Tang Feng didn't know much about the grudge between the White Dragon Envoy and the Tyrant Dragon Envoy in advance, but he did know that the Tyrant Dragon Envoy rarely took action because he followed the Flying Dragon Envoy all the year round, so his reputation in the world was not very good.
It's too loud, but his strength is also extraordinary.
Now the Tyrant Dragon Envoy has reached the level of a half-step Martial King. As for the White Dragon Envoy, he is only at the eighth level of true essence. There is a huge gap in strength. I am afraid that it will be difficult for the White Dragon Envoy to win.
In fact, just as Tang Feng expected, the battle between the two did not last long, and soon the White Dragon Envoy was forced back by the mace in the Tyrant Dragon Envoy's hand.
With a final bang, the flying knife of the White Dragon Envoy was blown away, and the whole person was knocked away from the ring.
"How are you, are you okay?" Tang Feng saw this and rushed over to help him up.
The White Dragon Envoy staggered, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm fine."
The Tyrannosaurus in the ring slammed his mace onto the ground, making a loud bang, and then snorted condescendingly: "You are not overestimating your abilities. Three years ago, you were no match for me. Three years later,
, you can’t even compete with me, even the Shuchuan Tang Sect is nothing more than this!”
After he snorted coldly, he glared fiercely at Tang Feng next to him, and then strode forward.
There was an uproar immediately under the ring, and many people said: "As expected of the Chinese Dragon Group, there are countless outstanding heroes. Although this Tyrant Dragon user is not well-known in the world, his strength is so powerful!
"
"This White Dragon Envoy is the number one among the younger generation of the Sichuan Tang Sect. Now that he is so humiliated by his defeat, I think the Sichuan Tang Sect has completely fallen without a successor!"
Listening to the whispers and discussions around him, the White Dragon Envoy could not help but tremble all over, and gritted his teeth. He had obviously suffered great humiliation, but since he was defeated, what could he say?
Even Tang Feng could only pat him on the shoulder to express relief and didn't say anything more.
However, at this time, Chen Haoran walked straight over, stared at the Dragon Tyrant with a pair of cold and angry eyes, and said word for word: "In half an hour, I will challenge this person and restore the dignity of my Tang clan!"
Tang Feng was shocked when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "You want to challenge the Dragon Tyrant, but with your current level, you just broke through to the True Yuan Martial Lord level last night. The difference in level is really huge."
The White Dragon Envoy also advised: "Yes, cousin, although your talent far exceeds mine, your time to practice Tang Sect Flying Knife is too short, and the difference between you and the opponent's realm is too big, so you have no chance of winning."
Although Chen Haoran has not really been in Sichuan Tangmen for a long time, everyone in Tangmen has treated him very well during this time.
In particular, the three elders of the Tang Sect carefully cultivated him. As the young sect leader of the Tang Sect, how could he just sit idly by and ignore the honor and disgrace of the Tang Sect.
"I know this, but if I fight it out completely, I may not have any chance of winning!"
Chen Haoran gritted his teeth and drank coldly. Before Tang Feng could speak, he immediately said: "Don't worry, brother, I have a sense of discretion in my heart."
Tang Feng looked at him and asked, "Have you decided yet?"
With a look of determination on his face, Chen Haoran nodded and said: "It's decided. Brother, you know what I know. If I don't have a certain degree of certainty, I will never take action easily."
Tang Feng nodded slightly and said nothing more. As the other party said, he knew Chen Haoran very well and knew that once this guy decided on something, it would be difficult to persuade him.
While several people were talking, the competition had not stopped. There were many complicated grievances and grievances in the world. People from various sects challenged each other one after another on weekdays.
However, most of these people's skills are mediocre, and there is nothing outstanding about them. If there is any, they are just the young master of Wolong Villa and the young master of Iron Sword Sect.
Of course, these people can only reach the level of True Yuan Martial Lord now. Compared with geniuses like Tang Feng, the difference is really not even a little bit different.
As people from all walks of life came on stage to compete, time also passed slowly, and soon half an hour had passed.
However, as soon as half an hour arrived, Tian Zhenyun from Huashan Sect suddenly walked up to Tang Feng and said loudly: "Half an hour has passed. According to the rules of the competition, can I compete with you?"
Tian Zhenyun's demeanor and behavior were too eager, as if he was afraid of being overtaken by others. Even Bodhidharma and Feilongshi next to him were slightly startled.
However, since Tian Zhenyun had already taken the lead in raising the challenge, it was natural that they would not be able to send out further invitations. After all, they were all young master-level figures, and it would be a loss of status for them to fight one against the other.
Bodhidharma thought for a while and then said to Fei Long: "It's better to let this guy challenge first. In this way, you can also see how good that kid is."
The Flying Dragon Envoy just snorted coldly and did not speak. His right hand was tightly held from beginning to end, holding the scarlet-blooded Full Moon Demon Sword, and his eyes were still staring at Tang Feng.
Looking at Tian Zhenyun who looked eager and slightly proud, Tang Feng couldn't help but secretly shook his head and sighed: "Master Tian, are you so anxious to make a fool of yourself in public?"
"Make a fool of yourself in public?" Tian Zhenyun was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Do you think you can defeat me just by yourself?"
Tang Feng sighed: "It is a good thing for a person to be confident, but if you are too confident, then..."
However, before Tang Feng could finish speaking, Tian Zhenyun suddenly interrupted in a cold voice: "You kid, please stop nagging me. I'm going to ask you, do you accept my challenge?"
Tang Feng didn't say another word, and immediately turned around, holding the flaming divine spear and slowly walked towards the ring.
Seeing this, Tian Zhenyun grinned and sneered: "There are rumors in the world that you, Tang Long Ci, are so great. Today, I, the young master, will see if you have three heads and six arms!"
With a cold snort, Tian Zhenyun suddenly bent his knees, and his whole body immediately rose into the sky like a solitary smoke, and then stared at the ring with a roar.
At this time, Tang Feng slowly walked onto the stage and walked in front of him step by step. It seemed that Tian Zhenyun seemed more energetic and confident.
When the people in the audience saw this, they couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Tell me, between the two of them, who can win in the end?"
"It's hard to say. Although Tang Long Ci is very famous, the young master of Huashan is not a soft persimmon. I'm afraid it's hard to say who will win in the end."
"I'm optimistic about the young master of Huashan. I heard that this young man has already mastered Huashan's secret skill, Dugu Nine Swords, which is many times more powerful than the sword dragon wielder."
Listening to the whispers in the audience, Tang Feng's expression did not change. With a flick of his wrist, he inserted the flaming spear into the ground and pushed it there.
When Tian Zhenyun on the opposite side saw this, he couldn't help but ask: "Why, you don't plan to use this magic weapon?"
Tang Feng looked at him, smiled lightly and said: "You alone are not worthy of me using this gun."
