An hour later, the dozen or so old men finished their morning's work.
They put down the sickles in their hands and wiped the sweat off their foreheads with the corners of their coarse clothes.
They came to the field, picked up the large teapot, poured a big bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Ah!
Quench my thirst! "
After drinking, they wiped their mouths with their sleeves.
"Sigh!
The Spirit Qi is getting weaker and weaker, and the crops are not growing as well! "
"Yes, it's been more than 800 years, and this world has reached its declining stage."
"I wonder how long it can be suppressed …"
The three elders shut their mouths at this point, and their expressions were solemn.
The other elders stared at the ground in a daze, and they did not say a word for a long time.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. If it's a blessing, it's not a curse. If it's a curse, we can't avoid it!"
"Let's welcome the new guest."
"Yes, yes, yes. There's no point in thinking so much. Let's see if the famous Saint Zhang has three heads and six arms!"
"Haha, I think he has 99 heads. Including his own, there's a total of 100 heads."
"Haha, he's the youngest Saint in a thousand years, and he's the one who raised the most dragons."
"…"
The elders talked and laughed as they came to Zhang Xing.
"Last generation disciple Meng Ding greets the elders!"
Meng Ding bowed 90 degrees, cupped his fists, and bowed respectfully.
"Mm, well done!"
The benevolent elder nodded.
"I dare not neglect the elder's orders!"
Meng Ding was more excited when he heard the elder's praise than if he had eaten a miracle pill.
However, he still restrained himself and pretended to be nonchalant.
Then, his expression changed, and he turned to look at Zhang Xing.
"Zhang Xing, come and greet the elders of the Meng family!"
Zhang Xing ignored Meng Ding.
He cupped his fists at the elders. "May I know why the elders have called me here?"
"How dare you! Don't be rude!"
Meng Ding was furious when he saw that Zhang Xing did not kneel and kowtow.
More than a dozen Eight or Nine-star elders were not worthy of Zhang Xing's kowtow?
In addition, Zhang Xing treated him like air, so he was seriously dissatisfied.
Of course, most of them were jealous of Zhang Xing.
He was just an outsider, yet all the elders in the clan had agreed to send him an invitation.
He even said that he wanted Zhang Xing to be the thirteenth elder.
Wasn't this a joke?!
A few days ago, the disciples of the Yu Clan and the Tan Clan had even mocked him, saying that there was no one left in their Meng Clan.
It had been three to four hundred years, but they still hadn't gathered all eighteen elders.
Meanwhile, the Yu Clan and the Tan Clan had many talented people, and they already had 18 elders.
All these years, the other two families had been suppressing the Meng Family.
These juniors were often bullied, but they were not strong enough to beat the juniors of the other two clans.
As soon as they heard about Zhang Xing's achievements in the outside world, it was as if they had eaten the Six Flavor Rehmannia Pill.
He couldn't let go of such a talent. He had to get his hands on him as soon as possible.
Previously, because their clan was too slow, a few monstrous geniuses appeared in the outside world and were snatched away.
Therefore, this time, they had brought it forward.
However, in Meng Ding's opinion, Zhang Xing was just relying on more than 90 ancient dragons.
His strength was ordinary, and he couldn't be considered a genius.
Which of the three great hermit clans didn't have a large number of ancient dragons?
Moreover, there were a large number of ancient beasts.
No matter how one looked at it, Zhang Xing was not qualified.
At most, he was the material of a disciple.
All the younger disciples were unwilling to let him be an elder.