"Song Xuan, you have caused a big trouble. Do you want the entire Song family to be buried with you?"
Song Junwei asked sharply.
"Shut up!" Song Xuan said coldly, waving his hand, "Song family disciples obey orders and prepare to face the enemy!"
After the words fell, a middle-aged man in black armor strode out of the Song family's mansion. Behind him, rows of Song family's children came out, holding spears and swords, marching in neat steps in front of the Song family's mansion.
Arrange neatly.
The Song family's army is not weak either.
"Uncle." Seeing that he was really going to fight with the Yang and Yan families, and there might be a bloody conflict, Song Fan took two steps forward and called out in a low voice.
"Don't worry."
"What happened today has little to do with you."
"There has always been a rift between our Song family and the Yang and Yan families. When the eldest brother was here, we had conflicts with Yang Honglie and Yan Xiao. At that time, they swallowed their anger in front of the eldest brother. Now, they want to spread their grievances on our Song family."
Song Xuan said disdainfully.
"Song Mojun!" Seeing the appearance of the leader, Song Junwei frowned and shouted.
"At this time when the family's life and death are at stake, we should work together to face the enemy." Song Mojun replied calmly, then walked to Song Xuan, bowed and said: "All the elites of the family are here, and I would like to listen to Elder Song Xuan's orders.
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"Okay!" Song Xuan looked at the people of the Yang family who were charging towards them, raised his big hand high, and was about to wave it down, giving the order to fight, but at this moment a deep voice suddenly came out.
"Can the Yang, Yan, and Song families stop here and listen to what I have to say!"
This voice resounded through the street, and the street that was shouting to kill the sky suddenly became silent, and then a majestic figure appeared on the rooftop in the distance, and a few undulations fell on one side of the street.
This is a middle-aged man dressed elegantly and luxuriously, with a sharp face and a tall body, giving people a vague feeling of calmness and self-power.
"This man calls himself the king. Could it be that he is Luo Qing, the king of Donglin County?"
Looking at the stalwart middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, Song Fan's heart couldn't help but move.
"I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would alarm the prince." Yang Honglie said with a frown.
"Brother Luo, you are responsible for the private affairs of our Yang, Yan and Song families." Yan Xiao also said, with some dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Sure enough!" Hearing the names of Yang Honglie and Yan Xiao, Song Fan immediately knew that the person in front of him was indeed Luo Qing, the king of Donglin County.
"A trivial matter?" Luo Qing flipped his sleeves and robe upon hearing this, and said with a gloomy expression: "The family quarrel is not a trivial matter. There are hundreds of tribes in Donglin County, martial arts are prosperous, and there is long-term peace and stability. Can you guys listen to my words? Today's matter is about this
Give up."
"No!" Yang Honglie flatly refused, "If the Song family is not destroyed today, it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart."
Yan Xiao also gritted his teeth and nodded.
The power of the Yang and Yan families in Donglin County is not much smaller than that of the Luo family. Although Luo Qing is the king of Donglin County, he can only give persuasive words and cannot give arbitrary orders.
"Young men of the Yang family, listen to the order and kill me!" As soon as Yang Honglie shouted the word "kill", the young men of the Yang family raised their swords again and rushed towards the Song family camp with a shout of "kill".
Luo Qing shook his head helplessly and took a few steps back.
"Let!" At this time, the word "release" suddenly sounded.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A shower of arrows came from the sky, densely packed like locusts, and shot at the Yang family's children who were charging into the battle.
In a moment, the open space in front of the Yang family disciples was covered with dense arrows, which made them feel frightened. If they took one more step forward, they would be shot into a hedgehog.
I don't know when, on the roofs on both sides of the street, two rows of soldiers, neatly dressed in armor and armed with long bows and crossbows, appeared on the roofs, facing the Yang family's disciples with their arrows strung and their long bows drawn.
"I'm sorry. In order to stop today's killing, I have no choice but to fight violence with violence."
Luo Qing said without changing his expression.
"You!" Seeing Luo Qing not hesitate to use the army to suppress him, Yang Honglie was very angry, but he also knew that he would probably not be able to destroy the Song family today.
After pondering for a moment, Yang Honglie took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "It's not impossible to just let it go, but the Song family wants to hand Song Fan over to me. If this son kills my son Yang Yun, he should be punished!"
"Song Fan?" Hearing this, Luo Qing frowned and looked at the culprit who caused this disaster, Song Fan.
Seeing Luo Qing looking at him, Song Fan also looked directly at the prince of Donglin County.
"I think it's okay. It's really not worth it for the Yang, Yan, and Song families to have a grudge against a mere Song Fan."
"In my opinion, just hand Song Fan over to the Yang family."
Song Junwei said that he had long wanted to kill Song Fan, and now he was adding fuel to the fire.
"no!"
"Don't even think about asking me, the Song family, to hand over Song Fan."
"If you want to fight, fight, if you want to kill, kill. Do you really think that our Song family is afraid of you Yang and Yan families?"
Song Xuan spoke coldly, and the atmosphere became tense again.
Although Song Xuan did not want to fight with the Yang and Yan families, it was obviously impossible for him to hand over Song Fan.
"Song Xuan, are you the head of the family or am I the head of the family!" Song Junwei asked sternly, wanting to oppress Song Xuan as the head of the family.
"Song Xuan, are you trying to outdo me?" Song Junlei also threatened.
"Master?" Song Xuan snorted coldly when he heard this and took two steps towards Song Junwei.
Song Xuan had long seen that brothers Song Junwei and Song Junlei wanted to be punished, but now that the enemy was facing them, he had no time to deal with them.
"Song Xuan, what do you want to do?"
Song Junwei subconsciously took a few steps back and screamed fiercely. Even Yang Honglie, Yan Xiao and other strong men at the sixth and seventh levels of the True Qi Realm were unable to defeat Song Xuan, so he was even less of a match for Song Xuan.
"Now I declare that you, the head of the family, have been deposed." Song Xuan said firmly.
"Why should I be abolished as the head of the family?" Song Junwei said unwillingly.
"That's all." Song Xuan raised his fist. His move was very domineering and he told Song Junwei directly that if my fist is strong, I will be powerful. If you don't accept it, I will beat you.
Not to mention, this trick really works.
Song Junwei's expression immediately changed, his lips moved a few times, and he said no more objections.
Seeing this situation, Yang Honglie glared angrily. Song Xuan was unwilling to hand over Song Fan. Luo Qing blocked the Yang and Yan families from attacking the Song family. Now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He could neither advance nor retreat.
"In my opinion, it's better to do this."
"More than a year later, there will be a war between hundreds of tribes. Song Fan will definitely participate. Correspondingly, the Yang and Yan families will also send their children to participate. Let the juniors resolve the grudges between the juniors, how about that?"
Luo Qing saw that it ended badly and said to smooth things over.
"Okay, since the prince has said this, let's spare the Song family for once today. Let's wait and see about the war between hundreds of tribes in more than a year!"
With a few harsh words, Yang Honglie gave the order to retreat, packed up his troops, and retreated out of the street.
Before leaving, Yang Qi looked at Song Fan with resentful eyes and moved his lips slightly.
"Song Fan, the day when hundreds of tribes fight, that's when you will die."