The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 398
"However, that guy is backed by many forces, including the Violent Barbarian Sect. If it is taken alone, it is not enough to be compared with the three major earth-level sects." Some people expressed concern, "But they are also a colossus when they are united. They should not be underestimated. If there is a head-on conflict, we may not be able to get a bargain."

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 said, "Then..."

The corner of Shaqi's mouth was raised, with a smile that was not a smile, and his indifferent voice was full of killing intent: "Then, we will let him be as isolated and helpless as possible, and then let him... die in endless regret and despair!"

Mu Yun sneered and said, "We can even use the power of those idiots from the island nation. That guy killed a lot of them, didn't he? I believe they hate him so much that they want to kill him quickly!"

Yuqin nodded, and said indifferently, "Ding Zhen, your backer...is going to collapse."

……

The next day, the birthday banquet started smoothly, the scene was grand and luxurious, everyone was chatting and laughing, and the waiters walked through the crowd, busy.

Although the main story was still to come, most people did not show a perfunctory attitude. They expressed their sincere gratitude to the Song family and congratulated Mr. Song on his birthday.

Of course, there is naturally Ling Yu's factor in this, and everyone knows it well.

As the protagonist of this birthday banquet, Song Yunhai is not wearing a decent suit, nor an elegant Tang suit, but a nondescript young and Dangerous leather outfit, wearing big black sunglasses, and holding a cigar in his mouth that looks like a cigar but is not The black strip of the cigar, and a flamboyant flower turban wrapped around the head, those who didn't know it thought it was an Alzheimer's patient.

"Old man, you are so trendy, if only my elders were as energetic as you!"

Lin Jiaming raised his glass to Song Yunhai. He has been very quiet these two days and has been observing secretly. He is in a particularly good mood today because he knows that there will be a good show going on today.

Song Yunhai patted him on the shoulder, laughed boldly and said, "Honorable, what you said is very pleasant. I still have a set of clothes like this. I can get them after the birthday banquet."

"Ah?" Lin Jiaming's mouth twitched.

"Why, don't you give me face?" Song Yunhai's face darkened.

"No, no..." Lin Jiaming smiled wryly, and left embarrassingly. At the same time, he gave a meaningful glance at Ling Yu who was not far away, revealing imperceptible sarcasm and banter.

Little Lolita, with Australian prawns in her left hand and imperial roast duck in her right hand, ran over with her mouth full of oil, and said in an indistinct voice, "Grandpa Gudao, happy [-]th birthday!"

Song Yunhai smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Ling Yu also put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly, and smiled slightly, "I hope you die soon."

Song Yunhai: "..."

The old man suddenly had black lines all over his head, could this be considered a blessing?

"Of course it's a blessing." The old servant, Ali, seemed to know what Song Yunhai was thinking, and said flatly, "A simple and unpretentious blessing."

unpretentious...

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

Ali didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "I have worked for you for decades, and the means of transportation is still the old [-]-wheeler that rings everywhere except the bell."

Song Yunhai's old face turned red immediately, and immediately coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Not long after, the guests were greeted, and all the family members came to congratulate the old man on his birthday.

Song Changfeng, Song Changqing, Song Moyun and Song Moxin were all there, but Ouyang Lingyue and her daughter said they were unwell and were recuperating in the villa. As for whether it was true or not, everyone was tacitly aware of it.

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

"Mr. Song, we are late, please forgive me, hahaha..."

A wild laughter sounded, like thunder, deafening.

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying and dazzling thunder light descended from the sky, bombarded the ground, and earth and rocks flew in an instant.

"That is……"

Some people's pupils contracted, and they stared at the thunder light, with awe in their eyes.

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

This middle-aged man is not someone else...

"Welcome to the sect master!"

Master and apprentice Mu Yun and a group of Fengleimen members immediately stepped forward and bowed to welcome them.

"Uncle Ray!"

Fengleimen has a good relationship with the Lin family, and Lin Jiaming also brought everyone from the Lin family to meet.

"Master of the Fenglei Sect, Lei Qianjun!"

Everyone present recognized him and lowered their heads to show their respect for the strong man.

He has already crossed the realm of heaven and reached the admirable martial saint level. His strength is unfathomable, and his control over the power of wind and thunder is at its peak. The sect was reduced to ashes.

This is a... terrifying man!

boom!
The remaining figures in the air followed and fell, stirring up a large cloud of dust and gravel. They all stood behind Lei Qianjun expressionlessly, and everyone was filled with shocking energy fluctuations.

"It's nine of the ten elders of Fengleimen!" Someone exclaimed, and Mu Yun was one of the ten elders, but he was the weakest one.

The lightning light on Lei Qianjun's body hadn't dissipated completely, it turned into a snake-like electric arc that lingered around his body, cruising in his hair, and made a scalp-numbing piercing hissing sound, burning his whole body every step of the way. The air and the ground under his feet stopped three meters in front of Song Yunhai.

"Old man, open the spiritual vein quickly, our time is precious." Lei Qianjun grinned, with a domineering and reckless posture.

"You..." Song Moxin showed an indignant expression. She didn't say that she was late for the birthday banquet, but now she is urging grandpa to end the birthday banquet quickly and open the spiritual veins. She doesn't want to wait any longer. What kind of attitude is this?

She wanted to argue with him, but was stopped by Song Moyun.

"Sect master, please wait a moment." Song Yunhai said expressionlessly. The greatest sorrow of the weak is that they have no power to choose. If they are strong enough, how could the Song family give the spiritual vein to such a person?

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

A plain voice sounded, Ling Yu looked calm, and walked slowly to Song Yunhai's side.

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

"Probably..." A hint of cruelty flashed in Lei Qianjun's eyes, and he said with a smile, "You are the so-called 'noble man' of the Song family. were all injured by you?"

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

"Oh?" Lei Qianjun narrowed his eyes slightly, filled with a terrible chill.

(End of this chapter)