"However, that guy has the support of many forces, including the Tyrant Sect, and when taken out alone, it is not enough to compare with the three major prefecture-level sects. Some people also expressed concern, "but together it is also a behemoth, which should not be underestimated, and we may not be able to bargain in the event of a head-on conflict." ”

Shaqi said in a deep voice: "Your worries are not unreasonable, dealing with that guy in public will naturally be targeted by everyone, it is not a wise choice, and there is no need to do so." ”

"Oh?" Yuqin began, "then ......"

The corners of Shaqi's mouth rose, as if he was smiling, and his indifferent voice was full of murderous intent: "Then, we will let him be as isolated as possible, and then let him be in endless remorse and despair...... Die!"

Mu Yun sneered: "We can even use the power of those idiots in the island country, that guy has killed a lot of them, isn't it?" I believe they hate him to the core, and they want to kill him quickly!"

Yuqin nodded and said indifferently: "Ding Zhen, your backer...... I'm going to fall. ”

......

The next day, the birthday banquet began smoothly, with a grand and luxurious pomp, everyone chatting and laughing, and waiters walking through the crowd, busy with everything.

Although the main drama is still to come, most people did not show a perfunctory attitude, expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the Song family, and also congratulated Old Man Song on his birthday.

Of course, there is naturally the factor of Ling Yu in this, and everyone knows it.

Song Yunhai, as the protagonist of this birthday banquet, was not wearing a decent suit, nor an elegant Tang costume, but a nondescript old boy leather suit, wearing big black sunglasses, holding a black strip shaped like a cigar but not a cigar, and a riotous flower turban wrapped around his head, who didn't know that he thought this was an Alzheimer's patient.

"Old man, you are so trendy, if only my parents were as vibrant as you!"

Lin Jiaming toasted to Song Yunhai, he has been very calm in the past two days, he has been secretly observing, and he is in a particularly good mood today, because he knows that there is a good show to be staged today.

Song Yunhai patted him on the shoulder, and laughed heroically: "Housheng, you are very good-looking, I still have a set of such clothes there, and I will go with me to get it after the birthday banquet." ”

"Huh?" the corners of Lin Jiaming's mouth twitched.

"What, don't give face?" Song Yunhai's face darkened.

"No, it's not ......" Lin Jiaming smiled bitterly and walked away, and at the same time glanced meaningfully at Ling Yu who was not far away, revealing imperceptible ridicule and banter.

Little Lori ran over with an Australian prawn in her left hand and roast duck in her right hand, with a mouth full of oil, and made a slurred voice, "Confused old man, happy 70th birthday!"

Song Yunhai smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Ling Yu also put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly, and smiled slightly, "I wish you to die later." ”

Song Yunhai: "......"

The old man was suddenly full of black lines, this can also be regarded as a blessing?

"Of course it's a blessing. As if he knew what Song Yunhai was thinking, the old servant Ali said lightly: "A simple and unpretentious blessing." ”

Plain......

The corners of Song Yunhai's mouth twitched wildly, and he said angrily: "Ali, your salary is gone this month!"

Ali disagreed, and said lightly: "I have worked for you for decades, and the means of transportation are still the old 28 bars that ring everywhere except for the bell." ”

Song Yunhai's old face turned red all of a sudden, and he immediately coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

After a while, the guests were greeted, and the family members came over to congratulate the old man on his birthday.

Song Changfeng and Song Changqing, Song Moyun and Song Moxin are all there, only Ouyang Lingyue's mother and daughter said that they were unwell and recuperated in the villa.

When the birthday banquet was about to end, several powerful breaths came from the sky and descended on the field, bringing a huge pressure to everyone.

"Old man Song, we're late, please forgive me, hahaha......"

A wild laugh rang out, like thunder, deafening.

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying dazzling thunderbolt fell from the sky and bombarded the ground, splashing earth and rocks in an instant.

"That's ......"

Someone's pupils constricted, staring at the thunder light, and a look of awe appeared in his eyes.

The thunder gradually faded, and a tall figure walked out of it, with a sharp gaze like a knife, a domineering and confident smile, and a hair that stood on end.

This middle-aged man is none other than ......

"Greetings to the Door Master!"

Master Mu Yun and the other members of the Wind Thunder Sect immediately stepped forward and bowed down to greet them.

"Uncle Ray!"

Fengleimen was friendly with the Lin family, and Lin Jiaming also took everyone from the Lin family to visit.

"Wind Thunder Gate Master, Lei Qianjun!"

Everyone present recognized him and bowed their heads one after another, showing their respect for the strong.

He has long crossed the realm of the heavenly level, reached the level of the admirable martial saint, his strength is unfathomable, and his control of the power of wind and thunder can be called the peak, it is said that he once triggered the heavenly thunder, landed a thunderstorm, and turned a hostile sect into ashes in an instant.

It's a ...... Horror man!

Rumble!

The remaining figures in the air followed, stirring up large clouds of dust and rubble, all of them stood behind Lei Qianjun expressionlessly, and each of them was filled with terrifying energy fluctuations.

"It's nine of the Ten Elders of the Wind Thunder Sect!" someone exclaimed, Mu Yun was one of the Ten Elders, but he was the weakest of them.

The thunder light on Lei Qianjun's body had not completely dissipated, turning into a small snake-like arc around his body, swimming between his hair, making a piercing hissing sound that made his scalp tingle, burning the air around him and the ground under his feet step by step, stopping three meters in front of Song Yunhai.

"Old man, hurry up and open the spiritual vein, our time is precious. Lei Qianjun grinned, his posture domineering and wanton.

"You ......" Song Moxin showed an angry look, not to mention that she was late for the birthday banquet, and now she is urging her grandfather to end the birthday banquet quickly, open the spiritual vein, and don't want to wait a few more minutes, what kind of attitude is this?

She wanted to find him to theorize, but was stopped by Song Moyun.

"Please wait a minute. Song Yunhai said expressionlessly, the biggest sorrow of the weak is that they have no choice, if the strength is enough, how can the Song family give the spiritual vein to this kind of person?

"If you don't want to give, don't give. ”

A flat voice sounded, Ling Yu's face was indifferent, and he slowly walked to Song Yunhai's side.

"Ling Yu ......" Song Yunhai was stunned.

"Presumably ......" A hint of cruelty flashed in Lei Qianjun's eyes, and he said with a smile: "You are the so-called 'noble' of the Song family, I heard that your strength is good, even my Elder Mu Yun of the Wind Thunder Sect and two genius disciples were injured by you?"

Ling Yu didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Oh?" Lei Qianjun's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a terrifying chill.

(End of chapter)