The man who came was dressed in white clothes, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He stood with his sword in hand. The bright light coming in from the window struck him, making him feel indescribably otherworldly.
This person is none other than Wu Shaokang, the Taoist sect’s chief senior brother, who is also known as the number one among the younger generation in Jiangbei Province.
He looks handsome and tall, about twenty-four years old, but according to rumors, his strength has reached the level of a Huajin master.
With his outstanding talent and strength, and the behemoth Wu family behind him, Wu Shaokang has always been the focus of attention from childhood to adulthood.
Wu Shaokang stood there, staring coldly at Tang Feng with a pair of red and phoenix eyes. His eyes were like swords in his hands, with an indescribable aloofness and aloofness.
Tang Feng was still sitting on the chair, motionless, and didn't even bother to look at the other person.
In his eyes, this young hero who was extremely famous throughout Jiangbei Province was nothing.
Strictly speaking, Tang Feng is two years younger than him, but his strength and achievements far exceed his.
For a while, neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the Tianzi No. 1 box changed a few times, and everyone felt a chill.
Wu Shaokang stared at Tang Feng for a long time, and then said word by word: "You are Tang Feng. In Jiangning, you were the one who injured my three junior brothers?"
Tang Feng nodded: "I am!"
It wasn't until he finished smoking that he raised his head slightly and took a look at the other person, because Tang Feng wanted to see what Wu Shenlong's son was capable of.
Tang Feng soon sensed the opponent's aura. Wu Shaokang's strength was roughly at the first level of transformation, and judging from the fluctuations in his aura, it seemed that he had just broken through and had not yet had time to consolidate.
Although he is only a first-level Huajin Grandmaster, at his age, he is something to be proud of.
Wu Shaokang tightened the sword in his hand and asked again: "According to Master Baimeizi, are you also a master of Huajin?"
Tang Feng smiled faintly: "I can't say that I am a master, but I am still at the Huajin Grandmaster level."
Wu Shaokang raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Are you really the master of Huajin?"
Tang Feng smiled and said: "If you don't believe it, you will know if you try it."
Wu Shaokang raised his eyebrows, and a trace of jealousy and resentment flashed through his eyes. He really didn't want to believe that the other person, who was even younger than him, was actually a master of energy transformation.
Doesn't this mean that the other party's talent is stronger than his!
"How are you going to settle this matter?" Wu Shaokang pointed at the great swordsman lying on the ground, his voice as cold as a knife.
"How do you want to calculate it?" Tang Feng looked up at him, his face full of joking. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Is your father's name Wu Shenlong?"
"What do you mean by asking?" Wu Shaokang snorted, and then sneered: "Don't worry, as a Taoist eldest brother, I have never relied on my father or the family behind me in my life in the world."
Tang Feng sneered, shook his head and sighed: "This is a very beautiful thing to say, but what I want to tell you today is that if it weren't for the Wu family behind you, and if it weren't for your father being Wu Shenlong, you would probably be a useless person now!
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Wu Shaokang's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "You are indeed crazy, but after all, you are a frog in the well of Jiangning. Considering your young age, I don't want to destroy you. Of course, for the sake of Junior Sister Yingying, I will not kill you."
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"I only give you one choice. Kneel down immediately, destroy your right arm, and then get out!"
Tang Feng laughed loudly, looking at him as if he had heard a big joke. Suddenly his laughter stopped, and he said word by word: "Pull out your sword!"
Wu Shaokang suddenly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and faced each other fiercely: "It seems like you are really planning to fight with me?"
Tang Feng's eyes were as bright as cold stars and he shouted: "Once again, pull out your sword, otherwise I guarantee you won't even have a chance to take action!"
With a clang sound, Wu Shaokang drew his sword, and as the sword light surged, there were dots of cold light, stinging so hard that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
"The sword is a good sword, but I just don't know how your swordsmanship is?" Tang Feng sneered. Until now, he was still sitting there motionless.
Wu Shaokang sneered: "I can guarantee that with just one sword, your arm will be broken!"
Tang Feng chuckled and said: "You seem quite confident. I can also tell you that if I just sit here and don't move, if you can cut off a hair on my head, I will kneel down and destroy my martial arts on the spot!"
"Such a madman, Japan's genius will destroy you today!"
Wu Shaokang was furious, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword light flashed and a few sword flowers appeared.
He activated the energy in his body in an instant, and swung out the sword in his hand, which instantly turned into three swords, divided into upper, middle and lower parts, and stabbed towards Tang Feng from three different directions.
"Three talents of swordsmanship, this is the sword move that senior brother is most proud of!" the second swordsman exclaimed.
"Sir, if you use the Three Talents Sword Technique, this boy will definitely die. If you dare to attack us and be rude to the Taoist sect, this boy deserves death!"
"Sir, don't show mercy, kill him!" the three swordsmen roared.
While he was speaking, Wu Shaokang flew over like a spiritual crane, and what he used was actually a kind of floating and agile movement technique.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light was approaching, but at this time, Tang Feng was still sitting on the chair motionless, and he did not even look at the sword light in front of him.
"Boss, be careful, hide quickly!" Long Yuncong exclaimed in shock.
Of course Tang Feng didn't hide. Just when the sword light struck his eyebrows like a violent storm, he suddenly stretched out two fingers and pinched them upwards gently.
The originally turbulent and thunderous sword light froze in an instant, and everyone looked at it with a look of horror on their faces, especially the three swordsmen, whose eyes were wide open and their expressions looked like they had seen a ghost.
"This...how is this possible!" the three people exclaimed, their voices trembling and hoarse.
At this moment, Tang Feng's index finger and middle finger on his right hand were holding the opponent's sword tightly. He was still sitting still, but no matter how hard the opponent exerted his strength, he couldn't break free at all. It seemed as if the sword had been separated from him.
The fingers have roots.
"You...you..." Wu Shaokang said the word you several times in a row, but he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. His face was red from holding back, and his face was shocked and angry.
Tang Feng sneered, and suddenly twisted his fingers hard, and with a sudden clang, the sword was broken into two pieces.
At the same time, he suddenly exerted force, and an overwhelming energy surged through the two broken swords, causing the opponent to retreat on the spot, fell ten steps away, and finally hit the wall.
"Damn it!" Wu Shaokang became so angry that he even wanted to rush over and fight for his life.
Tang Feng flicked his wrist, and the half-cut sword in his hand flew out under the urging of his energy. It flew past the opponent's earlobe with a whoosh, and with a final "thud" sound, it was completely submerged into the wall.
Wu Shaokang was so frightened that he turned pale and dared to step forward again.
