At this moment, although Tang Feng's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat were dripping down his face, and there was even a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
However, his nine words were like thunder on a sunny day, exploding in everyone's heart.
The invisible momentum that shrouded the square suddenly subsided and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
But at this time, the square was still quiet, but everyone's hearts were extremely uneasy. Even many female disciples of the Emei Sect present had tears glistening in their almond eyes.
Regardless of whether the other party was a treacherous thief or not, they were deeply shocked and impressed by the fearless spirit of the other party.
Originally, these eighteen powerful men had gone beyond the rules of the martial arts tournament. Shadow Dragon and Black Dragon King had reasons to take action, but they still did not move.
It's not that they don't dare, it's just that Zu Long has already said that everyone has their own path to walk, and if they often rely on their support, then this person may never learn to walk.
Although this was a harsh test for Tang Feng, but now that he has passed it, the harvest for Tang Feng is also huge. At least his state of mind has made great progress.
Tang Feng just smiled faintly at this. Of course he had reasons to question who was behind it, but he still chose someone because he knew that even asking would not help.
People in the world have only seen his rise to fame in recent times, but most people cannot see the hardships he has experienced over the years.
When he was brought into the Hidden Dragon Team at the age of eight, he began inhumane training. He spent fourteen hours a day in sweat. After more than ten years of overseas missions, he almost escaped death.
Even when he was practicing, he tried his best every time, and his muscles were almost bursting several times.
These people only see the glory and fame in front of others, but fail to see the hard work and hardship behind them.
But Tang Feng doesn't care about any of this, because as a strong man, most people understand the truth. A real hero will never live his life looking at others, nor will he live for others to see!
After a short period of silence in the huge square, a loud sound of Buddha's chant suddenly sounded, and then a mage wearing monk's robes and cassock walked up to the podium.
"This person is Xuan Ming, the current deputy abbot of Shaolin!" the Black Dragon King whispered to Tang Feng from behind.
Tang Feng nodded to express his belief that given his current age and status, the supreme abbot of Shaolin would not be alarmed. After all, the abbot was a contemporary of Zu Long.
Therefore, it is more appropriate for the local abbot to preside over this martial arts conference.
Master Xuanming's eyes were as bright as a torch. He stared at Tang Feng twice, clasped his hands and said, "The donor's spirit is like a green pine in the mountain. He is strong and unyielding. He deserves to be given a seat."
As soon as he finished speaking, three futons suddenly flew from a distance, fell one after another, and landed at Tang Feng's feet.
Originally, according to the regulations, Tang Feng was not qualified to sit down. After all, his status was not yet high enough. However, even the eighteen powerful men couldn't help but agree with the spirit he showed just now.
Three futon seats were placed in front of the rostrum, facing the eighteen powerful men.
Tang Feng was sitting in the middle, with Shadow Dragon accompanying him on the left, and Black Dragon King on the right. As for the other members of the Dragon Group, even the two Dark Dragon members were standing behind him.
Master Xuanming shouted: "All the heroes of the world have arrived, so this conference has officially begun!"
As soon as his voice fell, the silent square erupted into a commotion, and the people below raised their heads in anticipation of what would happen next.
For the vast majority of people in the arena, although what happens next has nothing to do with them, it does not prevent them from watching the fun. After all, such major events in the arena are rare.
Xuan Ming clasped his hands together, pronounced a Buddha's name, and said: "The ultimate purpose of convening this martial arts conference is to support justice in the martial arts world, drive out evil spirits and heretics in the world, and maintain a bright and prosperous world!"
Tang Feng didn't say anything after hearing this, and there wasn't even the slightest expression on his face. These empty words are just for children to hear. There are a few people in the world who are fools.
Xuan Ming paused and then said: "This martial arts conference was first initiated by Wudang Jialanzi and the third elder of the Beggar Clan. After discussion, it was finally jointly sponsored by Shaolin, Wudang and the Beggar Clan."
These are all remarks made on the spot, and it would be impossible not to say them, because it would appear unofficial, but if they were said, they would appear long-winded, because everyone already knows them now.
Xuan Ming obviously knew it, so he changed the topic and immediately said: "The reason why the conference was held was because there were rumors in the world that the dragon group Long Jian Tang Feng stole the Shaolin scriptures, stole Shaolin stunts, and also stole Learned the Beggar Clan’s unique skill of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!”
After the words fell, Yinglong immediately shouted in a deep voice: "There are rules in the arena. People in the arena say that my dragon formed the Dragon Thorn and secretly learned the martial arts skills of the two noble sects. Is there any evidence?"
Master Xuanming turned his head and gestured slightly to the eighteen powerful men on the right. After receiving permission, he said: "Please come out, Shaolin disciple Lingming."
Tang Feng's eyebrows trembled when he heard this. He had no idea that Shaoshishan had already prepared this person.
This so-called Ling Ming was the guy Tang Feng met in Jiangning half a year ago when he went to the outer sea to kill the Nancheng Tiger King.
At that time, the opponent was performing the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand. Perhaps because of the golden dragon claw mark in his body, Tang Feng just took a few glances and memorized it all, and thus learned this unique skill.
Not long after, Ling Ming, who was thin and with his right arm hanging slightly, walked out with the support of two monks.
"I have met the abbot, and I have met the eighteen senior masters. I am Lingming, a disciple of Shaolin Lingzi." Monk Lingming put his hands together and introduced.
Abbot Xuanming waved his hand and said: "Lingming, now in front of the heroes of the world, tell me word for word what happened half a year ago."
Ling Ming nodded slightly and then dictated, although some of the words were too harsh, such as how Tang Feng wanted to put him to death and how he escaped from death, the severity was exaggerated.
However, he didn't lie about the dragon claw hand, and he insisted that it was Tang Feng who stole it.
After hearing this, the people in the square below said angrily: "I didn't expect this kid to be so cruel, such a murderous and cruel evil man!"
Regarding these comments below, Tang Feng turned a deaf ear and just sneered: "I dare to ask Master Abbot, you just said that I secretly studied your Shaolin scriptures, but in fact, I just watched this spiritual performance, and thus learned the Shaolin dragon Clawhand, does this count as stealing?"
Ling Ming remained silent and did not speak again, because he was no longer qualified to ask questions about the next words. After the statement, his mission was completed.
A Master from the Luohan Hall at the seat shouted in a deep voice: "Although the donor is not shocked by theft, you have indeed learned the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands. Don't you deny this?"
Another Wudang Sect elder also shouted coldly: "Moreover, you are cruel and murderous. If Ling Ming hadn't relied on his strong martial arts and escaped by jumping into the sea, I would have died in your hands long ago.
