The middle-aged man in brown clothes glared at him coldly, holding the sword tightly in his hand. Looking at him, he seemed to be ready to fight if they disagreed.
Originally, today was a small martial arts exchange meeting held by the Yi family. As the master, Yi Bufan, the eldest son, should not allow this to happen.
But now, he stood there motionless. Looking at him like this, everyone still didn't understand that the reason why the middle-aged man in the brown gown jumped out was because he had secretly received his instructions.
Of course Tang Feng also understood that Yi Bufan did not dare to come forward to make things difficult, so he asked this person to come forward.
Then he smiled faintly, glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Are you deaf?"
The middle-aged man said one word at a time: "Of course I am not deaf. I just want to ask you what do you mean by that sentence?"
Tang Feng shook his head slightly and snorted: "Since your ears are not deaf, can't you understand?"
There was a sudden choking sound, and the middle-aged man suddenly drew his sword. A cold sword aura was imminent. Under the sun, the silver light of the long sword in his hand flashed, making people know that it was not an ordinary sword at a glance.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, but Yi Bufan still watched with cold eyes, with no intention of mediating.
Tang Feng didn't even look at this person. Instead, he turned to look at Yi Bufan and said, "Who is this person to you?"
Yi Butao: "Today my Yi family is holding a martial arts exchange meeting, and the people who come are of course all martial arts geniuses."
Tang Feng chuckled and said, "If you look right, this person should also be a member of the Wudang Clan, right?"
The middle-aged man hummed: "Your martial arts are mediocre, but you are not blind yet."
His words were naturally equivalent to acknowledging his identity. Yi Bufan smiled and said: "This is my senior brother Yu Yuanxing, and of course he is also a genius among the younger generation of Wudang."
Tang Feng smiled noncommittally and said: "It's hard to say what a genius is, but he does have quite a temper."
Yu Yuanxing's expression suddenly changed after hearing this, and the sunlight hitting his dark yellow face felt unspeakably cruel.
Mao Shiba, who had been silent all this time, seemed to be worried that the situation would escalate, so he suddenly came forward and asked, "I wonder, who are you, Wudang Qingsongzi?"
Yu Yuanxing was slightly startled, then hummed: "That's my father!"
Having said this, he turned his head, glanced at Mao Shiba, and asked, "Do you recognize my father?"
His tone was no longer as arrogant as when he spoke to Tang Feng, for no other reason than that, because he could see that Mao Shiba was already a Venerable Master of the fourth level, and his strength was indeed quite impressive for him.
But as for Tang Feng, in his opinion, it was just ordinary. In fact, the reason why he felt that way was because Tang Feng deliberately concealed his aura.
With his state of mind, of course it is impossible to tell!
Mao Shiba nodded: "Qingsongzi is an old friend. Please step aside. For your father's sake, my young master will not embarrass you."
In fact, what he said was entirely out of good intentions, and it was entirely because of his old acquaintance with Qing Songzi.
However, it was okay that he didn't speak. After hearing this, Yu Yuanxing's face became even darker. He gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency is also a great master, but you are willing to be the follower of such a dandy and a waste?"
Mao Shiba let out a long sigh and said, "Because of our old friendship with your father, I can't help but say more, because I really don't want to see you being taken advantage of."
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that using this Yu Yuanxing as a gun to kill, it is natural that he is Yi Bufan next to him.
Yu Yuanxing said in a deep voice: "For the sake of your acquaintance with my father, I will allow you to finish your sentence!"
Mao Shiba thought about it for a while, and then said: "You should know the origins of the people from Changtianmen in the imperial capital, right?"
Yu Yuanxing snorted coldly: "Of course it is clear that Chang Tianmen are the abandoned disciples of our Wudang Clan!"
Mao Shiba couldn't deny this. Yu Shihe continued: "Just yesterday, Chang Tianmen was destroyed, the sect leader Chang Shengtian died, and the Supreme Elder Chang Junwei fled. Do you know who did it?"
Yu Yuanxing's eyes were fierce and he immediately asked: "Who did this?"
Mao Shiba looked at Tang Feng and said, "Of course it was my young master who did it."
At this point, he let out a long sigh and said, "Now, are you still going to insist on standing up for others?"
Yi Bufan, the narrator, was startled after hearing this. He originally wanted to say something, but he also knew that at this juncture, it was better for him to remain silent.
Yu Yuanxing was also startled, but suddenly, he threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was joking. After a while, he snorted coldly: "It's really a joke. Who do you think I am? I'm a member of the Changtian Clan, but I'm just a Wudang man."
A traitor who has fled the world for twenty years, how can he be compared to me?"
Mao Shiba stopped talking, because he had nothing to say. He just felt sorry for his old friend Qing Songzi, who could be considered a person. He never expected that his son would be so miserable.
Yu Yuanxing seemed determined to stand up for his junior brother Yi Bufan. He suddenly turned to glare at Tang Feng and said word by word: "Let me ask you, what do you mean by what you said just now?"
Having said this, he didn't wait for Tang Feng to speak, and then shouted: "What you mean by that sentence is that as long as you don't come, today's Yi Family Genius Martial Arts Exchange Meeting will not be considered a gathering of geniuses?"
Tang Feng's expression remained unchanged. He didn't interrupt in the middle just now. He was just looking out for Mao Shiba's face. He also knew that although Mao Shiba left the Wudang Clan more than 20 years ago, he still cared about Wudang.
So for Mao Shiba's sake, he really didn't want to embarrass Yu Yuanxing, but this guy was too ignorant of praise.
At that moment, Tang Feng smiled lightly and said, "If you understand it this way, that's okay!"
Yu Yuanxing suddenly laughed, his laughter was both gloomy and joking. He hummed heavily: "Since you dare to say such things, you must be a genius among geniuses!"
As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the long sword in his hand immediately glowed with dazzling sword flowers. He raised his wrist, and the tip of the sickly and sharp long sword was already aimed at Tang Feng's eyebrows.
At this moment, Tang Feng's expression completely darkened.
"Pull out your sword!" Yu Yuanxing could not see the killing intent slowly radiating from Tang Feng's body.
Tang Feng stared at him closely, his eyes like blades, and said word by word: "I tell you, so far, no one has ever dared to point a sword at me like this!"
"For the sake of Mao Shiba and your father being old friends, I will give you a chance to break the sword immediately and kowtow to apologize on the spot, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, what? I'll say it one last time, draw your sword and take action. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to take action under my sword!" Yu Yuanxing shouted angrily.
When Yi Bufan next to him saw this, he finally smiled, a sinister smile, because his plan finally came true at this moment.
Tang Feng sighed slightly and shouted: "If that's the case, then you can't blame me!"
