[Name: Zhang Aofeng]

[Parents: Zhang Fengjiu, Lin Yanruo]

[Age: 131]

[Status: Abnormal (Shou Yuan Big Loss)]

[Realm: Late stage of foundation building]

【Talent: Spiritual Root (Fire)】

【Cultivation Exercises...... Spell...... Magic Weapon ......】

"The state is abnormal?Shou Yuan is greatly damaged?" Zhang Fengjiu's eyes widened, staring at the font display on the status bar.

This breakthrough realm is a good thing, but it seems that it took a lot of money to achieve it, what kind of evil method did he use to reach the realm of the late stage of foundation building in a short period of time?

Zhang Fengjiu's gaze at the majestic man below contained a strong deep meaning.

"I don't hesitate to use the side door to improve my cultivation, in order to have the strength to snatch the position of the head of the family on the bright side......"

Zhang Fengjiu crossed his arms, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ao Feng, you are really my good son." ”

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

The culprit that caused my Jindan to break must be you.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fengjiu's eyes were sharp, and the monstrous anger filled his chest.

"For my own selfish murder of my father, why did I, Zhang Fengjiu, give birth to this thing?" Zhang Fengjiu gritted his teeth and said angrily.

The momentum battle below continues.

Zhang Aofeng's eyes were playful, and he crushed the elegant man who was sitting on the main seat of Xiu Wei without reservation.

At this time, Zhang Zixian was holding back his strength, and he resisted the coercion shrouded in his body by luck.

The already pale face was now much heavier, and a heart-rending cough sounded from time to time in his mouth, and his state became more and more depressed.

"Zixian, my good second brother, how do you feel?"

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Aofeng's mouth, and he said softly with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a glint flashed over his eyes.

Zhang Zixian's palms clenched the chair tightly, even though his face was pale, and he coughed a few times due to the bad injury, and his embarrassed posture, he did not let the people present have any underestimation.

Those eyes, as sharp as a falcon, were firmly locked on the majestic figure.

Even if the whole person was very uncomfortable, this elegant man who was full of bookish air did not make the slightest sound of begging for mercy from beginning to end.

He silently endured the coercion squeezing around him, and there was a sneering sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Aofeng's forehead was exposed, and a hideous look appeared in his eyes.

The crowd in the main hall, when they saw Elder Ao Feng openly using cultivation to suppress the head of the family, their faces were different, and they couldn't understand the feeling in their hearts when they saw the uncomfortable appearance of the elegant man sitting on the main seat.

However, due to the current situation, as well as their cultivation and identity, these clansmen kept their mouths shut and did not make any sound.

Silence, deathly silence.

Zhang Fengjiu, whose toes were suspended in the air, looked at the scene below, and was almost angry.

"Blatantly provoked the head of the family, and no one dared to stop it?!"

When he saw his second son in such an embarrassing situation, his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

Looking at the mighty man with a vicious hand, I only blame that he didn't find out earlier at that time, and the wolf ambition to clean up the portal!

"That's enough! Don't go too far!"

At this moment, a crisp female voice sounded, which contained anger.

Everyone's eyes were cast one after another, even the unscrupulous Zhang Aofeng was stunned, and the cultivation that deliberately emanated stopped in an instant.

A piping pleated skirt sets off a delicate figure, the hair is combed and hanging, and there is a beaded butterfly-shaped white hosta fixed on it, and the snow-white skin that can be broken by blowing, and the apricot eyes are almost about to spew anger.

"Little mercy," Zhang Fengjiu said with surprise on his face.

Zhang Xiaolian, the last child of him and Yanruo, has a lively personality since childhood, kind and intelligent, and is very likable.

Zhang Fengjiu and his wife gave birth to a total of ten sons, except for Xiao Lian, the rest are boys.

So the daughter who treats him loves him very much, which is very rare.

"Tenth sister, do you also want to speak for the sinners of this family?" Zhang Aofeng shook his robe violently and said in a cold tone.

Zhang Xiaolian clenched his fists and said angrily: "I don't allow you to say that about the head of the family! He is my second brother, not a family sinner!"

"Joke! It was because of his decision-making that so many monks of the Zhang family died! Now that he is seriously injured and his cultivation has fallen, he is not worthy of being the head of this Zhang family at all!"

Zhang Aofeng pointed to the elegant man sitting on the main seat and said angrily.

"That's not the case! The second brother has already tried his best!" Zhang Xiaolian said excitedly.

"Hmph, then look at how many fewer clansmen are here?"

Zhang Aofeng took a few steps forward and scolded loudly: "How many eldest brothers have passed away?!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaolian's face turned pale, she shook her head, and muttered in her mouth: "You can't blame the second brother for all this, you really can't blame him......"

"You're still speaking for him, don't be stupid my sister. Zhang Aofeng sighed, his tone extremely distressed.

But no one noticed that there was a sneer in his eyes.

"Big brother, I think you are too radical in this matter, the head of the family has tried his best over the years. ”

At this moment, a man in a lilac robe stepped forward, holding a folding fan in his hand, and spoke.

"Third brother, are you teaching me a lesson?"

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Aofeng's eyes narrowed as cold as a knife and looked directly at him.

"Shaotian," Zhang Fengjiu's eyes lit up as he floated above the main hall.

Zhang Shaotian, his third son, is calm and calm, but he may also be too cautious and think badly in many aspects.

As soon as my heart moved, I opened the system interface and clicked on the personal information of this child.

[Name: Zhang Shaotian]

[Parents: Zhang Fengjiu, Lin Yanruo]

[Age: 129]

【Condition:Good】

[Realm: Middle Stage of Foundation Building]

【Talent: Spiritual Root (Thunder Water)】

【Cultivation Exercises...... Spell...... Magic Weapon ......】

"Yes, it seems that I have learned a lot in the past 20 years. Zhang Fengjiu said with a satisfied face.

Zhang Shaotian's face was handsome, he unfolded the folding fan with a bang, and shook it gently, "Big brother, I don't mean to teach you anything, I have always been realistic. ”

"You!" Zhang Aofeng snorted coldly, his eyes fierce and compelling.

"The third brother's words are wrong, I think the eldest brother is also thinking about the family. ”

A loud voice sounded, and a man with a mighty figure stepped out, his face resolute, his muscles knotted, and a faint fierce aura.

Seeing this man, Zhang Fengjiu's face immediately darkened.