I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingqing smiled and looked at the audience, her eyes passing over the flowers and plants around her, her eyes were somewhat meaningful. Finally, she glanced at the forbearing Qian Zhiqiang.

Today is a good day, looking forward to your performance.

With the lively laughter and joy, it didn't look like this was a Hongmen Banquet at all.

Zhao Mingfei complimented Song Qingqing, "Clan leader Song, this year all the contestants from your Song family are at the Nascent Soul stage. It looks like the first place will go to the Song family."

"I think so, too."

"Patriarch Song is as straightforward as ever, otherwise he will be embarrassed and unable to save face." If your own son lets you win in public later, no matter how your Song family performs, you, Song Qingqing, will lose face. You have raised such a useless son, so why are you so proud?

"We are one family, so there is no need to pretend, otherwise it will appear hypocritical."

Qian Batian came in to build relationships, "Patriarch Song, I am really envious of your family's cohesion. I admire your ability to control subordinates. Can you teach me?"

Zhao Mingfei: "..." I'm sarcastic, what do you mean by flattering me, old man.

Song Qingqing also returned the favor, "Look at what you said, the Qian family is full of good people, it's obvious that the Qian family leader is a good leader, there's no need to learn from him."

Zhao Mingfei: “…” Hypocritical.

Host: "Number 8, bye, same number match."

Song Jingchu was lucky enough to draw number 8 and left the competition stage alone.

Song Qingqing smiled and said, "Thank you. The Song family will take the first prize."

Zhao Mingfei: “…” She was so lucky again.

Qian Batian knew that today's competition would have no result, and he didn't care at all.

Then when they were competing against each other, the opponents of the four members of the Song and Qian families were not from the same family, so the members of the Zhao family competed against each other in pairs.

Zhao Mingfei's face immediately turned dark, and he probably wanted to stab someone.

"Chief Zhao, luck is also a kind of strength. Don't be anxious. There will be opportunities to turn things around later. We are all old. Don't get angry. A dark face will hurt your liver." I'm so mad at you for daring to bully me.

Qian Bawang agreed, "Yes, as long as you are strong enough, it won't be a problem."

Zhao Mingfei smiled with a fake smile, "Patriarch Song, you are dazzled, why should I be angry about a competition between juniors?"

"Haha... maybe my eyes are blurry, everything I see seems dark, let's watch the game."

Zhao Mingfei wanted to say something to save face, but no one paid attention to him. If he insisted on talking about the previous topic, it would seem that he was not generous enough, and Zhao Mingfei had no words to say.

Song Qingqing watched the fight between the Qian family and the Song family. Although the Qian family was suppressing themselves, Song Qingqing still saw it.

The Qian family knew the weaknesses of the Song family's swordsmanship and had trained them specially. But now they were not allowed to use it. But how could people who knew the answer not use it? Sometimes they could not help but use it when fighting.

Song Qingqing glanced coldly at Song Jinxiu who was silently staring at Qian Nanchen: I really want to go down and twist her head off.

The experienced elder also saw it: it was the clan's possession. Fortunately, the clan leader had worked with us to perfect the Song family's swordsmanship and boxing techniques before the competition.

Soon, the 7 winners plus Song Jingchu each got 1 point, and then the 8 people drew lots again to compete in pairs, and the winner got 2 points.

Among these eight people, the Song family accounts for four, the Zhao family and the Qian family each account for two.

Song Lingfeng versus Zhao Minrou, both were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. At the beginning, they were evenly matched, but in the end, Song Lingfeng lost as expected and was kicked off the stage by Zhao Minrou.

The sight of him lying on the ground was as ugly as it could be described. Those who had watched the game had a sarcastic look on their faces.

After Song Lingfeng got up, he looked at Song Qingqing guiltily, but Song Qingqing didn't even look back at him.

Qian Zhiqiang flew forward and grabbed Zhao Minrou, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Song Qingqing immediately looked panicked and hurriedly took a few steps to the side, taking the opportunity to stay away from Zhao Mingfei to avoid being accidentally injured.

Qian Batian glanced at Song Qingqing who was already a few steps away: "..." You can hide on the first day, but you can't hide on the fifteenth day.

Zhao Mingfei slammed the table angrily, "Qian Zhiqiang, what do you want to do? Let my daughter go."

"You son of a bitch, you feel pain now, but when you killed my daughter, why didn't you think about whether I felt pain or not?"

Zhao Mingfei was panicking, but he still argued angrily. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I kill your daughter?" The original plan was so perfect that no one would know.

"Qian Batian, you just watch your elders mess around and do nothing?"

"Chief Zhao, don't get excited. Let's listen to what he has to say first. If it's his fault, I will never let him off easily."

"you……"

Those who didn't know the inside story watched anxiously, but the weaker disciples, based on years of experience, still ran behind their own elders consciously, fearing that the big guys would take action and they, the little minions, would suffer.

Except for Song Lingfeng, who was looking at them anxiously, muttering, "Minrou..."

"Today I will expose the ugly faces of you, Zhao Mingfei, and your daughter to everyone. In order to help Zhao Minrou cure her water spirit root, you, Zhao Mingfei, dug seven high-quality water spirit roots from someone else, added them to spiritual medicine and boiled them for her to drink, which helped her spirit root recover.

You even killed your own people for your daughter, don't think you can cover up your tracks by killing a few more people with other spiritual roots."

The third and fourth elders of the Qian family also echoed, "That's right, Zhao Mingfei is ruthless and he must pay with blood today."

Qian Zhiqiang looked at the elders of the Zhao family who had lost relatives. "Zhao Da, Lao Wu, Lao Liu, you, the heads of the Zhao family, threw out your relatives' water spirit roots alive for your own daughter. It's pitiful that you are still celebrating for his daughter. Isn't it ridiculous? Your grandchildren will probably die with regrets."

The people of the Zhao and Qian families were all in a frenzy. Some were unconvinced, some were angry, some were sad, and some were just watching the fun...

Zhao Mingfei shouted, "Nonsense! You dare to sow discord in broad daylight? I think you are courting death. The reason why my daughter's spiritual roots were able to recover was because I risked my life to find the white jade lotus to cure it. Everyone in my Zhao family knows this.

The method you mentioned is so vicious that I have never heard of it before, so don't tell me the secret recipe. The younger generation in the clan was raised by me, just like my own children, how could I harm them?

You are full of lies. What is your Qian family's purpose? You chose to cause trouble during the martial arts competition."

Zhao Mingfei took a look at Song Lingfeng and decided to drag Song Qingqing into the water. "Chief Song, the martial arts competition is a big deal, and you don't come out to take care of it. The Qian family doesn't take our two families seriously at all."

Song Lingfeng also shouted, "Mom, please save Minrou. If anything happens to Minrou, your son will die. Mom, I beg you."

Song Qingqing: "..." Stupid, other people's fathers are not dead yet, is it your turn? Is it my turn?