Siqin Road is in the East District, some distance away from Midi Bar. Tang Feng arrived half an hour later.
The martial arts gym is not in the middle of the street, but in a secluded place at the end of an alley. Even though it is late at night, the martial arts gym is still brightly lit.
It's not the light of modern electric lights, but the light of candles, the kind of candlelight used by dead people.
As long as people pass by the gate, they will know at a glance that someone must have died in this martial arts hall.
The person who died was Sun Zhengming, the owner of this martial arts gym. He died half an hour ago when Tang Feng left the Midi Bar.
Looking at the white cloth hanging on the door, Tang Feng's face turned extremely pale. He was as angry as a mountain and walked in with heavy steps.
The martial arts hall was quiet, and many cries could be heard from a distance. Tang Feng walked in and saw that the martial arts lecture hall inside was dark and filled with people standing in rows.
In the middle of the martial arts hall was a dark coffin. The coffin was open at this time. Even without looking, Tang Feng could already guess who was lying inside.
Long Tianxing was the first to notice Tang Feng's arrival, and stepped forward to greet him: "Master Tang..."
Originally he wanted to say something, but at this time he was so heavy and angry that he couldn't speak.
Tang Feng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more. Obviously, it would be superfluous to say more at this time. He walked over step by step, walked to the black coffin, and bowed solemnly.
It was also at this time that he noticed that the plaque of the martial arts hall that was originally hung in the middle of the martial arts hall had been punched in half with a huge force.
And right next to the black coffin, there was a new plaque, which read, in four large scarlet letters: "Chinese Coward"!
Seeing this, Tang Feng could no longer suppress his anger and shouted: "Tell me, what are the names of those three Fusang people?"
There were many apprentices from the martial arts school standing around, many of them were Sun Zhengming's formal disciples during his lifetime. Looking at this young man who suddenly appeared, they were just stunned.
His master was seriously injured and died. As disciples, although everyone was very angry, from beginning to end, no one dared to stand up and avenge his master.
These people were undoubtedly timid and cowed. After all, even their own master's powerful skills were achieved by the other party, so how could they dare to come and regain the ground?
When Long Tianxing saw this, he sighed slightly and came forward and said: "I don't know the names of these three Fusang people, but the person who fought against Master Sun is called Qian Hands. It is said that this person is the superior of Fusang Island Kingdom.
Tolerate."
"Qianshou, it's this guy again!" A murderous intent flashed across Tang Feng's eyes.
"It is this person, the Jonin of the island country, who is equivalent to the realm of Huajin Grandmaster in China. If not, how could he beat Master Sun like this!" Zhou Tong answered.
"Damn it, as a disciple, I can't avenge my master. It's only my fault that I don't listen to my master and practice well, otherwise I wouldn't be like this!"
A tall man in the front suddenly gritted his teeth and said.
"Yes, it's just that we don't practice well on weekdays, and the other party is in the realm of Huajin Grandmaster. Even the master is no match for him. Even if we come to him, wouldn't it be in vain and our lives will be in vain!"
"That's what I think too. It's not that we don't want to avenge our master. The reason why we suffer today's shame is really because we are weak and have the will but the inability to do so!"
At this time, many martial arts apprentices present gritted their teeth and said angrily.
"I swear as the eldest disciple that when I take over the martial arts gym and practice kung fu well in the future, I will definitely avenge my master!" The eldest disciple said angrily at this time.
Tang Feng just chuckled and said nothing after hearing this. These people talked beautifully, but in fact, no one had the courage to really stand up.
Especially for this eldest disciple, the master's ashes are still cold. From what he just said, it seems that he is about to take over the martial arts gym.
Thinking of this, Tang Feng sighed slightly and said, "Where is Qian Hands now?"
Before Long Tianxing opened his mouth, the eldest disciple came up and asked as if he was the master, "May I ask who you are?"
Tang Feng didn't answer, and he didn't even bother to look at this kind of person.
The eldest disciple felt ashamed and his face darkened, but he did not have an attack.
Zhou Tong interjected: "Master Tang was Master Sun's friend during his lifetime!"
The eldest disciple nodded and said, "I know where this bastard Qianju lives, but from what I heard, you seem to be planning to come to settle the score?"
Tang Feng looked at him sideways and hummed: "What else do you think, if I don't go, you will?"
The eldest disciple's expression changed, but in the end he smiled and said: "As the eldest disciple of the master, I will naturally go, but not now. Not to mention that I will be in charge of the master's funeral now, and my kung fu must also be improved!"
"As the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. This is not unreasonable. What we need to do now is to endure the hardships!"
Tang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense to such a person and said, "You just need to tell me where Qianju is now!"
The eldest disciple said: "I can tell you the address. Under such circumstances, you are still able to express your condolences on family affairs, and even stand up for our martial arts school. I am very grateful to you, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tang Feng couldn't help it anymore, stared at him and snorted: "When did the martial arts school become yours?"
The eldest disciple was stunned for a while before he chuckled and said: "The martial arts hall naturally belongs to everyone. What I mean is that we are very grateful that you can come forward for the martial arts hall, but you also know that the other party is a jounin with considerable strength.
Master Yu Huajin, you..."
Although he finally stopped talking, the people present could naturally understand him.
Even Long Tianxing had to say: "It is true that Master Tang, this Thousand Hands is powerful, I wonder if Master Tang can be sure of it?"
Zhou Tong also said: "Of course, we don't doubt the master's skill at all, but this is no child's play after all. We just don't want the master to be in danger."
The eldest disciple nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I mean too."
Tang Feng no longer had any thoughts to say anything. He pointed to the plaque with the four characters "Chinese Coward" engraved on it and said in a deep voice: "Two of you, please carry this plaque and follow me!"
No one moved. There were more than 20 martial arts disciples present. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one stood up.
Tang Feng turned around and said: "Since you are the top disciple of the martial arts school, you can carry it!"
But the eldest disciple smiled and said: "I'm afraid I can't do it. Just because I am the eldest disciple, I still need to stay here and take care of the master's funeral."
Tang Feng smiled, shook his head and sighed.
In the end, Long Yuncong said: "Let me do it. After all, I can be considered half of Master Sun's apprentice, so it's appropriate for me to carry it. And I believe that Master Tang, even if he loses, the worst he can do is die."
