Because of the incident at the door, the Yi family's planned small-scale martial arts exchange meeting naturally had no intention of holding it again.
The Wudang Clan people left quickly, so Tang Feng naturally did not stay long and left with Mao after he turned eighteen.
The originally lively Yi family suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Although there were more than a dozen core members of the family sitting here in the Yi family meeting hall, no one spoke.
Yi Guozhang's face was gloomy and frighteningly cold.
Suddenly someone asked: "Master, is that Tang Feng really so terrifying that even our Yi family dare not offend him?"
Another person shouted coldly: "Although the man surnamed Tang is also a Dragon Messenger of the Dragon Group, can he be compared with the Wudang Clan and the Wulong Messenger?"
Yi Bufan said nothing. His right arm was broken. Even if it was reattached, he would be unable to use force in the future, which would be equivalent to being half disabled. He just had a sullen face, and his eyes were as vicious as a car demon.
Yi Guozhang suddenly shook his head, let out a long sigh, and then said feebly: "So you have to make it clear that no matter whether this boy named Tang can fight against Wulongshi, just because of his status as Dragon Dragon Thorn Knight,
It is not something that our Yi family can offend."
"Although I am the leader of the North China region of the Dragon Group, I still call him "Sir" in front of him. Don't you even understand this?"
Everyone was silent, and it was at this time that they realized that even the Wudang Clan would not openly embarrass the man named Tang for the sake of the Yi family.
Yi Guozhang said: "The identity of the Dragon Messenger is no small matter. Not only will the Wudang Clan not protect our Yi family, but when necessary, they will even sacrifice our Yi family to protect the reputation of the Wudang Clan!"
Having said this, he raised his head, looked at Yi Bufan in the corner, and said in a deep voice: "Fan'er, you still don't understand this truth?"
Yi Bufan gritted his teeth and said: "I understand, I have no objection to using one of my arms to protect the reputation of the Wudang Clan. I just don't accept it. I don't accept that person named Tang. I really don't accept it!"
His last words were almost shouted.
Yi Guozhang sighed: "I know you are dissatisfied, but under the current situation, our Yi family must not act rashly again."
A family elder asked: "What is the strength of the man named Tang?"
Yi Guozhang shook his head and said: "I don't know. So far, I can't tell his depth, but one thing is that he is at least the fifth level of Venerable Pulse Opening!"
The hall suddenly fell into a brief silence again. It took a long time before someone said: "That Lord Martial Dragon Envoy, can you compete with him?"
Yi Guozhang pondered for a long time, and then said after careful consideration: "Wulongshi's Grand Master is the master of Wudang Sect. During this period, he has taught him personally. I think Wulongshi's skills have reached unfathomable levels."
An elder pondered: "Then, wouldn't it be easy to suppress the man named Tang?"
Yi Guozhang couldn't help but smile and said: "It's hard to say, but there is one thing. Tomorrow's Junjie Martial Arts Conference is, in a sense, also a competition and selection among dragon messengers. The person who loses means that he will lose from now on.
Compete for the qualifications of Zulong!"
The elder from before said: "I heard that the White Dragon Envoy from the Shuchuan Tang Sect will also participate in the competition tomorrow?"
Yi Guozhang nodded and said: "According to the rules set by Zulong, anyone under the age of thirty who becomes a master can participate. Now, there are three of the six dragon envoys who are under thirty, so they will naturally participate."
At this point, he paused and then continued: "However, Chinese martial arts is extensive and profound, and there are many hidden masters among them. In tomorrow's competition, there must be other ordinary masters who have never been born before!"
"So during this period, our Yi family must wait and see what happens, and we can't cause trouble anymore, understand?" Yi Guozhang shouted coldly, Qi Qi glared at Yi Bufan.
Besides, after Wudangmen got into the luxury car, Jialanzi immediately asked: "Where is Wulong Envoy now?"
A disciple next to him said: "Uncle Qi, Senior Brother Wulongshi, is in the Bamboo Forest Pavilion."
"Let's go to Zhulinxuan!" Jialanzi said in a deep voice.
There are no bamboos in Zhulinxuan. Instead, it is in an alley full of sycamores. The cold wind in winter has caused the sycamore leaves to wither long ago, making this old alley even more dilapidated.
Zhulinxuan is a small courtyard, and the courtyard door is also in ruins. When you open the door, you will see a small courtyard inside.
As soon as the Wudang group walked in, they immediately saw a mighty and handsome young man standing in the yard.
This young man looked to be only twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Although the temperature in the imperial capital was very cold in winter, he was only wearing a thin blue coat.
He had sword-shaped eyebrows and an eagle nose, and his two piercing eyes were like stars in the sky. He stood upright with a sword in his hand.
Looking carefully, everyone suddenly discovered that what he was holding was actually a wooden sword!
This mighty young man is of course what they call the Martial Dragon Envoy!
Wu Longshi was still standing there, as if he didn't see anyone coming. He raised his wooden sword flat, and his eyes were staring at a bowl-sized sycamore tree in front of him.
The disciple who followed him was about to speak out, but Jialanzi suddenly waved his hand to stop him.
"He is practicing, please don't disturb him!" Jialanzi said solemnly.
"You can enter the realm of selflessness at such a young age. Wulongshi is truly worthy of being one of the two great geniuses of Wudang!" Qingsongzi sighed, with admiration on his face.
Jialanzi also sighed: "It is difficult for even me to enter this state of selflessness. His talent is really extraordinary!"
Yu Yuanxing couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "But he is holding a wooden sword. Can you practice with this kind of sword?"
Jialanzi shouted: "What do you know!"
At this moment, the Wulong envoy in front suddenly moved, and he thrust out his sword, an ordinary sword, towards the sycamore tree in front.
The edge of the sword was half an inch away from the root of the tree, but he suddenly paused. Then he sheathed the sword without looking back and said, "Uncle Taishi, what do you think of my sword?"
Jialanzi sighed repeatedly: "It is indeed powerful. This sword has almost reached the realm of the legendary swordless sword. It seems that your swordsmanship has made great progress."
The martial dragon envoy smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that so far, I still haven't been able to enter the swordless realm of the Grand Master!"
The two of them were talking to each other, and the people around them were almost confused. They couldn't understand it at all. The sword strike just now seemed like a trick, without any momentum at all. Is this a sword?
Even Qingsongzi heard it with only a partial understanding.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden boom, and the bowl-sized sycamore tree in front of them fell to the ground, and everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
When he turned around and looked around, he realized that although the plane tree was intact on the surface, the heart of the tree had been destroyed long ago.
"Have you seen the Dragon Thorn Envoy?" Wu Long Envoy suddenly asked.
"Yes, Yu Yuanxing's arm was crippled by him!"
Wu Longzhi then turned around, stared at Yu Yuanxing for two seconds, and said word by word: "If he uses one of your hands, I will cut off his limbs tomorrow!"
