One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 24 Wang Ai, do you think your head is harder than other people's?

Zhang Chulan frowned, just about to speak.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Before anyone could even see what was happening, the Wang family disciple who had been blocking their way had already been sent flying.

The next second, he crashed heavily onto the steps, half of his face swollen, and two floor tiles were broken.

Su Wuxian took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, didn't even glance at the person, and said indifferently:

"Where did that barking come from?"

"Search me?"

"Isn't that old geezer Wang Ai afraid of shortening his lifespan?"

Su Wuxian took off his sunglasses.

Those clear eyes were now filled with icy coldness as they swept over the Wang family disciples who were trying to surround them:

Tell Wang Ai.

"I'm here for a meal, not to visit someone in prison."

"Anyone who dares to block the way again..."

Su Wuxian pointed to the shovel in Feng Baobao's hand:

"This shovel was prepared for him."

"roll!"

The last word carried a terrifying aura of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast.

The dozen or so Wang family disciples at the entrance felt their legs go weak and instinctively stepped aside, making way for them.

"Hmph, you're asking for it."

Su Wuxian snorted coldly, put his sunglasses back on, and swaggered in with the group.

"Zhang Chulan, this threshold is a bit high. Could you lift your master's wheelchair?"

"Alright, Mr. Tian, ​​hold on tight."

These gentlemen walked in as if they were strolling through their own backyard.

The Wang family disciple on the ground covered his face, his eyes filled with resentment and fear, and quickly pulled out a walkie-talkie:

"Master! They've gone in! We were beaten, but they didn't search us! And... that woman brought a shovel!"

......

Zuixianlou, top-floor banquet hall.

Wang Ai sat in the main seat, listening to the report on the walkie-talkie, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

Around him sat several of the Ten Elders, including Lü Ci and Chen Jinkui, each with a different expression, looking on with amusement.

"Well... well, Su Wuxian! So arrogant!"

Wang Ai suddenly crushed the teacup in her hand, her eyes flashing with murderous intent:

"Now that you're in, don't even think about leaving standing up."

......

Five minutes later.

Zuixianlou, the top floor is called "Zhaixingge" (Star-Picking Pavilion).

Several people were already seated around the huge round table.

Wang Ai sat in the main seat, holding two lion's head walnuts in her hands, her face gloomy.

To his left sat Lü Ci, whose face was scarred and whose eyes were like those of a mad dog.

On the right is Chen Jinkui, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, who has always coveted the Feng Hou Qi Men.

In addition, there are several renowned figures in the world of supernatural beings.

If this lineup were an ordinary superhuman, the sheer invisible pressure alone would be enough to make someone's legs go weak and kneel down.

"Old Wang, is Zhang Zhiwei really coming?"

Chen Jinkui was somewhat uneasy, glancing at the doorway: "Besides, that's the absolute best... Won't pushing him like this backfire?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Wang Ai snorted coldly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes:

"This is Beijing, not Longhu Mountain. I am a member of the Tenth Elder, and so is he. We are all people who follow the rules."

"As long as we hold the moral high ground and insist that Wang Ye stole forbidden techniques and wreaked havoc on the martial arts world, even if Zhang Zhiwei is biased, he won't dare to defy the world and attack us here."

"As long as he doesn't make a move, that Su Wuxian... Hmph, a pretentious brat, I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open with a "bang".

There was no notification, and no courtesy whatsoever.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Su Wuxian cupped his hands in apology, but his playful smile showed no sign of remorse whatsoever.

"Um, there was a bit of traffic when I went upstairs, so I'm late."

Everyone in the seats was stunned for a moment.

Go upstairs? Traffic jam?

What are you saying?

Didn't you take the elevator up here?!

Why is the elevator stuck in traffic?!

Su Wuxian, wearing sunglasses and with his hands in his pockets, swaggered in, followed by Zhang Zhiwei and the others.

"Oh, what a coincidence! Xiao Wang, you're eating here too?"

Wang Ai: "......"

Su Wuxian's sunglasses slid down and stopped on the bridge of his nose, his face showing a look of surprise.

"Oh ho, everyone's here?"

Chen Jinkui: "..."

Lü Ci: "..."

Su Wuxian glanced around, his gaze lingering for a moment on Lü Ci and Chen Jinkui before finally settling on Wang Ai in the main seat, a grin spreading across his face.

"Young Wang, you're quite old and still don't know any better. When guests arrive, don't you even stand up to greet them?"

Wang Ai's face twitched.

He suppressed his anger, ignoring Su Wuxian's words, and instead looked at Zhang Zhiwei, saying with a forced smile:

"Elder Master, since you're here, please take a seat."

As he spoke, he pointed to a few seats at the very end of the round table, near the door.

That's a place for attendants or younger people to sit.

This is an extremely blatant humiliation.

Those present are all either members of the Ten Elders or renowned figures.

Even though you, Zhang Zhiwei, are an expert, you still have to follow my orders when you come to my territory.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at that spot, but didn't move or say anything. He just stood there quietly, his black trench coat moving even though there was no wind.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Lu Ci narrowed his eyes and quietly reached for his lower back.

Just then, Su Wuxian moved.

Su Wuxian pressed down on Zhang Zhiwei's hand.

He walked straight to the round table, but instead of going to the seat at the end, he went directly to Wang Ai's side.

That is, the position of the main seat.

"This chair is nice; it looks quite soft."

Su Wuxian patted the back of the armchair where Wang Ai was sitting, then lowered his head, took off his sunglasses, and stared intently at Wang Ai.

"Get out of the way."

Only two words.

Calm, yet carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

Wang Ai was stunned.

Everyone present was stunned.

This is a meeting of the Ten Elders!

This is Wang Ai's home turf!

This kid's trying to take the main seat right off the bat?!

"Su Wuxian! Don't be so presumptuous!"

Wang Ai flew into a rage and slammed her hand on the table: "The seating arrangement here is based on seniority and status! Who do you think you are, to presume to sit here..."

"seniority in the family?"

Su Wuxian interrupted him, giving him a look as if he were an idiot:

"In terms of seniority, even your father would have to kowtow to me; you have to call me Grandmaster Uncle."

"In terms of status..."

Su Wuxian pointed to the old Celestial Master standing behind him:

"My senior brother is standing, how dare you sit?"

"What? Do you think your ass is more important than the Old Master's face? Or do you think... your neck is harder than those unlucky guys from the Quanxing Sect?"

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the private room plummeted to freezing.

Su Wuxian gently placed his hand on Wang Ai's shoulder.

The next second, if Wang Ai said one more word.

He would then take direct action.

Twist his head off.