Chapter 4
The square of Taiji Peak is very wide, the young man reckoned that it was as big as two or three football fields in his previous life.

Directly north of the square is a hall nine feet high and more than thirty feet long.

The name is Tai Chi Hall.

The whole body of the hall is made of solid spirit wood, so as to stabilize the aura of this place.

As soon as he entered the hall, Jiang Shuo felt the pores all over his body suddenly open.

A sense of ultimate comfort swept the whole body.

He had the urge to sit down and practice some exercises.
The urge was quite strong, completely out of the instinct of his six-year-old body.

Suddenly, several eyes came together and hit the young man directly. They were uncles who were over [-] years old.

Although these people are their elders, they are also old antiques who stick to their ranks.

Jiang Shuo gathered his energy and restrained this impulse to prevent making a fool of himself.

"Xiao Shuo is here?"

"Not bad, I heard that the martial soul was awakened yesterday, and you are the only one who is born with full soul power?"

"The old man remembers that this sect has not had full innate soul power for more than three years. It is rare."

Seeing the young man coming, the uncles and titled Douluo immediately shifted their gaze to the front.

One of them said with a smile.

As soon as one person spoke, someone else immediately answered.

"It's a pity, it's a spear-type martial spirit, and didn't inherit my family's powerful Taixu Xuanlong."

"Isn't that right, tell me, the majestic Taixu Sect's young lord, the whole Laoshizi Yinshuo gun came out, what does it look like!"

"Ah! According to me, my eldest brother shouldn't have married Chen Yuan's sister-in-law back then. Even if he married, he shouldn't have been the main wife. My majestic first suzerain now has only one son? It's not proper, it's not proper. "

Jiang Shuo's mother, Chen Yuan, was also present, but Jiang Yuanshi hadn't arrived yet, and she didn't have the surname Jiang, so she stood with the young Jiang Shuo.

Although she is not weak, she is actually a little helpless towards these uncles who are naturally arrogant and claim to be the descendants of gods.

On the one hand, the Supreme Elder is still there, and her husband Yuanshi Douluo is not the strongest in the sect.

On the other hand, although she was the wife of the sect master, she was from a foreign surname. These people did not dare to scold her openly, but secretly said that her martial soul soul-breaking gun was not good.

Jiang Shuo steadied his body and raised his white forehead to look at the second uncle who spoke, a level 93 titled Douluo.

"My martial spirit is Yinshuo Spear. Although it has never appeared in the history of the mainland, it can make the existence of father's Taixu Xuanlong give way. Could it be a poor martial spirit? Uncle Wutang's words are ridiculous."

Then, he looked at the third titled Douluo of the level 92 agility attack system who secretly said that his mother was not worthy of being the suzerain's wife, and his face was slightly cold:
"Uncle Liutang said these treasonous words in front of Grandpa's Tai Chi Hall. Isn't it a little presumptuous? My mother married my father with my grandfather's verbal consent. Why, Uncle Liutang has an opinion? Then why didn't he come in front of Grandpa? Say, but you want to mock me secretly while my father is not around?"

As soon as the cold and aggressive rhetorical question came out, the faces of the two yin and yang uncles turned dark instantly.

Chen Yuan was also a little angry at first, but because of Taixu Douluo in the palace, he didn't explode.

Now he turned to look at his six-year-old son in shock.

I found that there was a trace of natural pride on the young man's face, and he didn't feel timid at all because he was facing a powerful uncle.

There was a sudden touch in her heart.

A warm current slowly flowed through her heart, and a trace of imperceptible relief suddenly appeared on her dignified and elegant yet beautiful oval face.

Son, grow up.

Being questioned and retorted by a six-year-old junior, the two uncles who spoke looked a little embarrassed.

Especially Uncle Liutang who spoke last, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Boy! Have you ever talked to uncle like that?"

"Anyway, I'm also your elder, the elder of the family! Even if you say something wrong, you should be careful to correct me, instead of asking such high-sounding questions." Uncle Liutang's voice sank, and his eyes narrowed.

