When we came out of Yi's house, it was already dusk, and the setting sun was coming again, like blood, dyeing the western sky red.
The two of them sat in the car without saying a word, and the atmosphere was like the setting sun, which was a bit depressing.
After a long while, Mao Shiba finally couldn't help but break the silence. He said: "Based on my understanding of the Wudang Clan, I'm afraid they won't let it go."
Tang Feng smiled noncommittally and did not speak.
Mao Shiba added: "That Qingsongzi is better. That Jialanzi, despite his amiable appearance, he was well-known as a protector of shortcomings in the Wudang Clan."
"And his skills are also unfathomable. Although I don't dare to attack openly, I have to guard against him!"
Tang Feng nodded and asked, "Do you know anything about Wudang's Wulong Envoy?"
Mao Shiba shook his head: "I have been away from Wudang for twenty-five years, and I have never heard of this person before. However, I have heard that this person was personally taught by the headmaster of Wudang some time ago."
Tang Feng was silent, as if he didn't understand what this meant.
Mao Shiba had no choice but to say again: "The headmaster of Wudang was famous for his Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword thirty years ago. It is said that his current skill has turned Qi into Yuan and entered the realm of True Yuan Wujun!"
"Since the martial arts master has been taught by him personally, he must have also learned the essence of his Tai Chi Liang Yi swordsmanship. Therefore, the young master must be careful in the martial arts competition tomorrow."
Tang Feng nodded and said, "I will be careful."
As they were talking about the car, the Hidden Dragon Team was almost in front of them, and at this moment they saw a person.
There was a young man in linen clothes, leaning against the door with a piece of dogtail in his mouth. He looked lazy, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth looked a bit cynical.
When Tang Feng saw this person, he immediately raised his lips and smiled, obviously he recognized the person.
This cynical young man was none other than Sima Fei, a shepherd from the northwest who had fought him in the World King of Soldiers Fighting Competition six months ago.
He just didn't expect that this kid would come to him. He probably came to participate in the martial arts competition.
When the car stopped, Tang Feng immediately pushed the door open and went out, laughing: "I thought the northwest wind blew someone here, but I didn't expect it was you."
Half a year ago, Sima Fei had left a good impression on him. He was decisive and open-minded, and the two of them could be considered friends.
Sima Fei still leaned against the door wall and said with a smile: "You should have thought of it."
Tang Feng nodded slightly and said: "Tomorrow is the martial arts conference for the younger generation of China. How can you, a genius like you, not come?"
Sima Fei suddenly stopped smiling and said in a deep voice: "Although I also came to the imperial capital for the martial arts competition, after all, as a martial arts student, who doesn't have the ambition to compete with the world's masters!"
Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the topic and said: "However, the most important thing I am not here for."
Tang Feng said: "Then why are you here?"
Sima Fei's eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, saying one by one: "For you!"
"For me?" Tang Feng was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
Sima Fei did not give him time to react, and then shouted: "Did you meet an old beggar in Jiangbei three months ago?"
"An old beggar?" Tang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, but he quickly thought of the eighth-generation elder of the Beggar Gang, who seemed to be an old guy named Sima Liuyun.
Thinking of this, Tang Feng's mind suddenly shook. He had obviously realized something and was about to speak.
But Sima Fei nodded slightly and said it for him: "Yes, obviously you have guessed that the old beggar Sima Liuyun is not only the eighth generation elder of the Beggar Clan, but he is also my uncle!"
After figuring out the reason, Tang Feng couldn't help but smile, looked at him and said, "So you came today with the intention of asking me to avenge your uncle?"
In the world of martial arts, this kind of grudge and hatred is a normal thing, so it is understandable that Sima Fei avenges his uncle.
Unexpectedly, Sima Fei said: "Revenge, why should I avenge him? My uncle is not dead, not to mention that my relationship with him is not good to begin with."
This time, Tang Feng was stunned.
Sima Fei smiled and said: "I'll tell you some news. My uncle has three sons. It happens that one of them has a good talent. Coincidentally, this son happened to be accepted as a direct disciple by the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan."
Tang Feng stopped talking this time, waiting for him to continue.
Sure enough, Sima Fei continued: "The most important thing in the world is reputation. Three months ago, you beat Sima Liuyun and fled, causing him to lose his reputation. His son will definitely not sit idly by."
Tang Feng sneered and said: "So this person, the direct disciple of the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, is ready to come to avenge his father?"
Sima Fei said: "To tell you the truth, my cousin Sima Ku is now in the imperial capital."
Tang Feng smiled and said: "So you came today to deliver a message to me on his behalf?"
Sima Fei said: "This is certainly one of the reasons, but of course it is not the most important reason."
He said without waiting for Tang Feng to speak, and then added: "You defeated me half a year ago. I admit that you have outstanding talent, but I don't accept it."
After saying these words, Sima Fei finally stood up straight, his original lazy expression disappeared, even the dogtail grass held in the corner of his mouth had been spat out, and his two eyes shone like wolf light.
At this moment, Tang Feng finally knew the real intention of this boy coming to find him. This boy, Qing Feng, wanted to compete with him!
After taking a closer look at Sima Fei's aura, he found that he had reached the eighth level of Huajin. Tang Feng remembered that at that time, he was only at the second level of Huajin.
Such progress has been made in just half a year. For Sima Fei himself, it is naturally an extraordinary speed. Even among his peers, this young man who is only 23 or 24 years old can already be regarded as a genius!
However, from Tang Feng's point of view, it was a bit unsatisfactory. After all, Tang Feng was already far beyond him now.
Naturally, it was impossible for Sima Fei to see Tang Feng's current state. He said: "I came to you today for two purposes. The first one is to compete with you!"
"In addition, my cousin Sima Ku will also attend the martial arts conference tomorrow. He asked me to send you a message. If you can't even beat me, then there is no need to participate again."
Tang Feng nodded, then shook his head, and said amusedly: "Indeed, if I can't even defeat you, then naturally it will be necessary for me to participate again."
Sima Fei said in a deep voice: "We are simply competing to see how good we are. No matter what the outcome is, our previous friendship remains unchanged."
Tang Feng was greatly moved. This guy was really open-minded. He immediately nodded and said, "I'm very pleased that you can say this. I really can't disagree!"
