Song Yinghao hopes that Song Feng can stop as soon as possible, and don't continue.

Song Feng and Song Wei are right and wrong, Song Yinghao doesn't want to judge, he just wants these two sons to be saved today, and neither of them has to die.

He believed that if Song Feng stopped in moderation now, he would help Song Wei together, and it should be possible to stay a life.

"Hehe, kill my father? So what? No matter who dares to stop me from sitting in that seat today, they will die, including you!"

Song Feng smiled disdainfully, and a pair of eyes stared at where he was sitting.

"Presumptuous, you are a rebellious act!"

"Quickly kneel down and apologize, or you will break your legs!"

"Song Feng, are you confused? Do you know who this is? This is your father!"

"If you dare to take a step forward, don't blame us for being rude!"

After hearing Song Feng's words, several worshippers stepped forward and scolded loudly, pointing the weapons in their hands at Song Feng.

"Just a few of you old immortals? You also want to stop me? When I found you and asked you to support me to become the next head of the family, you refused without even thinking about it, do you regret it?"

However, Song Feng didn't care about the words of these worshippers, and slowly walked towards the top while glaring at a few people.

It was as if the weapons in the hands of these people did not pose the slightest threat to him.

"Regret, you disobedient junior, go and die!"

Hearing Song Feng's words, one of the elders let out a loud shout, raised the long sword in his hand, and stabbed at the other party.

This elder's cultivation has reached the realm of a half-step primordial infant, and it can also be said that he is a master.

Seeing the old man's sudden move, the thoughts of everyone in the hall were different.

A smug look flashed in Song Wei's eyes, this elder was supporting him.

If you can kill Song Feng directly, it will be perfect.

Song Yinghao was shocked in his heart, and he was ready to rush up to stop it.

And Song Feng, one of the so-called parties, still doesn't care.

Burst!

In the next second, the long sword pierced through the body, and drops of blood ran down the tip of the sword and dripped onto the floor.

Poof!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Everyone looked at it intently, and their hearts were shocked!

I saw that the one who was pierced by a sword pierced the dantian and fell to the floor and died was not Song Feng, but the worshipper who was going to kill Song Feng.

Behind the dead worshipper stood an old man, blood slowly sliding from the long sword in his hand.

This person is also one of several worshippers, and he is also a master of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

"Great offering, you are ......"

Song Yinghao stepped forward and stopped, looking at the old man in disbelief, not knowing why he did this.

"The head of the family, you are too indecisive in choosing who will inherit the patriarch, the old man thinks that the eldest young master is very good, so he and a few old buddies choose to support the eldest young master!"

After hearing Song Yinghao's words, the big offering replied lightly, and then turned around and looked at the other two offerings that were automatically separated.

"Do you two still want to choose and support Young Master Song Wei? If you are smart, come and follow me and the eldest young master, the Song family will only have a better development under the leadership of the eldest young master!"

I have to say that although the words of the Great Offering are only a few words, they are very effective.

At least after killing one of the worshippers with one sword, it is more effective for the remaining two.

The two of them are not fools, and the people standing here in the hall now, on paper, are obviously more advantageous to Song Feng.

Even if Song Yinghao chose Song Wei, what is the use?

Could it be that Song Feng will change today's actions because of the other party's decision?

No way!

The remaining two worshippers glanced at Song Wei apologetically, and then decisively chose to stand behind the big worshippers.

In this way, except for the one who went out and died, the remaining six offerings all chose to stand on Song Feng's side.

In this way, the situation is too advantageous for Song Feng.

"Hahaha, Song Wei, what are you going to do to win me now? Just with the cold-blooded person next to you, who was chased and killed by me like a dog? With his little strength, which of my worshippers didn't kill him easily?"

Song Feng pushed away Song Yinghao, who was in front of him, came to the first place and sat down, looking proudly at Song Weiqi below, and his words were extremely arrogant.

At this time, in his eyes, he was already the head of the Song family, and no one could influence him.

"Song Feng, do you think you've won now?"

Song Wei didn't expect to choose his three offerings, one died, and two surrendered.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Bai Xiaofan sitting on the side drinking tea, and the confidence in his heart was a little more sufficient.

He hasn't failed yet, he still has the support of the killing god Bai Xiaofan.

Even if Bai Xiaofan can't beat so many masters, he must be a little sure that he will leave safely.

Once Bai Xiaofan can leave safely with him, he will follow Bai Xiaofan to Nanjiang City, and after recuperating his energy, he will come back with someone to kill and snatch back the position of the head of the family.

"Hehe, didn't I win? What other hole cards do you have? Cold-blooded is just a spicy chicken, are you counting on those two people behind you? What a joke!"

"If you kneel down and apologize to me now, I can give you a whole corpse for the sake of my father's face, otherwise, I will let you die today!"

Song Feng's gloomy gaze stared at Song Wei deadly, and his presumptuous voice echoed in the hall.

"Song Feng, don't be too arrogant, didn't you say that I am a spicy chicken? Okay, today I am a spicy chicken, I will come to learn the masters around you!"

With a knife in his hand, he came to the center of the hall and shouted at Song Feng, who was sitting above.

"You? hahaha, what a joke, the last time you were lucky to be saved by Song Wei's spicy chicken, do you think you are okay today? You don't look at the current situation, even Song Wei is going to die here today!"

Song Feng looked at the cold-blooded in the field as if he was looking at an idiot, and the words he said made no secret of his contempt for cold-bloodedness.

"Don't chirp crookedly, Lao Tzu is going to kill you today and avenge my family!"

With a cold-blooded shout, he raised the knife in his hand, and he was already killing Song Feng above, whether it was speed or momentum, it was very terrifying.

The worshipper of the later stage of Jin Dan, seeing the sudden attack of the cold-blooded, directly met it, and the sword in his hand slashed horizontally towards the cold-blooded neck.

In his opinion, cold-blooded is just a little monk in the early stage of Jindan, and his shot is already very cold-blooded face, where is the need to make a big offering to them?