As an elder and a reputable person, Song Yangtian had never been so mercilessly humiliated in public by a junior. The raging anger carrier and the explosive infuriating energy surged out of his body and turned into a stream of energy.
The red sword light was directed towards Jiang Wen's face.
"Song Yangtian, at your age, are you living like a dog? You actually attack a junior in public, and you don't feel ashamed?"
At this moment, a roar full of rage suddenly sounded from the street again, and then a figure with green light all over his body suddenly flashed from the end of the street, his feet touching the roof of a house.
With a strong step on his body, his figure appeared in front of Song Yangtian like lightning.
"Qingxuan Palm!"
Thick zhenqi spurted out, condensed into a giant blue palm the size of a millstone in the air, and slammed down on Song Yangtian's head.
boom!
The exchange of green and red, the collision of the sword energy and the giant palm, was like a thunderous explosion, which made most people on the street feel their hearts tremble, and they quickly covered their ears and stepped back one after another.
Invisible energy burst out and swept through Song Yangtian's body. He retreated four or five meters back before he stopped steadily. Every time he took a step back, a deep footprint was left under his feet. This shows that the two sides were facing each other.
How powerful Todoroki is.
"Father!"
Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Jiang Wen felt happy and couldn't help shouting.
The savior who suddenly arrived was none other than Jiang Wen and Jiang Long'er's father, Jiang Xian. Although they had not seen each other for more than three years, the familiar voice and figure, as well as the slightly majestic eyes, have always been engraved on their minds.
In Jiang Wen's heart, until they met today, there was no trace of alienation in his heart. This is the true family affection that blood is thicker than water.
"Don't use your true energy without permission. My father will seek justice for you!"
Knowing that Jiang Wen was seriously injured, Jiang Xian quickly comforted him, then immediately turned his gaze to Song Yangtian and sneered: "I haven't seen you for a year, but your skills are still so bad. You can't even take a slap from me, and you dare to ask for it."
Come and teach my son a lesson, you don’t even pee and show yourself what you look like, are you qualified?”
"Jiang Xian, stop talking nonsense!"
Song Yangtian's face was extremely gloomy, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he pointed at Song Yuanheng who was held hostage by Jiang Wen, and said coldly: "My son was beaten like this, you must give me an explanation today!"
Although he knew that he was no match for Jiang Xian, Song Yangtian's tone was still as tough as ever.
"You were kicked in the head by a donkey, do you want me to give you an explanation?"
Jiang Xian accentuated his tone, and the disdain and ridicule on his face became stronger. He glanced at Song Yuanheng and sneered: "The so-called genius that your Song family spares no effort to promote is nothing more than that. In a head-on duel, he lost to
My son, I can only say that he was not good at learning, so he was lucky enough not to kill him on the spot!"
After saying that, Jiang Xian looked up at Jiang Wen and said softly: "Let him go, so as not to accuse us Jiang family disciples of bullying the weak!"
"knew!"
Jiang Wen nodded, put away his sword, then stepped forward, grabbed Song Yuanheng's shoulder, swung it back hard, and threw it directly towards Song Yangtian.
Now that the top leaders of the two families have appeared, if Jiang Wen continues to kill, it will only cause an endless fight between the two families. But if Song Yuanheng is let go so easily, Jiang Wen will certainly not be willing to accept it, and no one will pay attention.
Arrive, just when he grabbed Song Yuanheng's shoulders, an invisible force emerged from his palm and quietly lurked into Song Yuanheng's body.
"Okay, very good, you all wait!"
Song Yangtian didn't notice Jiang Wen's little move at all. He held the frightened Song Yuanheng with one hand and threatened with an angry smile: "Among the younger generation of disciples of the Jiang family, a genius finally emerged. You must
Keep an eye on him and don't let me seize the opportunity, otherwise..."
"These words are also given to you!" Jiang Xian smiled, and the same fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"snort!"
