Chapter 1560: I didn't understand it

"Get home..."
Seeing the many palaces and buildings that have been repaired, Xing Jiansheng smiled.
Looking again at Zhang’s eyes, Zhang’s feeling in the heart is completely different.
When I first came a few days ago, I wanted to teach the little genius and give Zhang a color to see. Now I know that this guy is myself. I have always been disgusted. It is my own family... I can’t say it in my heart. Feelings.
"If you get back early, you won't be making such a big move..."
Thinking of the horror that I saw before I came, Xing Jiansheng couldn’t help but shake his head.
If you can recognize the child in advance, and you can recognize it, you will not be confused.
"If you have a trouble, otherwise those of you who are Zhang’s family, I feel that I am the best in the world, I can’t understand these things. I’m going to let them know, and my son, what genius, What is the pure blood, using more resources, is also a rice bucket!"
Dream of the sword is cold.
When he heard his wife, Xing Jiansheng didn’t know how to refute it. He had to smile and shook his head:
What you said is right...

The Xing Jiansheng personally took the road, there was no obstacle to flying all the way, and the time was not long, and he returned to the hall where the elders had previously discussed.
A few days ago, Zhang Xuan had a great battle with the great elders here, destroying countless buildings. At this moment, it has been repaired, exactly the same as before, and there is no trace of the slightest collapse.
"Your mother has been in the family several times, and has demolished several houses, so... Zhang Jia specializes in leaving a group of gardeners who are good at building, and can fix them in time if something happens..."
Seeing his doubts, Xing Jiansheng’s voice is full of vigilance.
The "mother" who heard not far away was also the king of destruction.
To tell the truth, he destroyed, it was not intentional, but it was only a coincidence that it was a coincidence, and the mother’s deliberate intention was not the same.
"Welcome to the family, welcome the little genius to return!"
When you enter the hall, you will hear a sound of a brush, and look up. You will see that the room is full of people. It is the many elders of Zhang’s family.
Xingjian Sheng nodded, and Yang Shi, Zhang Hang and others strode in and sat in the main position.
According to the normal situation, in the identity of Yang Shi, it is necessary to sit in the best position, but he is the younger brother of Zhang Hang, and Zhang Hang is the younger generation of the two Juggernauts, so they can only sit At the end.
"Zhang Suchang is a small genius whose family has been missing for 20 years. Since he is back today, please take care of your hard work and prepare for the ancestral items and procedures. Tomorrow morning, recognize the ancestors and establish them. The position of the patriarch!"
Xingjian Sheng takes care of the week.
"Achieve the position of the patriarch?"
"The idea of ​​the patriarch is to hand over the patriarch to the little genius tomorrow?"
"Is this too fast?"
A lot of elders are all glimpsed.
The little genius returns, the position of the patriarch, will be returned sooner or later, but this is also a bit too hasty!
When I first came to Zhangjia, I didn’t understand anything. Let’s lead it. Can it really make Zhang’s family better and better, instead of getting more and more chaotic?
"I object!"
A voice in the crowd shouted out.
Look up and see that the elders Zhang did not trace out of the crowd.
Seeing him, Xing Jian Sheng eyebrows wrinkled.
Let him go back to the home for punishment, but he was still there.
"Say the reason!"
A snoring, the eyes of Xing Jiansheng picked up.
It’s hard to find a son, full of joy, and I didn’t expect to go home, but I was opposed by the tribe, which made him extremely unhappy.
"Zhangjiajiazhu, who has always been succeeded by the most pure blood in the family, although Zhang Xuan is your son, the family's little genius, but his blood has not been detected, no Zhang family blood, how to Can you inherit the position of your home?"
Great elders.
"I can't detect blood?"
"There is no family blood? Great elders, what is going on?"
All other elders are a glimpse.
Detecting the hanging blood veins is that Zhang Wuchen quietly does nothing, only two people in the family know, and others do not know.
"Clean elders, let's talk about it!"
Zhang has no trace.
"Yes!"
Zhang Buchen step forward: "When Zhang came over a few days ago, I suspected that he was a small genius. He took him to the blood pool for testing. The result..."
Soon, I will hang it into the blood pool and say it in detail.
"This..."
"There is no family blood, not even Zhang family, how can you become a homeowner?
......
After listening to the explanation, everyone is whispering, one by one full of shock and doubt.
When the little genius was born, the blood was detected, and the whole family was shocked. This established the identity of the patriarch... But after twenty years, the blood in the body is gone, how can he be the patriarch?
"The power of blood is the sign of Zhangjia. Zhang Hang is the son of Zhangjia. Since the family is confirmed, it is undeniable, but... I lost the blood of Zhang family, and I don’t agree with the ancestral training. How can I do it? Become a patriarch?"
Zhang No traces and fists: "I am all here for the family, but I also hope to think twice on behalf of my family!"
"you……"
A fist fist, Xing Jiansheng face iron blue.
I thought that with my son coming back, I could easily inherit the position of my family. I never thought that this big elder would block the road for one reason.
He said it is good. The family does have regulations. If the blood reaches a certain standard, it is eligible to become the owner.
The son does not have a little blood in his body, even if he is a master, it is not justified.
"What do you say?"
The gas is about to explode, or it is strong to hold back the anger.
"It's very simple, find the most pure blood, and people who meet the standard!"
The great elder nodded.
"My blood is not up to standard, who can get it?"
The other party is deliberately embarrassed.
He is the most pure blood in the family, but he still does not meet the standards of becoming a family owner. He can't do it. Who else can succeed?
The other party obviously does not want to establish a family owner.
"The blood of the family is not up to the level of the family. It does not mean that others can't reach it. There is already one in the family that can meet the standard... even far more than the standard!" Zhang no trace, a beckon: "Come in!"
Call!
After a figure came slowly out of the door.
"His blood, fully in line, is only weaker than the little genius of the year! Fully qualified to be a patriarch..."
Zhang has no trace of a big hand, a special force will cover the future, and the next moment, the figure immediately shines brightly.
"A strong bloodline..."
All the pupils in the hall are all shrunk.
The light shines, they sense the power of the blood in the other's body, far better than themselves, beyond the unknown, as hot as the sun.
Even the Xing Jiansheng can't help but frown.
He can also sense that the blood of the other party is much more powerful than himself, not at the same level.
"His blood is more than everyone, in line with the standards, establish him as a patriarch, I wonder who is against it?"
Seeing the people who lived in the crowd, Zhang Wuji smiled and looked around for a week.
After the voice fell, I heard the hanging in front and suddenly opened.
"You come over..."
"Zhanghang, what are you doing? Although you are a small genius, but the blood is not there, you can't speak for you. We are discussing the owner's choice now, please shut up..."
See him at this time actually interjected, Zhang no trace of anger.
However, if the words were not finished, I saw the figure that he brought in, and hurried to the front, the knees were soft and fell to the ground.
"Apprentice Zhang Jiuyi, met the teacher!"
There is a sincere face, not someone else, it is Zhang Jiuyi.
"Well, get up!"
Sentimentally, Zhang hangs his hand and strokes the head of the disciple. Then he raises his head and thinks about it. He looks at the distance not far from the mark: "The elder, what did you say, I didn't listen." Clear..."
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