In the spring of March, flowers are blooming everywhere in Songshan Mountain, and the mountains and plains are colorful. However, Tang Feng is in a hurry to catch up with Songshan Mountain and has no intention of enjoying such beautiful scenery anymore.
After all, Shadow Dragon was very kind to him in the past. He even mobilized all the members of the Dragon Team for his sake and almost bloodbathed the entire Songshan Mountain.
Tang Feng is not a heartless person who forgets his roots. Now that Shadow Dragon's life is in danger, how can he not be worried.
The Songshan Ancient Temple is full of incense and smoke, and the weather is nice, so there are many tourists from far away. However, most of the people doing receptions in front of the temple are just ordinary monks.
These monks have mediocre qualifications. At most, they have only practiced some superficial boxing and kicking skills. They cannot compare with those warriors who have developed internal strength or transformation strength.
The real heritage of Shaolin is not the rows of magnificent halls in front, but in the back mountain. As a forbidden area, ordinary tourists are not allowed to enter.
Tang Feng walked straight through the rows of halls in front and came to the back mountain gate.
The simple wooden door was blocked by four monks holding wooden sticks. When they saw the visitor, they immediately shouted coldly: "Shaolin forbidden area, ordinary people are not allowed to enter, please benefactors to stay!"
Tang Feng didn't waste any time and directly took out the token of his dragon group Dragon Envoy.
When the four monks saw it, they immediately said in surprise: "Members of the Dragon Group, may I ask your Excellency?"
Tang Feng didn't reply, but just asked: "Can I go in now?"
The four monks hesitated slightly. After the last time when all the masters of the Dragon Group gathered in Songshan Mountain and almost caused a bloodbath, all the Shaolin monks had a grudge against the Dragon Group.
However, they also knew that it was an extraordinary time. Half a month ago, Songshan Shaolin was suddenly attacked. It was said that several big leaders from the Southwest Jiuji Sect joined forces to attack.
Nowadays, the entire Songshan Mountain has gathered almost most of the famous people from the righteous sects and sects.
"Donor, please come in!" The four monks are all at the Huajin Grandmaster level, but with such strength they can only watch the door.
Tang Feng put away the dragon group token and immediately stepped in. Looking at his back, the four monks were discussing.
"The token just now seems to be the exclusive token of the Dragon Group Dragon Messenger, but I don't know who it is?"
"The five dragon envoys of the dragon group, the flying dragon envoy, the tyrannical dragon envoy, and the white dragon envoy from the Sichuan Tang Sect are all inside now. As for the Wudang dragon envoy who was severely injured and has not recovered yet, he has not come."
"The remaining two, one is the Sword Dragon User of Huashan, and the other is the legendary Dragon Thorn User. However, this Dragon Thorn User is said to have died two months ago."
"The Sword Dragon Envoy of Huashan is currently preparing various matters for this Huashan Sword Forum in Huashan. He has not come to our Songshan Mountain. Could this person be the Dragon Thorn Envoy?"
"By the way, I remembered. I saw the Dragon Thorn user from a distance half a year ago. The man just now looked very similar to him from the back. There is no doubt that he is the Dragon Thorn user!"
"How is it possible? There are rumors in the world that he is already dead. It's really a ghost. Go and report it!" The four monks exclaimed, and two of them rushed in quickly.
Although Tang Feng, who was in the hospital, listened to the conversation of the four monks, he was too lazy to pay attention to it. At his current state, many ordinary things have long been ignored.
This is exactly what is said, when you have experienced the vast ocean, the small rivers and streams in front of you will no longer arouse any interest in you.
Tang Feng walked straight towards the meeting hall in front, because he had already seen it from a distance. At this moment, many people were gathering in the meeting hall, and Zu Long was also there.
As soon as he stepped forward, the two monks rushed in behind him, shouting: "No, sir, the first abbot, the dragon group's dragon assassin is not dead. He has already arrived at our Songshan Mountain."
The two people shouted this time, and more than a dozen people in the meeting hall turned their heads, but they did not look at these two people. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Feng who was standing by the door.
Everyone was stunned. Even Zulong was a little dazed for a moment and couldn't believe his eyes.
Master Xuanfa, the abbot of Shaolin, reacted the fastest. He raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly waved his hand: "I know, you two get out first!"
The two gatekeepers also reacted and looked at Tang Feng inside and then at the people in the hall before exiting in embarrassment.
Zu Long was the first to come forward and said with a big smile: "Good boy, you are indeed not dead. That's great. That's great!" It was obvious that he was really happy.
Of course, among the dozen or so people in the huge meeting hall, when they saw Tang Feng's return, some were happy, some were hesitant, and even more were jealous and hateful.
These jealous and resentful people were naturally the Flying Dragon Envoy and Tyrant Dragon Envoy next to Zulong. After all, Tang Feng had indirectly forced the White Dragon King to death before. As the White Dragon King's apprentices, these two people naturally harbored resentment.
In addition, there were Ling Xuzi and Tian Hezi from Wudang, who also frowned tightly. At the ancient ruins of Tiandang Mountain, what Ling Xuzi did was obvious to everyone.
If Tang Feng is really dead, no one will mention the fact that Ling Xuzi forced Tang Feng to hand over the Flame Divine Spear. After all, Ling Xuzi is also a veteran martial arts king and the leader of Wudang Clan.
Even Zu Long didn't mention it after he came back, but now with Tang Feng's return, it's hard to talk about it.
Master Xuanfa also felt complicated. After all, he had not really made any contribution at that time, and as a representative of the righteous sect, he did not follow Zulong and Hong Qitian to the rescue.
He, the abbot of Shaolin, cannot be justified in terms of emotion and reason, and it goes against the moral principles of the world.
However, as the host this time, Master Xuanfa still clasped his hands, chose the Buddha's name and said loudly: "Amitabha, the benefactor of the Tang Dynasty has brought great blessings to the heavens. It is really a blessing that he survived the catastrophe and returned safely."
Tang Feng smiled faintly and said: "Thanks to Master's blessing, this junior can escape with luck, but this time, I returned safely, I'm afraid I will disappoint some people here."
Although he did not say this clearly, everyone present knew that the people he was referring to were naturally Ling Xuzi, Feilongshi and others.
Ling Xuzi's nose twitched. After all, he was also a first-generation leader. Now in front of the Jianghu people, it was natural not to express his feelings. He immediately stepped forward and said: "It is indeed a good thing that your Excellency can return safely."
Tang Feng stared at him sideways and sneered: "Daoist Master Ling also thinks it's a good thing?"
Ling Xuzi's expression changed, but before he spoke, Tian Hezi who was next to him suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "What are you talking about? Why does your tone sound like you are dissatisfied with my master?"
Tang Feng turned his head slightly, stared at him and said every word: "Don't I have any reason to be dissatisfied with him?"
Tianhezi had a sullen face, thinking that when he was in the secret realm, he could not exert his full strength due to the restrictions of the seal, but now that he has returned to the earth, am he still afraid of you?
Thinking of this, he hummed: "You are a little Dragon Thorn user, what is your identity, questioning my master?"
Tang Feng smiled slightly, and the flaming divine spear in his hand suddenly slammed down hard, and the tail of the spear directly sank into the hard marble floor. Then he said word by word: "The divine spear is in my hand now. You two masters and disciples, right?"
