liu Wuxie must have activated the formation. The Song family sensed it immediately and came to wait. They didn't know that it was Song Ling who led people in.
"Dad, this formation has been restored. If you don't believe me, ask Brother Liu."
Song Ling rubbed his ears vigorously, with a look of aggrievement on his face, thinking that his father would praise him, but it turned out to be a good thing, and he came up and beat him up.
"What did you say, the formation has been repaired?"
Song Tianhao and other Song family elders showed a hint of shock. They had spent all their family efforts to repair this formation for decades, but it had no effect. He went in and repaired it?
"It's absolutely true. It's all thanks to Brother Liu. Not only did he repair the formation, but he also improved the level of the formation."
The little fat man didn't lie about this. He was born in a formation family. He could judge whether the formation was good or bad. The scene inside was many times better than what was recorded in the family.
Everyone's eyes turned to Liu Wuxie. Isn't he the Xu family's son-in-law? How could he be here and still be able to repair the formation?
"Master Liu, is what Shuzi said true?"
Song Tianhao saw Liu Wuxie kill twelve Wanjia disciples with his own eyes, and his memory was still fresh in his mind. That stunning sword could not have been practiced for less than ten years.


Chapter completed!