The cold wind suddenly tightened, but the bamboo forest knocked down by the dragon's roar could no longer shake.
This world-class battle of geniuses undoubtedly came to an end with the death of the Holy Envoy of the Sun Never Sets and the escape of the Holy Son of Brahma.
The final result was undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations. No one expected that the Chinese Dragon Thorn user would actually fight against two world-class geniuses one against two, and in the end he would win a complete victory.
There were thousands of people on the field, looking at the figure that stood upright like a dragon spear in his hand on the martial arts field, their hearts were filled with all sorts of complicated things.
After a brief silence, there was a commotion of discussion, and suddenly someone said: "It's really wonderful, this battle of the world's geniuses is truly wonderful!"
"The strength of Dragon Thorn User is astonishing, and he is worthy of being the champion of our Chinese Martial Arts Conference!"
"This battle, the name of the Chinese Dragon Thorn, not only resounded throughout the Chinese martial arts world, but also caused a sensation in the world!"
"I'm afraid the Dragon Thorn user is about to rise. He seems to be only twenty-three or four years old now, but the talent he has shown far exceeds that of his peers!"
"I'm afraid that given time, he will be able to overtake the flying dragon envoy of the dragon group, and then there will be another battle for the position of the ancestral dragon between the two of them!"
"I'm really looking forward to it. Who is more powerful, him or the White Dragon Envoy?"
Listening to the pointing comments of the people below, Tang Feng, as the person involved, just smiled slightly without any expression. His face remained calm.
The road to martial arts is long and far away. Although he defeated the Sun Never Sets and Brahma, for Tang Feng, there is nothing to be proud of. There are four holy envoys in the Blood Alliance, and there are endless ancients in the Western Heaven of Ancient India.
Martial Arts Master.
"After today's battle, I'm afraid I won't be able to calm down for a long time!" Tang Feng shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.
At this time, Lord Shadow Dragon turned his head, gave him a rare smile, nodded and said: "Yes, you are indeed very good!"
Tang Feng immediately came back to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "I have seen Lord Shadow Dragon!"
Shadow Dragon waved his hand slightly and said with a smile: "No need to be polite, Zulong entrusts you to me. I will stay in the Imperial City for a while. If you don't understand anything about martial arts, come and ask me!"
"Yes, I will trouble you a lot more then!" Tang Feng handed over his hand, his gesture not showing any confidence.
Now he has just reached the peak of the Venerable realm of the ninth level of opening pulses. As for the next realm of Tongqiao master, he needs to open up ninety-nine and eighty-one acupoints in the human body to advance to the realm of master...
At present, this is still a discredit to him, and it is the time when he needs guidance from his seniors.
Seeing that Tang Feng was so respectful and not arrogant even though he won the victory, Shadow Dragon was undoubtedly more satisfied. He nodded slightly and said, "Originally, you defeated these two people and it was a great achievement. I should have rewarded you, but Zulong has already given it to you."
If you change the fruit, I won’t be able to come up with anything better.”
Tang Feng smiled and said: "You're welcome, Master Shadow Dragon. In your capacity, you are willing to condescend to guide the cultivation of this junior. This is already a priceless treasure."
Master Shadow Dragon suddenly burst into laughter. The more he looked at Tang Feng, the more satisfied he became. Although there were six dragon messengers in the dragon group, none of them were arrogant people with a higher temperament than the sky.
Only this Dragon Thorn user is extraordinary in terms of character and ambition. More importantly, his talent potential is even stronger than that of the Flying Dragon user.
If it weren't for the previous rules when establishing the Dragon Group, the Dark Dragon Division, including him, would not be allowed to participate in the competition among Dragon Messengers for the position of the Dragon Group.
Otherwise, he would have to publicly declare his support for the little guy named Dragon Thorn, but even so, in his heart, he was leaning towards Tang Feng.
"I will stay at the Dragon Group headquarters for the next period of time. You can come to me anytime you have time!" Shadow Dragon said, turning to look at the people in the audience and saying, "It's already dusk, let's all disperse!
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It was already dusk at this time, and the duel originally started at noon, but now the sun was setting. It turned out that this battle between the geniuses had lasted for such a long time.
Although everyone present was still unfinished, Shadow Dragon had already spoken, but they also left one by one.
The third elder of the Beggar Clan on the edge of the rock in the far corner suddenly whispered: "Master Jialanzi, what should we do now?"
It has to be said that the strength Tang Feng showed just now shocked even him.
Although he is the third elder of the Beggar Clan, he is only at the pinnacle of the ninth level of Kai Mai. In other words, even he is no match for this Dragon Thorn now.
Jialanzi stared at Tang Feng with a complex expression. After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and sighed: "This boy's talent is too terrible. If he continues to grow, he will definitely be the next Ancestral Dragon!"
As for the Ancestral Dragon sixty years ago, whether it was his talent or his brilliance, he once caused a huge wave in the world.
When Zu Long had not fully risen, no one realized it, but by the time he founded the Dragon Group and showed his great abilities, it was obviously too late for the famous sects to suppress him.
Although the Dragon Group is the basis for the protection of China, in the eyes of people in the ancient martial arts world, it is nothing more than an organization, an organization that can compete with the major ancient martial arts sects!
The third elder of the Beggar Clan gritted his teeth and said, "Indeed, this kid must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
Jialanzi looked at the sky and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "You and I will go to Shaolin immediately. Before this boy can break through the realm of the master, we can completely eliminate him. Otherwise, once he reaches the realm of Tongqiao, he will become the master of the generation. His identity will be
It's very different. It will be difficult to touch him again when the time comes!"
"Yes, you and I will go to Shaolin immediately. No matter what this time, we must persuade the abbot of Shaoshishan. In addition, we must also inform your Wudang Supreme Master that you must hold a martial arts conference!"
After the two of them finished speaking, without any hesitation, they immediately turned around and took advantage of the dim dusk and starry night to go up Songshan Mountain.
In the blink of an eye, the bustling bamboo forest was gone. The days in the imperial capital in winter were short, and soon the sun set and night fell.
After bidding farewell to Shadow Dragon, Black Dragon King and others, Tang Feng turned around and walked down the martial arts field to the bamboo forest.
Mao Shiba followed closely behind. Although the old man was filled with joy and had many things to say to Tang Feng, he still did not say a word.
In the Jianghu, the so-called servant follows the master, Tang Feng won a great victory. Although Mao Shiba was a servant, his face felt quite glorious.
But he also had to sigh that he only met Tang Feng half a year ago. At that time, this little guy's realm was even lower than him, and he had not yet reached the pulse-opening realm.
Unexpectedly, in just half a year, he has already been far behind.
As soon as Tang Feng turned around an intersection, he immediately saw a person.
The White Dragon Envoy of the Tang Sect hadn't left yet. He jumped out from the bamboo forest and said with a smile: "We have won a great victory today. Shouldn't I treat you to a drink today?"
Tang Feng laughed and said: "You should indeed invite me, but I need to invite one more person."
The White Dragon Envoy asked: "I'm very curious, who else in the imperial capital is qualified to let you buy a drink?"
Tang Feng waved his hand and sighed softly: "Speaking of which, you should also get to know this person."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called Chen Haoran, the illegitimate son of the Tang clan.
