After a lot of competition, it was already noon, the sun was blazing brighter, the bamboo forest was dense, and the sunlight shone down, casting spots of luster.
Since then, the top four were born, namely Dragon Thorn Envoy, Wu Long Envoy, White Dragon Envoy, and Sima Ku.
These four people stood at three seats in the dragon group. Everyone knew that although this was a martial arts conference, in a sense, it was more like a competition among dragon messengers within the dragon group.
The competition between the dragon messengers is, to put it bluntly, the competition for the position of the ancestral dragon in the future!
These three dragon messengers are not yet over thirty years old. Losing means losing the possibility of competing. The one who wins in the end can compete with the other dragon messengers who are older and more powerful.
This world is originally one of natural selection, and martial arts are the most respected in the world, which makes this competition even more intense.
Tang Feng also knew this very well!
"The next four, please come to the stage to draw lots according to the competition system, decide your opponents, and compete for the top four!" The Black Dragon King's voice suddenly sounded.
The four people came on stage one after another. Although no one spoke during the period, the atmosphere was undoubtedly more tense than before, and the subsequent fight was of course much more intense.
It is not difficult to imagine that the next semi-finals will be absolutely thrilling, so those who have lost did not leave much. Even the young man in white at Hidden Sword Villa stopped and watched from a distance.
Sima Ku took the lead and quickly drew out the cards, which showed one.
"Tang, I'm looking forward to my next opponent, I hope it will be you!" Sima Ku raised the number in his hand, which shone golden in the sun.
Martial Dragon Envoy also smiled heartily and said: "Dragon Thorn Envoy, Yu Yuanxing's arm was destroyed by you. I am also looking forward to it. You will be my opponent next time."
Even the White Dragon Envoy of the Tang Sect said: "The Dragon Thorn Envoy has been very popular recently. Even I am looking forward to a showdown with him!"
All three of them had spoken, but Tang Feng just smiled bitterly and shook his head without speaking.
When the people in the audience saw this, they couldn't help but laugh and said: "It seems that among the four, he is the Dragon Thorn user. He is the weakest, so everyone wants to fight him."
"Of course, as the saying goes, it's easy to pick up the weak persimmons. Everyone knows this truth!"
"Pick the soft persimmon?" After hearing this, Tang Feng could only shake his head and smile bitterly. It's too early to draw a conclusion on who is the softest persimmon.
The Wulongshi's card was two, which was the same as the White Dragonshi, so although Tang Feng was still the last to draw, the result was known in advance.
The card he pulled out could only be one!
When Sima Ku saw this, he immediately raised his lips and smiled, shook the number in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I'm waiting for you!"
After saying this, he turned around and left the stage, and the rest of the people followed suit.
The Black Dragon King suddenly said: "The four of you will go down to rest first. The two of you with the first card, please be ready!"
It didn't take long to prepare. The sun suddenly disappeared into the dark clouds, and the cold wind suddenly became biting.
As the Black Dragon King's voice sounded, Sima Ku jumped over and landed on the martial arts field. At this time, he was no longer carrying the imitation dog beating stick like before, but had already caught the dog beating stick in his hand.
Everyone could see that this time, he was probably ready to use the dog-beating stick. The opponent was strong, so he had to use the Beggar Clan's secret skills.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Tang Feng, looking at him without blinking. Even Naga Lanzi slightly raised his eyelids and looked this way.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tang Feng put out the cigarette in his hand and stepped onto the stage.
Mao Shiba suddenly said: "Master, your dragon spear?"
Tang Feng paused, turned around, glanced at the dragon spear, and said with a smile, "Let's leave it for now. He probably won't be able to use this spear yet!"
Although the voice of this sentence was not loud, almost all the masters present naturally listened to it, and someone immediately said in a deep voice: "This Dragon Thorn user has such a loud tone, even when facing Sima Ku of the Beggar Clan, he...
Don’t plan to use weapons yet!”
"Having confidence is a good thing, but being blindly arrogant is extremely stupid!"
"Just wait and see, I can guarantee that the Dragon Thorn user will definitely lose in this battle. There is no way he can defeat Sima Ku, the direct disciple of the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan!"
"The guy surnamed Tang just now is at the peak of the fourth level of opening pulses at best. His martial arts have been exhausted and he has almost no trump cards. But Sima Ku is said to not only know the Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick technique, but also...
Even the Beggar Clan’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are already quite popular!”
There was a lot of discussion around him, but without exception, everyone was not optimistic about Tang Feng. They all believed that he would lose this battle.
In response to this, Tang Feng just shook his head, smiled faintly, and jumped forward.
The two of them were only three meters apart, fighting each other. Although neither of them spoke, at this moment, the atmosphere seemed to have suddenly become tense with the cold wind.
Sima Ku finally took the lead to break the silence: "Do you know, there is one thing I admire about you."
Tang Feng asked: "I wonder which point it is?"
Sima Ku sneered and said: "You dare to go on stage to humiliate yourself even though you know you are outmatched. I really have to admire you for this."
Tang Feng smiled faintly: "I believe that after this battle, you will definitely admire me even more!"
Sima Ku coldly snorted: "Looking at the entire martial arts world, there is one person in your dragon group who I can completely admire, but it will definitely not be you."
Although he did not name the person he admired, everyone knew that the person he admired must be the Crown Prince of the Dragon Group, Feilongshi.
Even in the entire world, the Flying Dragon Envoy is very influential. At the age of less than forty, the Flying Dragon Envoy has now broken through the realm of masters. It is rumored that he has entered the True Yuan realm and is known as the Flying Dragon Warrior!
Now the strength of this flying dragon envoy is even higher than that of the Black Dragon King!
Tang Feng didn't speak. After all, he was still young now. Although his current level was not as good as that of the Flying Dragon Envoy, in a few years it would be hard to say who was higher or lower.
Sima Ku suddenly swung the dog-beating stick in his hand, drawing several afterimages in mid-air, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "But you should be lucky, at least you are qualified and can make me use this stick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body had moved, but for a moment, afterimages of his body appeared, and yellow sand flew under his feet, as if the wind and clouds were stirred up.
Tang Feng stretched out his right hand, and the golden light flashed, displaying the real dragon claw. After all, his opponent was very powerful, and even he couldn't treat it carelessly.
The dog-beating stick danced wildly in the wind, turning out afterimages in the yellow sand. The moves were mysterious and unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Feng's entire body was enveloped in it.
"The dog-beating stick technique is really wonderful, it is indeed a unique skill of the Beggar Clan!" Everyone around saw this and marveled.
"With this hand alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult to dodge this Dragon Thorn user!"
Tang Feng didn't dodge at all. He was still there quietly. Seeing the afterimage shrouded, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the afterimage head-on.
