In the spring of March, Songshan is full of flowers, and the mountains are full of purple and red, but now Tang Feng is in a hurry to catch up with Songshan, and he has no intention of enjoying such beautiful scenery again.

In the past, the shadow dragon was good to him after all, and even at that time, for him, he did not hesitate to mobilize all the members of the dragon group, and almost washed the entire Songshan in blood.

Tang Feng is not a ruthless person who forgets his roots, and now that Shadow Dragon's life is in danger, how can he not worry.

The incense of the ancient temple of Songshan is vigorous, and the smoke is curling, and the weather is good, so there are many tourists from afar, but most of the people who do reception in front of the temple are just ordinary monks.

These monks have mediocre qualifications, and at most they only practice some superficial fist and foot kung fu, which cannot be compared with those martial artists who have cultivated internal strength or chemical strength.

The real heritage of Shaolin is no longer the rows of magnificent halls in front, but in the back mountain, which is a forbidden place and is not allowed to enter by ordinary tourists.

Tang Feng walked straight through the rows of halls in front of him and came to the back mountain gate.

The simple wooden door was blocked by four monks with wooden sticks, and when they saw the comer, they immediately shouted coldly: "Shaolin forbidden land, ordinary people are forbidden to enter, please stay with the donor!"

Tang Feng didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out the token of his Dragon Group Dragon Messenger.

When the four monks saw it, they immediately exclaimed, "Members of the Dragon Group, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

Tang Feng didn't reply, but asked, "Can I go in now?"

The four monks hesitated slightly, after the last time all the masters of the dragon group gathered in Songshan, almost bloodbathed the rivers and lakes, all the Shaolin monks had a grudge against the dragon group.

However, they also know that it is very time, and half a month ago, Songshan Shaolin was suddenly attacked, and it is said that several big leaders of the Southwest Nine Poles Gate joined forces to attack.

Nowadays, the entire Songshan has almost gathered most of the famous people of the righteous way in the rivers and lakes.

"Donor, please come in!" The four monks are all at the level of the Transforming Strength Grandmaster, but this kind of strength can only be watched.

Tang Feng put away the dragon group token and immediately stepped in, looking at his back, but the four monks were discussing.

"That token just now, it seems to be the exclusive token of the Dragon Group Dragon Messenger, but I don't know which number he is?"

"The five dragon envoys of the dragon group, now the flying dragon envoy and the tyranny envoy, as well as the white dragon envoy of the Shuchuan Tang Sect, are already inside, as for the martial dragon envoy of Wudang, the previous heavy injury has not healed and has not come. ”

"The remaining two, one is the sword dragon envoy of Huashan, and the other is a legendary dragon assassin, but this dragon assassin envoy heard that he died two months ago. ”

"The sword dragon envoy of Huashan, at this time, he is preparing for this session of Huashan Sword Discussion in Huashan, and he did not come to our Songshan, is this person a dragon assassin?"

"By the way, I remembered, half a year ago, I saw the dragon thorn from afar, just now this person, the back is very similar to him, I can't mistake him is the dragon thorn envoy!"

"How is it possible, isn't it rumored that he is dead, what a hell, go and report it!" exclaimed the four monks, two of whom immediately rushed in.

Although Tang Feng, who was entering the hospital, listened to the conversation of the four monks, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and now that he is in this realm, many ordinary things have long been ignored.

This is exactly what you say, when you have experienced the vast ocean, the small river and stream in front of you can no longer arouse any interest in you.

Tang Feng walked straight and walked towards the council hall in front of him, because he had already seen from a distance that at this moment, there were many people gathering in the council hall, and where Zu Long was.

As soon as he stepped in with his front foot, the two monks rushed in with their heels and shouted: "Oh no, Lord Abbot, the dragon envoy is not dead, he has already arrived at our Songshan Mountain." ”

The two of them shouted in their lives, and more than a dozen people in the conference hall turned their heads one after another, but they didn't look at these two people, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Feng who was standing by the door.

Everyone was stunned, even Zu Long, who was a little stunned for a while, and couldn't believe his eyes.

Shaolin Abbot Master Xuanfa reacted the fastest, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waved his hand abruptly: "I know, you two retreat first!"

The two gatekeeper monks also reacted, looked at Tang Feng inside, and then looked at the people in the hall, and then withdrew with embarrassment.

Zu Long was the first to step forward and laughed, "Good boy, you really didn't die, it's good, it's really good!" It can be seen that he is really happy.

Of course, in the huge conference hall, among the dozen or so people, seeing Tang Feng's return, some of them were happy, of course some were hesitant, and at the same time, there were even more jealous and hateful.

This jealous and resentful person is naturally the Flying Dragon Envoy and the Tyrannosaurus Envoy next to the ancestral dragon, after all, Tang Feng had indirectly forced the White Dragon King to death before, and these two people, as the apprentices of the White Dragon King, naturally had resentment.

In addition, there are also Wudang's Ling Xuzi and Tianhezi, their brows are also tightly wrinkled, at that time in the ancient ruins of Tiandang Mountain, what Ling Xuzi did is obvious to everyone.

If you want to say that Tang Feng is really dead, Ling Xuzi forced Tang Feng to hand over the Flame Divine Spear, naturally no one will mention it again, after all, this Ling Xuzi is also a generation of veteran martial kings, the head of Wudang Sect.

Even Zu Long didn't mention it after he came back, but now with Tang Feng's return, it's hard to say about this matter.

Master Xuanfa's heart was also complicated, after all, he had not really contributed to the Yin and Yang violations at that time, and as a representative of the Righteous Path Sect, he did not follow Zu Long and Hong Qitian to rush to the rescue.

is reasonable, he, the abbot of Shaolin, can't say anything, which violates the morality of the rivers and lakes.

However, as the host of this time, Master Xuanfa still folded his hands and said loudly: "Amitabha, Tang Shizhu Hongfu Qitian, this catastrophe is really fortunate to return safely." ”

Tang Feng smiled faintly and said: "Thanks to the master's blessing, the younger generation can get away with it, but this time, I returned safely, I am afraid that I will disappoint some people present." ”

Although he didn't say this explicitly, everyone present knew that the people he was referring to were naturally Ling Xuozi and the Flying Dragon Envoy.

Ling Xuozi twitched his nose, he is also a generation of masters, and now in front of the people of the rivers and lakes, it is naturally not good not to make a statement, and he stepped forward and said: "It is indeed a good thing that Your Excellency can return safely." ”

Tang Feng stared at him with squinted eyes and sneered, "Daoist Ling also thinks it's a good thing?"

Ling Xuozi's face changed, but before he could speak, Tianhezi next to him suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "What are you talking about, how can you listen to your tone, it seems that you are dissatisfied with my master?"

Tang Feng looked sideways slightly, stared at him word for word and said, "Don't I have a reason to be dissatisfied with him?"

Tianhezi had a calm face, thinking that he couldn't exert his full strength because of the restrictions of the seal in the secret realm, but now that he has returned to the earth, is he still afraid that you can't do it.

Thinking of this, he snorted: "A little dragon assassin, what is your identity, questioning my master?"

Tang Feng smiled slightly, the flame spear in his hand suddenly fell down heavily, and the end of the spear directly sank into the hard marble floor, and then he said word for word: "Now that the spear is in my hand, you master and apprentice, are you still planning to rob it?"