Suddenly, the huge reception hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone present was stunned, and the faces of the four great priests showed strong looks of horror. They never imagined that Su Chengde, who was only half-stepping into the realm of Huajin Master, was hit hard by a counterattack punch.
"As expected of the recommendation of Patriarch Wu, your strength is indeed impressive!"
Master Wu Ming put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up slowly, stared at Tang Feng with a pair of cold eyes, and shouted: "If I am not mistaken, your strength must have reached at least the third level of energy transformation, right?"
Tang Feng smiled noncommittally and was too lazy to answer.
Wu Shenlong saw that the atmosphere was getting tense, and he was afraid that the conflict would escalate. After all, Master Wuming was a disciple of the inner sect of Shaoshi Mountain, and he had a powerful Shaolin Temple behind him.
Although the ancestors of the Wu family also came from Shaoshi Mountain, that was decades ago. Wu Shenlong really didn't want to offend this bald man if it wasn't necessary.
Wu Shenlong stepped out quickly and said: "It is said that fists and feet have no eyes. Injuries will inevitably occur in the competition. Elder Su had an arm broken during the competition, and the Taoist sect will make corresponding compensation."
When he said this, he did not give Su Changkong a chance to speak, and quickly said: "Everyone, everyone must have seen the strength of Grandmaster Tang. Do you still have any doubts now?"
Su Changkong's face was full of anger. Although he wanted to take action immediately and crush the young man standing in the field to ashes, Wu Shenlong said those words first, so it was hard for him to have another attack, at least not in the Taoist sect.
Master Wuming suddenly walked slowly, walking down step by step, and stopped only ten centimeters away from Tang Feng. He suddenly shouted: "I don't question his strength, but I still want to ask him."
Wu Shenlong thought for a while and said quickly: "I wonder what the master wants to ask Grandmaster Tang? Is it about the dog? Yesterday, the dog Wu Shaokang was indeed injured by Grandmaster Tang, but it was all a misunderstanding and a trivial matter."
Master Wu Ming sneered and said: "Of course it's not this matter. Since you are Shaokang's father, since you don't intend to pursue this matter, I, as a master, will certainly not bother with it."
Wu Shenlong nodded and said, "I wonder if Master Wuming still has any doubts?"
Master Wuming did not answer, but raised his head abruptly, twisted his two gray eyebrows, stared at Tang Feng coldly, and said word by word: "Let me ask you, three months ago, off the coast of Jiangning, a Tiger King
On the cruise ship No. 1, the person who severely injured a Shaoshishan outer disciple and threw him into the sea, was it you?"
Tang Feng was startled and suddenly remembered that three months ago, during the fight with the Nancheng Tiger King, the Nancheng tiger indeed invited a bald monk, who was also said to be a disciple of Shaoshi Mountain.
Moreover, his semi-finished dragon claw hand was also learned from this person, but the Shaolin bald man submerged himself into the sea in time, allowing him to escape in the end.
Tang Feng had nothing to hide about this and immediately said: "It is indeed me!"
"Sure enough, it's you!" Master Wu Ming's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and murderous intent suddenly appeared on his old face.
Wu Shenlong was shocked when he saw this and said quickly: "What's going on, Master? Is there any misunderstanding here?"
Master Wuming snorted coldly: "There is no misunderstanding. The Shaolin outer disciple who was thrown into the sea was Lao Na's disciple. He was severely injured at that time and went through nine deaths, only to save half of his life!"
Wu Shenlong originally wanted to say something, but Master Wu Ming suddenly turned his head, stared at him and shouted coldly: "Mr. Wu, please step aside. I must understand this grudge today. Even if the old Patriarch Wu comes in person,
There is no way to interfere!”
Wu Shenlong sighed helplessly. He originally invited Tang Feng to serve as a worshiper, hoping to increase the power of the Taoist sect and also add a seat for the Wu family in the Taoist sect. However, it seems now that the result is not satisfactory.
Master Wuming turned around and shouted coldly: "Tang, do you know how my disciple is doing now?"
As he spoke, he didn't wait for Tang Feng to speak, and immediately shouted: "He is now paralyzed, and will become a complete invalid for the rest of his life!"
Tang Feng sneered and said: "So now, you also plan to beat me into a useless person?"
Master Wuming said: "You think I shouldn't do this?"
Tang Feng suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "You are also a figure in the world. Don't you know that when you are in the world, there is no right or wrong? There is only one thing in the world, and that is fists!"
Master Wu Ming nodded heavily and said: "Yes, when it comes to fists, whoever has a big fist or a hard fist is the king. Today, I will use the fist in my hand to completely destroy you!"
As he spoke, he turned his fist, stepped on his foot, and immediately rushed over.
"The first move of Dragon Claw Hand, dragons roam the world!" Master Wuming's robes surged, and the robes rustled under the agitation of the energy, and the momentum was huge.
To be able to be a worshiper of a Taoist sect, especially the head of the four major worshipers, one's strength is naturally not low. In fact, Master Wuming's current strength has reached the fourth level of energy transformation.
In Jiangbei, the fourth level of Huajin is already an incredible super master!
Master Wu Ming is confident enough that with one move of his dragon claw hand, he can take down the kid in front of him.
However, he soon discovered that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake. With one move, Long Xingtianxia caught him like lightning, but he unexpectedly missed the target.
With just a tap of Tang Feng's foot, his entire body flew out like a spiritual crane.
Master Wuming didn't even scratch Tang Feng's sleeve, not to mention scratching his right arm.
"Second style of dragon claw hand, flying dragon and phoenix!" Master Wu Ming shouted angrily, activating the energy in his body again. This time, the speed of the attack was faster than before, and the power was more violent.
However, when he grabbed it, he missed it. Tang Feng swayed and swam past.
Master Wu Ming grabbed the table in front of him with his claws, and with a bang, he scratched the table to pieces on the spot.
"Damn it, you cunning brat, let me see where you are hiding, the third form of the dragon claw hand, the dragon flies to the sky!"
Master Wu Ming was furious and tried to arrest him again. However, with his current level, facing Tang Feng, an eighth-level Huajin master, he was like a fly on a tree.
The Dragon Claw Hand has a total of six styles, eighteen ways, and a total of thirty-six moves. He has used them one after another, but he still hasn't even touched Tang Feng's fur.
"Damn it, you brat, are you just relying on your body and speed to dodge? Do you dare to catch my dragon claw hand head on?" Master Wu Ming was going crazy.
Tang Feng settled down and sneered: "This is the dragon claw hand known as Shaoshishan's seventy-two stunts? I think it's just that. Next, I will let you see what the real dragon claw hand is.