The three Shaolin elders suddenly opened their eyes. As if the sun was shining across the sky, a pressure suddenly spread out. Everyone in the hall felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain.
Tang Feng, however, stood there with a straight face, his straight body ignoring the opponent's pressure. He looked like a sharp and domineering javelin.
The hook-nosed elder on the left suddenly yelled: "Are you Tang Feng?"
Originally, there was no need for him to ask this question. After all, Wu Shenlong had just introduced him in public.
Of course, everyone also knew that the reason why the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall named Wu Kuang asked questions was largely because he wanted to show off his status and momentum.
Tang Feng naturally did not answer, but said coldly: "You are not deaf, are you? Didn't you hear clearly just now?"
Wu Kuang shouted in a deep voice: "What a sharp-tongued boy, it seems he only knows how to talk."
Tang Feng was too lazy to look at him and turned to look at the white-haired elder of the Law Enforcement Hall who was sitting in the middle and said: "If you called me here today just to show us your so-called pomp, I'm sorry. I apologize.
I won’t accompany you!”
After saying that, he cupped his hands and turned around to leave.
The great elder sitting in the middle, whose monastic name is Wu Fei, is one of the three elders of the Shaoshi Mountain Law Enforcement Hall. Seeing Tang Feng take steps, he suddenly spoke slowly: "Since Shi Zhan is already here, why rush to leave?
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When he said this, he flicked his wrist forward, and a strong wind suddenly surged in the hall and rushed forward.
Bang!
The four heavy nanmu doors in front of the door were tightly closed.
Seeing this situation, Tang Feng could not walk away. Although there was only a wooden door in front of him, he could push it open and walk out.
But if he walks out of this door like this, he may never be able to hold his head high again in the world.
"Donor, please sit down!" Wu Fei waved his hand and made the word "love".
Even though he came here to ask questions, Master Wu Fa seemed to be very polite, his behavior was in line with the rules, and his demeanor was full of majesty. He was worthy of being an eminent monk.
Tang Feng naturally had no choice but to turn around and sit down.
When Su Changkong and others around him saw this, they couldn't help but gloat secretly. They were not stupid, and they naturally saw that these three law enforcement hall elders were here to cause trouble for Tang Feng.
During this period of time, Tang Feng had dominated the upper class circles in Jiangbei, which had made families like them lose face. However, due to Tang Feng's powerful skills, they only dared to be angry but dared not speak out.
Now that they saw that the other party was finally in trouble, and it was the legendary Kowu Shaoshishan who came to cause trouble, although they didn't show anything on their faces, they were already happy in their hearts.
Naturally, Tang Feng saw all the expressions of Su Changkong and others around him. He remained calm and just sat there, not even looking at the three bald heads in the main seat.
Wu Fei suddenly put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name, and then said: "I would like to invite Donor Tang to come here today. I mainly have a few questions that I want to ask the Donor clearly."
Tang Feng picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip. He couldn't help but said to himself: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have farts, hurry up."
Na Wufei chuckled lightly and clasped his hands together: "The donor speaks quickly, and the poor monk gets straight to the point."
Without waiting for Tang Feng to answer, he continued: "Half a month ago, here, the donor, had a fight with my junior brother Wu Ming?"
This is the headquarters of the Taoist sect. Tang Feng did fight with that old bald donkey Wu Ming half a month ago. Su Changkong, the Ling family and others were all there at the time. There is nothing to hide about this.
So Tang Feng said: "It is true."
Before Wu Fei could speak, Wu Kuang next to him immediately snorted coldly: "Then you injured my junior brother Wu Ming. Is it true?"
Tang Feng suddenly smiled and shook his head slightly. Instead of answering his question, he asked: "You three, I have a question."
Wu Fei said: "If the donor has any problems, it doesn't matter."
Tang Feng said: "What you call Shaoshi Mountain, does it count as a sect of martial arts? Are the monks people of martial arts?"
Wu Feidao said: "Although I am far away from the world, I am still in the world, so I am naturally a member of the world."
Tang Feng said: "Since I am a member of the martial arts world, I would like to ask, is it normal for martial arts competitions to occur, with fists and feet without eyesight, and to be injured in the process?"
"Two people are competing in a competition, and one party is defeated. Can we only blame this person for not being good at martial arts?"
When he asked these words, the three law enforcement hall elders were immediately speechless. Even if they wanted to refute, Tang Feng's words were well-founded and they could not defend themselves at all.
What's more, Shaoshishan has always regarded himself as the leader of a famous martial arts sect, even though his disciple Master Wu Ming was injured by Tang Feng.
But if they still cling to this matter at this moment, it would be a bit unethical.
Elder Wu Kuang on the left was furious after hearing this, and was about to explode when he was stopped by his senior brother Wu Fei.
After proclaiming a Buddhist name, Wu Feicai said: "What the donor of the Tang Dynasty said is true. Junior Brother Wuming failed in the martial arts competition because he was not good at studying. This is not the fault of the donor. The donor is young and has such a high level of martial arts.
I already admire you!"
After saying this, before Tang Feng could speak, he continued: "I just have one more thing I need to ask Donor Tang."
Tang Feng sneered and said, "Look at you three, you don't even have a hair on your head. You've got a lot of shit going on."
The elder named Wu Xie on the left was furious and immediately wanted to stand up, but in the end, his senior brother Wu Fei waved his hand to stop him.
This old monk Wu Fei not only has strong energy, but also seems to have quite good cultivation. In fact, everyone here knows that although there are many kinds of kung fu in Shaoshi Mountain, there are said to be seventy-two unique skills.
However, the unique skills of Shaoshishan are largely related to the practitioner's own cultivation level. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the state of mind cultivation, and the achievements that martial arts can achieve will undoubtedly be higher.
In comparison, Wu Kuangyu and Wu Xie were much worse than Wu Fei in terms of martial arts and cultivation.
From the beginning to the end, Master Wu Fa was sitting there, his face as calm as an ancient well. He clasped his hands together and said: "Monks don't lie. According to what my junior brother Wu Ming said, when the Tang Donor fought, at that time
What he performed was one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaoshi Mountain, the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, right?"
At this point, without waiting for Tang Feng to speak, he immediately turned his head and looked at Wu Shenlong and Su Changkong, saying: "Everyone was also present at that battle. I dare to ask you, what was Tang Donor doing at that time?
Not my Shaolin Dragon Claw Shou?"
Wu Shenlong was in trouble and was hesitating about how to answer. In fact, what he was worried about was this. Shaoshishan's seventy-two unique skills were never told to outsiders.
Any outsider who steals lessons will be severely punished by the Law Enforcement Hall!
Su Changkong immediately nodded and said: "Reporting to Master, although my martial arts skills are not very good, it can be seen that what Mr. Tang used at that time was indeed the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand."
