With the death of the White Dragon King, the competition between the two dragon messengers, the Dragon Thorn User and the Flying Dragon User, naturally came to an end.
The Feilongshi took the Xuandan back into his body on the spot, and Tang Feng naturally let go of his hands without using his trump card.
When the people around saw this, they all shook their heads with regrets on their faces. They had no idea that this contest between the two geniuses in the group would end with such a result.
After all, the two of them have been fighting until now, and the winner has not yet been determined.
From the outside, it seems that the Dragon Thorn user has a slight upper hand. After all, forcing the Flying Dragon user to this level already means victory.
You must know that this is a competition, not a fight of life and death. There are unwritten rules in the world. Unless it is a life-and-death feud, you cannot use the technique of blood sacrifice in the competition on the stage.
In other words, the battle just now was already won by the Dragon Thorn user in a sense.
However, this is a secret realm after all. Everyone present can see that Tang Feng has practiced the art of body training and his body is extremely strong, so he has a great advantage in this secret realm.
On the other hand, the Flying Dragon Envoy, although he is the Xuandan Martial King, his Dantian Xuanyuan cannot be fully exerted due to the seal, which makes him seem a bit passive.
Everyone has no doubt that if this battle was fought on earth instead of in the secret realm, then the final result would definitely not be like this.
"In general, the two are equally matched. These two Dragon Messengers are both very strong and deserve to be the chosen ones!" This is undoubtedly the thought in the minds of most of the members of the Dragon Group.
However, they also knew that regardless of the death of the White Dragon King, the two men were afraid that there would definitely be another contest in the near future.
"If the predictions for this contest are good, it should take place at the Huashan Swordsmanship Competition in three months' time!"
"That's right. After the sword debate in Huashan, the next successor to the position of Ancestral Dragon should come out!"
Everyone was whispering around and then dispersed after Zu Long's order.
The Flying Dragon Envoy and the Tyrant Dragon Envoy had already rushed over, knelt down in front of the White Dragon King, and then kowtowed three times silently.
"Lord Zulong, since my master is a sinner of the Dragon Group, he should not be included in the list of Dragon Group's martyrs. I want to bury him nearby in the secret realm." The Flying Dragon Messenger gritted his teeth and shouted.
"That's right!" Zu Long couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. No matter what, the White Dragon King was a senior member of the Dragon Group, and he had been with him for more than twenty years, so there was a sense of friendship in his heart.
After waving his hands slightly, Zu Long turned around and walked to the scene immediately.
Naturally, Tang Feng didn't stay long. Although he felt a little empty in his heart, the White Dragon King deserved his punishment, and he had no friendship with the Feilongji and Tyrannosaurus. No matter what he said at this moment, it would be inappropriate.
So I simply didn't speak, shook my head slightly and left.
But after he left, Tyrannosaurus suddenly raised his head, a pair of scarlet eyes exuding murderous intent as if fleeing from the sky, gritted his teeth and said: "Tang Long Ci, all of this is because of you. And, if it weren't for you, Master
How could he be forced to commit suicide?"
Although the flying dragon envoy did not speak, he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Tang Feng's eyes, which also revealed a sense of hatred and murderous intent.
The Tyrant Dragon user clenched his fists and said angrily: "Brother Feilong, we absolutely cannot let this matter go!"
The Flying Dragon Messenger still didn't speak, and still stared at Tang Feng's back with slightly squinted eyes.
The Tyrannosaurus envoy said again: "Brother Feilong, please say something, what should we do next?"
After a long while, the flying dragon envoy sighed: "Now, let's find a place to bury the master first. We will talk about other things later."
The Tyrannosaurus couldn't help but shouted: "What about this guy Tang Long Ci? Let's forget it like this?"
The Flying Dragon Messenger still didn't speak, he just leaned down and picked up the body of the White Dragon King, then turned around and walked step by step towards the vast and vast land outside.
However, the Tyrannosaurus stood there and refused to move, his fists still clenched tightly, his face full of anger.
The flying dragon envoy walked about five steps away without pausing or looking back. He just said in a deep voice: "You have to understand one thing. Master's kindness to me is far greater than his kindness to you. Now he is being forced to do so."
Death, the pain in my heart will never be lighter than yours."
Speaking of this, he sighed and said: "But don't forget, we are not only the apprentices of the White Dragon King, but also the dragon messengers of the dragon group. There is a saying in the world that a gentleman takes revenge after ten years!"
After saying these words, he hugged the body of the White Dragon King and strode towards the vast land ahead.
The Tyrant Dragon user was shaken all over, and then he laughed deeply and said: "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Brother Feilong is indeed a great genius. His plans are far more long-term and thoughtful than mine."
He said and finally gave Tang Feng a fierce look in the direction he was leaving, then strode after him.
As for Tang Feng, he had followed Zulong back to the central tent.
Although I didn't hear the conversation between the Flying Dragon and the Tyrant Dragon, I could roughly guess that the two sides had already formed a rift. Although they had to stop due to the relationship between Zulong, sooner or later, the two sides would still have to fight.
There was a fierce battle.
Of course, Tang Feng will never back down. Now he and the Flying Dragon are almost on par, and given time, they will definitely be able to greatly surpass the other.
Zu Long sat on the main seat in the middle, but still said nothing.
As for Hong Qitian and Chu Xionghe, they were sitting next to each other, and it was even harder to speak at this time.
Tang Feng thought for a moment and then raised his hands and said, "Master Zulong, will you blame me for this?"
Zu Long twisted his eyebrows and asked: "Why do you say this?"
Tang Feng cupped his hands and said: "In this matter, if I had spoken, the White Dragon King would not have to die, but I insisted on putting him to death. The White Dragon King has been with you for more than twenty years, will you blame me for this? No
The capacity to accommodate people?”
Zu Long thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "You are wrong to think so. Although I am not a ruthless person, I am definitely not a person who blindly protects and condones me. The White Dragon King has committed a capital crime, so he deserves to die!"
Tang Feng nodded and said no more. Originally, when he said these words, he was not worried that Zu Long would be blamed. He just wanted to use an excuse to change the subject so that he could relieve the loneliness and sadness in Zu Long's heart.
Zu Long could probably tell. After smiling slightly, he suddenly took out a brocade box from his arms and threw it towards Tang Feng.
"What is this?" Tang Feng asked, taking the brocade box over.
"This is good stuff!"
Zulong smiled and said in a deep voice: "The secret realm itself is extremely dangerous. In addition to the hidden demons, now that the White Dragon King has spread your message to the world, I believe that in the next period of time, there will be no peace in the secret realm.
You go into seclusion to refine it, and then go into the depths with me to experience it."
Tang Feng immediately cupped his hands and said: "Thank you Lord Zulong, I will go into seclusion right now!"
