"Master, are we really not going to agree to their conditions?" said a young man in the crowd with a sad face.

His name is Zhang Kun, and he has cultivated to reach the ninth level of the Qi training period, and he is a second-generation member of the Zhang family.

As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped their discussions and turned their eyes to the elegant man sitting on the main seat.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Zixian's eyes, he looked down coldly, and said in a deep voice: "If we agree, the Zhang family will no longer have room to turn the tables." ”

"But it is already difficult for us to maintain the interests of the current family, just because of the competition between the spiritual veins of Wuyan Mountain and the spiritual source mine, many monks have died in the family. ”

A middle-aged man stepped forward and sighed.

"That's right, there are still those counties that pay taxes......"

A man with a goatee walked out, "Those landlords and merchants saw that our Zhang family was facing such a predicament, and they all delayed the payment of taxes, and they did not benefit us at all in the few battles they fought. ”

Perhaps it was the accumulation of contradictions that eventually led to complaints, and the crowd behind them whispered again.

Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in the sky, fell silent when he heard these words.

It can be imagined how bad the situation of the Zhang family has been during his absence for the past 20 years.

"Zixian, the current situation has developed to the present, and the eldest brother still wants to say a few words to you. ”

The loud voice was wrapped in a lot of arrogance, and suddenly resounded in the hall.

Hearing this, everyone stopped their voices, and they all looked at the majestic figure.

Rao is that person does not call the head of the family, but calls him by his name, and no one dares to reprimand and correct him, because they know that this is no longer the point where they can be mixed up casually.

Maybe one day the destiny will be lost!

Hearing this, the elegant man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly: "I don't know what the eldest brother thinks." ”

I saw a handsome man step out, standing in front of the crowd, he was wearing a loose mink fur, and his whole body exuded a fierce momentum.

"Ao Feng. ”

Zhang Fengjiu saw someone coming, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Zhang Aofeng is his eldest son.

"How can this Ao Feng call the head of the family by his name? Didn't I already make a rule?" Zhang Fengjiu said suspiciously.

At this time, when I saw this scene, I felt faintly bad in my heart.

He once decreed that all the people under him who held the position of head of the family, no matter how close they were by blood, must adopt honorific titles.

This is to ensure that the head of the family establishes absolute prestige and prevents some clansmen with ulterior motives from playing the emotional card to take advantage of loopholes and influence decision-making.

And as his eldest son, he doesn't take his father's words seriously, what does this mean?

A hint of sharpness flashed in Zhang Aofeng's eyes, he put his hands behind his back, and his tone was indifferent and contained a lesson, "Zixian, why are you so stubborn? It is because of listening to your instructions that many monks have died in the family. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of this majestic man's mouth curled up, and he said slowly: "Look at the current hall, how many faces are no longer there, can you bear to let everyone jump into the fire pit?"

"If you want me to say, there was a problem with your decision-making from the beginning, we should make peace with them, if we keep our strength still, there will not be so many backbones in this Zhang family today. ”

Zhang Aofeng's tone was full of regret, but there was no sadness on his face, he went straight to the foot of the steps of the main seat, and looked directly at the elegant man sitting on the main seat.

There was a deathly silence in the hall, and a pin drop could be heard.

Zhang Zixian's expression was calm, and the whole person didn't seem to be provoked, but the back of his hand hidden in the sleeve robe burst out of green tendons.

Zhang Aofeng at the bottom raised his chin lightly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he stabbed straight at his second brother who was sitting on the main seat.

A strong ** smell rose in the air, and many young people looked at all this in a daze, not knowing what to do.

And some of the older clansmen had their eyes flickering, and they didn't know what they were thinking about.

After a while, Zhang Aofeng turned his face sideways, as if signaling to the crowd behind.

"I agree with Elder Ao Feng's words, family master, shouldn't you reflect on your mistakes?"

In the crowd, a strong questioning voice suddenly sounded, like a sharp sword blade pointing straight at Zhang Zixian.

This sentence seems to be like a spark seed, thrown into the ** bucket without warning.

In an instant, the entire hall suddenly boiled.

"That's right, our stubborn defense and counterattack all these years are simply meaningless!"

"How many of our family members have died?

"My cousin and brother died at their hands!"

"If Elder Ao Feng's policy had been adopted from the beginning, there wouldn't have been so many people to accompany the funeral!"

"Damn, we paid such a big price, and we are not on the verge of collapse, so what was it for?"

"Head of the house, please answer us!"

"That's right! You owe us an explanation!"

............

The whole hall was filled with noise, and many angry clansmen questioned in loud voices, and they no longer looked as respectful to the head of the family as before.

The corners of Zhang Aofeng's mouth curled, and he looked at the elegant man sitting on the main seat with a playful expression.

Looking at the scene below, Zhang Fengjiu, whose toes were suspended in mid-air, had an ugly face.

He has clearly realized that his eldest son may want to completely intensify the contradictions in the family to subvert the prestige of his previous personal appointment of Zhang Zixian's family head.

Only in this way can he sit in the position of the head of the family logically.

Blame Zixian for all the family predicament over the years, and establish an image in the condemnation of the clan, which can't help but create momentum and buy people's hearts. ”

Zhang Fengjiu sneered, and sighed in his heart that his eldest son's methods were not simple.

Zhang Zixian, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at all this, listening to the noisy complaints in his ears, and his calm eyes did not fluctuate at all.

At this moment, he sensed something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared at the handsome man in a mink fur below.

Because just now, Zhang Aofeng deliberately released his cultivation aura.

Later stage of foundation building!

The noisy clansmen behind him also noticed this undisguised cultivation, and their eyes widened one by one, their faces full of shock.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous smile, and Zhang Aofeng pressed the momentum on his body towards the elegant man above.

The intention of the confrontation is undoubtedly revealed!

Zhang Zixian felt the sense of oppression enveloping his body, and tried to mobilize his cultivation to resist this power, but he was originally in a somewhat sluggish state, and began to cough violently, and his face became even paler.

It seems that this taste is very uncomfortable.

"Zixian, my second brother, it's time for you to think about your own problems. Zhang Aofeng looked at the embarrassed appearance of the elegant man, with a smile in his eyes.

"How is this possible!?" exclaimed Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in the sky.

No one knew his eldest son's cultivation better than him, and it was for this reason that he was not considered as the head of the family at that time.

You must know that when he was in retreat twenty years ago, Zhang Aofeng's cultivation was only in the early stage of foundation building.

And his talent and comprehension are average, in order to let him improve to the cultivation of the foundation building realm, Zhang Fengjiu spent a lot of money to buy the foundation building pill, and it took five to break through.

After all, it's his eldest son, so he can't just practice Qi cultivation, right?

It will inevitably make people under the family laugh.

It was for this reason that Zhang Fengjiu had already crossed him out of his heart at that time.

After all, such potential is not enough to lead the family, and the strength is not enough, how can you convince the public?

It's only been twenty years, and the cultivation has broken through to the late stage of foundation building, a speed that no one can imagine.

"This is absolutely impossible, could it be that I looked away back then?" Zhang Fengjiu set off a storm in his heart.

He hurriedly opened the system interface and clicked on the personal information of his eldest son, and the next scene made his face change greatly!