Since the threat was useless, Song Yangtian was not willing to stay here and humiliate himself. He turned around suddenly and jumped up with Song Yuanheng. His figure flashed several times in the crowd and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Watching Song Yangtian's embarrassed figure leave, the stern expression on Jiang Xian's face softened, then he turned around and looked at Jiang Wen, who had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, with concern and love in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay
Boy, I haven’t seen you in three years, and you have really grown a lot, and you actually defeated Song Yuanheng in front of everyone. Now the old guys in the family will stop nagging in my ears that there is no successor!"
"Dad, why did you come so late and caused your brother to get hurt!"
At this time, Jiang Tong'er, who had just come to her senses, immediately ran up and threw herself into her father's arms. Lihua couldn't stop crying. The scene that just happened really frightened her.
My little heart is still beating fast, thinking that I will never see my loved ones again.
"You little ghost girl, how dare you hit me!"
Jiang Xian glared at her and blamed him angrily: "If you little girls hadn't sneaked out of the house and left the guards behind, how could you have caused such trouble?"
Jiang Long'er, who was already feeling aggrieved, cried even harder when she heard this accusation.
"Okay, isn't it already safe?"
Jiang Wen hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, then changed the subject, pointed at Zhuang Wenjie and Zhang Chengtian who were standing aside, and introduced: "Father, these two are my senior brothers and my child's best friends. They are gifted and talented.
The qualifications are all outstanding!”
While they were talking, Zhuang Wenjie and Zhang Chengtian also came forward to greet them. Jiang Xian had obviously known the two of them for a long time and knew that they were both extremely talented. He did not act like his elders, but talked politely.
After a few words, they both expressed their affirmation of their cultivation and were very easy-going.
On the way back, Jiang Wen asked: "By the way, father, when did you come to Ziyuan Valley? Why didn't you notify me in advance so that I could come and greet you?"
"Only the Great Elder and I are here this time, and the inner disciple selection competition is approaching soon, so I didn't notify you!"
Jiang Xian explained: "This time Lingyun Sect held the inner disciple selection competition, our Jiang family was also allocated three recommendation places, so we brought Long'er and the others with us. You also know that the young people of our generation in the Jiang family
, almost none of them are successful, so I don’t expect them to have any good results, as long as they can gain a long experience, understand that there are people outside the world, and no longer rely on the shadow of the family to be complacent, that’s it!”
"So, Song Yuanheng is also here to participate in the inner disciple selection competition?" Jiang Wen frowned slightly, then seemed to have figured out something again, and a strange sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"That's right!"
Jiang Xian sighed and said with waning spirits: "There are many talented people among the younger generation of disciples of the Song family. Now five people have been successfully promoted to inner disciples of Lingyun Sect, but in our Jiang family, only your cousin Jiang Moling is in Luan Mingfeng.
To succeed, this will be very detrimental to the development of our Jiang family in the next few decades!"
"Is it so important for the family that a family disciple becomes an inner disciple of Lingyun Sect?" Jiang Wen asked in confusion.
"You don't understand now, there are many interests involved here!"
Perhaps because Jiang Wen was still young, Jiang Xian didn't explain much. He just reached out and patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "But fortunately, with you here, the gap between us and the Song family has been evened.
The role of a true disciple to the family is equal to the contribution of ten inner disciples. I have another purpose in coming to Lingyun Sect this time, which is to visit your master Meng Guxuan. If I can get his support, it will really be a success.
It’s foolproof.”
"I understand!" Jiang Wen nodded as if he had some understanding, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Wen has been left alone in Mingjianfeng since he was ten years old. Apart from monthly payments and letters, no one else has ever inquired about his situation. This makes him feel a little dissatisfied with his family.
Jiang Xian saw this and did not rely on his father's identity or the family's righteousness to force Jiang Wen. Instead, he directly explained the difficulties faced by the family and let him make his own choice. This is undoubtedly
This made Jiang Wen's favorability double, and his sense of identification with the family became deeper.