A trace of Titled Douluo's coercion overflowed his body, pressing towards the young man intentionally or unintentionally.

Before he grew up, he was so disrespectful to his uncle at the title Douluo level.

If you are allowed to grow up and inherit the suzerain position by luck, is that okay? !

Jiang Shuo's soul power is keen, and he can feel the coercion as soon as it comes out.

But he will not take a step back, because behind him is his mother.

It is also his dignity as the young suzerain.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his chest straightened out again, and the power of the silver-white true essence suddenly burst out, trying to forcibly resist the lingering force of coercion that floated in.

The other uncles present had different expressions, some were hesitant to speak, some wanted to block it, and some sat and watched the situation.

The family is too big, and it is impossible for people's hearts to fluctuate.

Those who want to help are stopped by those who want to watch a good show, and in the end the two parties cancel each other out.

Some people would like to see the young suzerain be suppressed, and then... their own children will come up.

The pressure of the titled Douluo was so close that Jiang Shuo felt an overwhelming aura, like a savage beast.

Suddenly, his heart beat like thunder, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead first.

Chen Yuan's face darkened, and he grabbed the boy's shoulders to lift him behind him.

Jiang Shuo shook his head, and said in a low voice, "They dare not hurt me, so let me do it myself."

"Mother, this is the suffering that a young sect leader should bear."

Chen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, the little boy in front of him seemed to have an indescribable arrogance.

Just like what my husband once had, but is now annihilated.

"Shuo'er..."

The young man's face was solemn, his chest was puffed out, and he stood proudly in the square.

Uncle Liu Tang looked a little embarrassed. With his level 92 strength, he was unable to overwhelm Jiang Shuo at once.

Feeling ashamed and angry, he was about to increase his strength.

suddenly.

"cough!"

A powerful cough came, and the young man felt the pressure all over his body relieved.

A figure appeared out of nowhere in front of the stressed mother and son.

His tall body blocked all incoming gazes.

Yuanshi Douluo, Jiang Yuanshi.

Arriving late, he narrowed his eyes and kept scanning the dozens of people on the field, his blood brothers and sisters.

A pressure that was incomparable to those present suddenly erupted from Jiang Yuanshi's tall body and swept across the entire Tai Chi Palace Square.

The deep voice of shouting and asking sounded like a boulder: "Do you have any objections to the position of the suzerain's wife and the young master?"

"If there is, say it on the spot and let Benzong see it."

……

The coercion of a 98-level Titled Douluo is enough to shake the sky, and Jiang Yuanshi, who is both the master of the sect and the eldest son, has a natural aura of superiority.

His eyes turned around, and no one dared to meet him.

"No no, absolutely no!"

"It was just a joke with my sister-in-law and nephew just now, brother, don't take it to heart."

The uncle who was the first to speak just now stood up and laughed.

He was just sighing with emotion before, not mocking, so Jiang Yuanshi didn't look at him, but looked at the other two cousins.

The two Titled Douluo who spoke last just now lowered their heads slowly with their faces twitching.

"Brother, I'm sorry, it's my younger brother who talks too much, and I will definitely learn from it in the future..."

……

Jiang Yuanshi's expression softened slightly and he stopped holding on.

After all, he is not only the husband and father, but also the head of the clan.

Seeing this situation, the uncles looked away one after another, smiled, and pretended nothing happened.

However, how could the undercurrent hidden in the heart dissipate so easily.

……

Jiang Yuanshi turned his head, walked slowly to the eldest son's side, and supported his shoulders that were bent a little due to the pressure.

"Stand up straight, man, you have to look like a man!" He said in a deep voice.

"Yes, father!" Jiang Shuo straightened his back again and looked directly at the uncles next to him without any hesitation.

The Douluo of Taixuzong didn't look at the boy any more, but pretended to chat with unintentional laughter.

(End of this chapter)

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