Tianhezi finally got up from the ground, but his body was still staggering. It seemed that the punch Tang Feng had just hit him was really hard.
The Wudang Clan has suffered such a great humiliation, and Ling Xuzi, as its leader, has no dignity left to stay here in front of everyone.
"Let's go, Mr. Tang, let's wait and see!" Ling Xuzi snorted suddenly, flicked his sleeves, then glared at Tang Feng, and left in embarrassment angrily.
Seeing this, Master Xuanfa, as the host after all, shook his head slightly and then stepped forward to see him off.
As for Tang Feng and others, they turned over and returned to the meeting hall with Zu Long and Hong Qitian.
Hong Qitian sighed as soon as he walked in: "I didn't expect that this kid like you was a blessing in disguise. In just two months, you actually broke through to the half-step Martial King realm."
Speaking of this, he shook his head and sighed: "With your current strength, you are enough to compete with the junior Martial King!"
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's just to compete with the junior martial arts kings. Compared with the senior martial arts kings like you, there are still some shortcomings."
Hong Qitian couldn't help but glared and said: "In such a short period of time, you want to be able to compete with the likes of us. How old are you now? You are only twenty-four or five years old. If you can compete with you, you will be really defiant!"
Tang Feng just smiled and stopped talking. In fact, he still had something in his heart that he had not said, that is, if he uses the golden body of the Kingdom of God to ignite the existing three thousand divine fires, even a veteran high-level martial king will
Not without the strength to fight.
Of course, it was impossible for him to say these words. As for Zulong, he just smiled.
The Flying Dragon Envoy, who had been silent all this time, saw this and suddenly stepped forward and said: "Tang Long Ci is very talented. He has become a half-step Martial King in a short time. I'm afraid it won't take long to surpass Master Zulong!"
The Dragon Tyrant also stepped forward and said with a smile: "Yes, when the time comes, the position of Ancestral Dragon, I'm afraid, must be Tang Long Ci."
Although the two of them said this, the three of them could not hear the bitterness and jealousy in their tone, but they would not tell it.
Tang Feng just smiled and said: "It is said that the Flying Dragon Envoy also had a great opportunity when he was training in the Demon Abyss, and obtained a magic sword?"
When he said this, his eyes were looking at the scarlet-blooded Full Moon Demonic Sword in the opponent's hand.
The flying dragon wielder raised the magic sword in his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a little-known sword. It's far behind the talent of the dragon thorn wielder. I want to come back to the next Huashan sword debate, Tang Long
Thorn, he will definitely be able to defeat the other heroes with his skills and reach the top in one fell swoop!"
Zu Long couldn't help but frowned after hearing this, and he was obviously unhappy. After all, both of them were dragon messengers of the Dragon Group. As Zu Long, he had two geniuses under his command who were competing against each other, so his mood was naturally not going to be any better.
So he immediately interjected: "By the way, during this trip to Songshan, in addition to our Dragon Group and the Beggar Clan, people from the Shuchuan Tang Sect are also here."
After hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but ask: "People from the Tang Sect of Shuchuan are also here. So the White Dragon Envoy, and that guy Chen Haoran is also here?"
Zu Long nodded and said: "That's natural. The Tang Sect had to take care of the affairs of deputy sect leader Tang Tianhao, so they didn't come to the meeting hall just now. They are in the west wing at the moment. You can go and catch up with them."
Tang Feng knew clearly in his heart that Zulong was deliberately distracting the fight between him and the Flying Dragon Envoy. He nodded immediately, but soon remembered something and asked quickly: "By the way, Master Zulong, I heard that in half a month
Some time ago, several leaders of the Southwest Jiuji Sect besieged Shaolin, and Lord Shadow Dragon was seriously injured. How is he doing now?"
Zu Long said in a deep voice: "Shadow Dragon's situation is not good, but Gang Leader Hong and I have sent a few beams of mysterious energy to protect his heart. There is no fear of his life for the time being. It's not appropriate to disturb him at this moment. He just waits for Medicine King to come."
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Hearing that Shadow Dragon's life was not in danger for the time being, Tang Feng felt slightly relieved and said after thinking for a moment: "Since it's not appropriate to disturb him, I won't go to see Lord Shadow Dragon for the time being and will go to the west wing."
Zulong nodded to express his acquiescence.
"Farewell, see you later, Senior Hong!" Tang Feng bowed his hands slightly, then turned around and left the meeting hall, walking straight to the west side.
Hong Qitian also slightly cupped his hands and said: "In that case, the old beggar will leave first. At this time, it is probably time for that boy Xionghe to come out of seclusion. I will go and see him."
Zu Long said: "Mr. Hong, please excuse me!"
Hong Qitian nodded, took the Beggar Clan's most precious dog-beating stick, and left with his straw sandals.
Suddenly, there were only three people left in the hall: Zulong, Feilongshi and Tyrannosaurus. The huge meeting hall suddenly fell into silence.
Zulong put his hands behind his back, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly said: "Flying Dragon Envoy, there is something I have to remind you."
His tone was a little solemn, and the Feilongshi couldn't help but be startled, and said: "If Master Zulong has anything to say, just give me your orders."
Zu Long turned around, looked at him and said: "You have been with me for the longest time. You should know me well and understand Zu Long's rules. I know that you have always been worried about the death of the White Dragon King.
, and I have always hated the Dragon Thorn User."
The Fei Long Commander subconsciously tightened the scarlet Full Moon Demonic Sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and did not speak.
Zu Long said again: "The White Dragon King is your master after all. He is kind to you two. As a disciple, I have no reason to oppose your revenge."
Speaking of this, he sighed slightly, and then said: "But the White Dragon King deserves it after all, and you are all the dragon messengers of our dragon group. Even if you hate the dragon thorn messenger, you must not use conspiracy and tricks."
When the Tyrant Dragon envoy heard this, he couldn't help but snorted: "So Lord Zulong, do you want us to just forget it like this?"
Zulong did not look at him, but still stared at the Feilong Envoy and said: "If you want revenge, I have no objection, but you must listen clearly and must use fair and upright means. If that is the case, as long as you are strong enough,
Even if I kill the Dragon Thorn user, I will only feel sad and will not blame you!"
As the supreme controller of the dragon group, this is the maximum limit that Zulong can do.
The flying dragon user still gritted his teeth and held the scarlet magic knife tightly in his hand. After a while, he said: "I understand, Master Zulong!"
"As long as you understand." Zu Long nodded, and couldn't help but look at the scarlet-blooded, ferocious-looking full-moon scimitar in the opponent's hand, and said: "This sword can be seen to be an extraordinary thing.
However, it is a magic sword after all. It is best if you can completely control it. If you cannot control it, it is best not to use it. Otherwise, once you fall into the devil's path and lose your humanity, it will be too late to regret it."
Feilong made his hand hold the sword tighter and said: "Thank you, Master Zulong, for reminding me, but I believe that I can definitely control this sword completely. If nothing happens, I will leave first."
He said that without waiting for Zulong's reply, he immediately turned around tightly and then walked slowly. His pace was very slow. During the whole process, he was still holding the magic knife tightly in his hand.
Zu Long looked at his back, suddenly shook his head and let out a long sigh.
