Mu Shaoyang dragged his body out of the dark alley with difficulty. Just as his hand was less than an inch away from the ray of sunlight, a sword struck his neck first, and he leaned forward and fell heavily.
Song Yutian didn't even look over there and said coldly: "Take him back and tell that Mu that from now on, my Song family will be the sole leader in Liufeng City."
Yu Guanqun endured the severe pain and walked to Mu Shaoyang. He couldn't believe it. He should have used himself to scare the monkeys, but Mu Shaoyang didn't deserve to die. He didn't expect that the head of the Song family would directly attack the Young City Master with his iron-blooded methods. He directly pointed out those so-called true rumors, but he was also secretly glad that he had at least saved his life.
Yu Guanqun glanced at Song Yutian again, and then slowly left with Mu Shaoyang.
There were no words from the Song family. Song Jingguo's eyes were dim, then suddenly clear and relieved, he sighed: "Yutian, I believe the old family master will not blame you."
Song Yutian was secretly confused for a while and walked alone in front. Song Linjie was confused and at a loss. He wanted to ask what happened, but he also knew that this was not the time to ask.
Several people returned to the Song family, and Zhang Ling also knew that the young man was Song Huaishu, the next head recognized by the head of the Song family, and that girl was also Gu Chuxia, a young lady from a small family in Liufeng City.
In the Song family, although the clan competition has not yet begun, many disciples have begun to compete in private. Zhang Ling watched them compete and gestured with his hands flexibly. He was a little unbelievable. Most of these disciples were even less skilled than himself. Even those arrogant elite disciples may not be their opponents.
And Zhang Ling himself knew that if Zhang Jingqian had not practiced in the most suitable way for him, and supplemented it with a large number of body-building elixirs, no matter how talented he was, he would not have been able to make rapid progress in just a few months.
After a night, there was still no news about the city lord's palace. Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh at the city lord's palace in Liufeng City. What was even more curious was who the city lord's palace was afraid of.
Zhang Ling was in a daze in this arena. There was an endless stream of people coming and going, including people from outside watching the ceremony, and several rare old people from the Song family were also there. If it weren't for Qin Yi, he might not have been able to get in here. Zhang Ling looked around but never saw Song Linjie.
After a long time, a disciple walked onto the stage, and people watching the battle gathered around. Several elderly people from the Song family were sitting on the viewing platform. Song Yutian stood next to Zhang Ling and asked, "Have you thought of someone who can accompany you?"
Zhang Ling did not turn around, but still watched the competition on the ring. After private discussions, there were only a dozen disciples left who had the courage to step onto the ring. Zhang Ling nodded: "Song Linjie."
Song Yutian also said "yes" and said: "Please take care of me along the way. That kid is always full of enthusiasm and is a mixed bag of good and bad. On the way to martial arts, he becomes increasingly exhausted very quickly, but If you always have such a temper, you will inevitably suffer."
Zhang Ling asked: "Is the head of the Song family so sure that Song Linjie can win?"
Song Yutian paused, shook his head and said, "Even if he loses, I will let him go."
Zhang Ling continued: "This can be regarded as a father's compassion. With you here, he really doesn't have to worry about the trivial matters within the family and can focus on martial arts. You are really a good father."
Song Yutian smiled bitterly and said, "But he is not a good son."
Just when Zhang Ling was about to raise his doubts, Song Jingguo followed him and said with a smile: "Yutian, Linjie is coming up."
Zhang Ling looked at Song Linjie, who happened to look over and nodded with a naive smile. Then, another disciple jumped up and entered the ring. Zhang Ling also remembered this disciple who was not very capable but very arrogant, Song Yin. . Song Yin gave Song Linjie a symbolic bow and said with a smile: "Junior brother Linjie, how much have you improved your martial arts in the past year? Do you want some advice from me?"
Song Linjie seemed to be listening to the news, and was stunned for a moment. The knife hung on his waist, but without pulling it out, he flew towards Song Yin, raised his hand and struck out with a palm. Song Yin hurriedly struck out with a palm, and Song Yin stepped back one after another, with his heels still on. Before he could stand still, Song Linjie followed him again, stood up and put his foot down.
Song Yin took advantage of the situation and was kicked off the ring. Some people exclaimed that this was the fastest end of today's competition. Some people complimented and congratulated the Song family for being such a talented disciple. Anyway, no one said a word to Song Yin. After Song Yin stood up, he looked at Zhang Ling, or at the head of the Song family, full of complaints, stopped talking, and quickly retreated.
Zhang Ling looked at Song Yin who was running away, looked at Song Yutian, and chuckled: "If you weren't Song Linjie's father, I guess Song Yin would be angrily and come to you for an explanation, saying that Song Linjie took action in advance and asked for a rematch."
Zhang Ling turned his head and apologized again: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back and blurted out. I should have seen through it but not said anything."
Song Yutian laughed it off, while Song Jingguo ignored it and focused on looking at the people on the ring.
Song Linjie walked off the stage and was replaced by two other Song family disciples. Song Linjie jumped up to Zhang Ling's side. Zhang Ling asked: "How is it? Are you confident that you can win everyone?"
Song Linjie smiled confidently and said, "That's natural."
After a few rounds, only two disciples were left on the stage. Song Linjie stood on one side carrying a sword and was full of heroism. The person opposite him was gentle but without any pretense. He raised his hand and said, "Junior brother, please."
Song Linjie was not polite, but he was polite. He drew his sword for the first time in several competitions. Another disciple also held a sword to respond. After the two swords were saluted, each one was on the same side, but the latter obviously lost one point.
Song Linjie sheathed his sword and faced it with his hand. The man opposite him did not feel the humiliation. Instead, he respected him even more. He rushed out first and swept away with his sword. Song Linjie bent down to avoid it, put his feet down, and distanced himself from him. A disciple took advantage of the situation and chased him, sparing no effort.
Song Linjie always insisted not to draw his sword, but the other man dropped the sword quickly, as if he was worried about something, and kept blocking Song Linjie's retreat, almost forcing him to the edge, and finally gathered his momentum and struck down heavily with the sword.
Song Linjie finally blocked with his scabbard. After retreating, he thrust out his sword with such sharp force that it left no trace. The other person was determined and used the remaining momentum to block it again with his sword.
Zhang Ling, who was beside him, was still feeling the pull of Qi. He looked at it again and saw that the disciple had already fallen from the stage.
After Zhang Ling watched him stand up, he bowed to Song Linjie on the stage and Song Yutian here, and left without losing his dignity.
Zhang Ling looked at him, and did not sneer anymore, but laughed at himself: "I am overestimating. I am afraid that the head of the Song family was just laughing at me before!"
Song Yutian smiled lightly: "It's not a generalization. There are a few outstanding disciples in this group, but he is the one who is truly magnanimous."
Zhang Ling asked again: "What's his name? Will he also go with him?"
Song Yutian shook his head: "Song Zhen, but I won't let him go with you. That kid has a straightforward temper. Since he lost, he doesn't want to do anything that may damage the family's face."
Zhang Ling said softly: "That's really fate."
