The main reason why the Meng family was able to become the overlord of the underground world in southern Henan was because of their ancestor, Meng Fansheng.
Meng Fansheng had reached the master level decades ago, but in recent years, he had disappeared.
Everyone thought that the ancestor was long gone, but they didn't expect to be mentioned again today.
"The ancestors are still alive!"
Meng Qingsen's explosive news, like a bombshell, directly made the scene boiling.
"The ancestor is still alive? That's great! With his old family taking action, what will happen even if the Black Dragon Hall invites more masters?"
"It is rumored that our ancestor was a martial arts master decades ago. He must have reached a higher level now. Ordinary martial arts masters are definitely no match for him!"
"Master Sen, we have a master like our ancestor sitting in charge, so what are we worried about? Hurry up and gather your brothers. Let's attack now, shall we?"
"Yes! Hit it! My sword is impatient!"
"I'm going to beat the black dragon into a black loach and let him perform in public how the loach rolls in the stinking ditch!"
"Hahaha! This is such a good idea! The underground king of Dongshan Province performs for our brothers in the smelly ditch. It's exciting just thinking about it!"
"..."
After everyone in the courtyard heard the news that the ancestor of the Meng family was still alive, they all spoke freely and got carried away.
Meng Qingsen immediately began to order troops and asked people to gather his men and be ready to go to the provincial capital of Dongshan at any time.
After the tasks were arranged, everyone in the yard dispersed.
The originally lively courtyard suddenly became quiet.
"Pop!"
Meng Qingsen clapped his hands twice in the air, and a dozen burly men immediately came out of the darkness.
"See the head of the family!"
More than a dozen people came to Meng Qingsen and bowed in unison.
"Did you all hear what I just said?"
Meng Qingsen asked.
"We will do our best to destroy the Black Dragon Hall!"
More than a dozen people responded in unison.
“You don’t need to take action to eradicate the Black Dragon Hall!”
Meng Qingsen shook his head, glanced around a dozen people, and said in a cold voice: "Your main task this time is to get closer to your ancestor and serve him well! When he is happy, he might become a master of martial arts. I will guide you along the way and let you benefit from it for a lifetime!”
Martial arts master!
Upon hearing this news, the eyes of more than a dozen martial artists suddenly lit up.
They are all warriors carefully trained by the Meng family, and the ones with the highest cultivation levels have reached the middle stage of Xiantian.
However, it is only the middle stage of innateness!
His cultivation has been stuck at this level for several years, with no sign of breakthrough.
If it is true as the head of the family said, we can get guidance from our ancestors.
Let alone a breakthrough, becoming a martial arts master is not impossible!
"I will obey the family master's instructions! We will do our best to please our ancestors!"
More than a dozen people clasped their fists at the same time and said respectfully.
"Okay, you come with me to invite the ancestors."
After Meng Qingsen finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the depths of the yard.
More than a dozen warriors from the Meng family followed behind him.
The group walked through the corridor in the front yard and came to the backyard.
In the corner of the backyard, there is a three-story building.
The small building has always been a restricted area for the Meng family. No one is allowed to approach it except the head of the family.
It wasn't until today that the dozen or so warriors who came with them realized that their ancestors lived here!
"Why did you bring so many people to my place?"
As soon as Meng Qingsen and others approached the small building, a vigorous and powerful voice sounded in everyone's ears.
When more than a dozen warriors heard the voice, they looked around in shock, looking for the person who spoke.
The voice was clearly in their ears, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't see anyone.
"Ancestors, they are all rising stars of our Meng family, not outsiders."
Meng Qingsen clasped his fists towards the three-story building and explained.
"I didn't ask you their identities!"
The voice owner's tone suddenly became cold and stern: "Let me ask you, why did you bring them here?"
"Ancestor, our Meng family has encountered a crisis. I would like to ask you to help us, the descendants of the Meng family, resolve this crisis."
Meng Qingsen punched the three-story building again and bent his body to ninety degrees.
"Creak!"
The door opened, and a stooped, unkempt old man walked out.
The old man looked very slovenly. His clothes had not been changed for an unknown period of time, and there was a foul smell.
More than a dozen warriors frowned almost simultaneously.
They have never met their ancestor, but they have heard many legends about him.
In their impression, the ancestor should have the kind of image of immortality, childish face and white hair.
But who would have thought that their ancestor would look like this.
If the head of the family hadn't brought them here, they might have regarded this ancestor as an old beggar who ran over from nowhere.
Meng Qingsen raised his head and saw the old man standing at the door. He immediately bowed his hands again and said, "Greetings to our ancestors!"
"Um."
Meng Fansheng nodded slightly, and then turned his attention to a dozen warriors.
More than a dozen warriors felt a dangerous aura locking onto them at the same time, as if a tiger that had been hungry for several days was staring at them.
"What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and pay homage to your ancestors!"
Meng Qingsen shouted to more than a dozen people, hating the iron could not become steel.
He brought these dozen warriors here because he wanted them to please their ancestors.
The ancestors had already come out, but a dozen of them were stunned there, not even knowing to pay their respects.
What a bunch of rubbish!
When more than a dozen warriors heard Meng Qingsen's reminder, they quickly bowed in unison: "Greetings to our ancestors!"
"Um."
Meng Fansheng nodded with satisfaction, and the aura emanating from his body also returned.
The dangerous aura disappeared, and a dozen warriors breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"What kind of crisis has the Meng family encountered that requires me, an old man, to take action personally?"
Meng Fansheng stood with his hands behind his hands, his voice old and low.
"The Black Dragon Hall of Shandong Province, relying on the presence of a martial arts master, not only detained my son, but also killed hundreds of his brothers. They also threatened to let the Meng family get out of southern Henan Province, otherwise no chickens or dogs will be left!"
Meng Qingsen said with added embarrassment.
"Get out of Henan?"
"Leave no chickens or dogs?"
Meng Fansheng repeated Meng Qingsen's words, grinning and showing two rows of big yellow teeth: "My Meng family has lived in southern Henan for generations, why do they want us to get out? No chickens or dogs left? Haha! I want to take a look, their Black Dragon Hall How come we, the Meng family, are not allowed to do anything!"
As his voice fell, an invisible coercion burst out from him, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him, making everyone present feel suffocated...
