"How is it?"
In the quiet room, several figures were either sitting or standing.
The projection screen was displaying a segnt of footage, showing Chen Feng single-handedly defeating four strong opponents of the Entering Force Triple level.
The atmosphere was silent for a mont, with the wooden floor reflecting the sunlight and shadows from the outside window.
It wasn’t until the video finished playing that the burly figure leaning against the wall with crossed arms shook his head.
"The people from the Giant Bear Lineage and the Fei Niao Sect are useless; I feel we haven’t tested this person’s full strength."
As soon as this was said, a rebuttal ca quickly.
"Not his full strength?"
"There are only so many Core True Skills existing within the Fla Tiger Sect, aren’t they? The Copper Statue Technique and Red Tiger Strength, plus another Giant Tiger Technique. Even if his Talent is high, what other thods could he possibly have?"
The speaker sat cross-legged on the ground, with long, ssy hair and a sowhat thin fra.
The tone was slightly stern; the other people around remained silent for a mont, with soone picking up the thread: "Let’s compromise and assu he has another twenty percent of strength hidden."
"Looking at it overall, he should be on par with Little Five."
"What do you guys think?"
"Ugh, using as a benchmark again."
The young man with long, ssy hair seated cross-legged on the ground spoke discontentedly but did not refute further.
The burly figure with crossed arms pondered for a mont and then gave a slight nod, with others gradually expressing their agreent.
To assu his combat prowess is twenty percent higher, and rank him as the fifth True Inheritor.
This was their considerable respect.
Seeing this scene, the elder outside gave a slight smile, quite satisfied with their proactive analysis and strategic planning.
The prosperity of a school is just like this. The Fla Tiger Sect, which had declined for thirty years, fantasizing about catching up was nothing but a fool’s dream.
Tap tap tap.
Footsteps were heard as a disciple approached.
"Sixth Elder, the senior brother has left seclusion."
"Oh? How did it go?"
"I saw the Flying Dragon True Intent."
...
Step!
Footsteps moved, Chen Feng and the other four, with their luggage, stood outside an ancient-style decorated hotel.
In the sky, flying vehicles slashed across the heavens; on the street, black sedans drove away slowly.
Seeing this, Zhao Tingxiao could no longer suppress his curiosity and turned to Li Tong to ask, "Master, so you’ve made arrangents beforehand?"
The arrival of Councilman Zhou was too tily.
He thought it was a result of Li Tong’s foresight that the final conflict was resolved.
"No, I was surprised as well."
However, Li Tong retracted his gaze, shaking his head.
"I’m not familiar with this man; I’ve only heard Old Chu ntion him briefly."
With a calm tone, Chen Feng had thoughts of his own.
The tily arrival of Councilman Zhou seed too coincidental, neither too early nor too late.
Plus, if there was truly a desire to receive them, the Security Officer at the high-speed rail station wouldn’t have turned a blind eye at the beginning.
"It seems that they are weighing our value..."
Zhao Jushan comnted in a low voice, and Lin Xiaoyun also had a rough taste of the situation.
The group remained silent for a mont, with footsteps gradually sounding behind them.
Turning around to look, the ancient-style hotel occupied a large area, with many lofts and courtyards inside.
Outside the main entrance, there was a rockery and fountain, with grey bricks on both sides, and shadows of people passing by, with many Flying Cars landing and parking.
[The 37th Southern Martial Arts Tournant]
The virtual projection of the words floated above the entrance, with staff mbers of the venue receiving people from various schools.
Seemingly sensing the arrival of Chen Feng and the others, soone’s gaze flashed, and soon a young female staff mber approached proactively.
"May I ask who you are?"
"Fla Tiger Sect."
Zhao Jushan spoke in a deep voice, and the other party was sowhat surprised.
Without saying much, she quickly gestured with her hand and led the way: "Please follow ."
The group followed her, and along the way, they attracted looks from other schools.
The expressions were diverse, with surprise, complexity, and so who revelled in others’ misfortune.
"It’s surprising that the people from the Fla Tiger Sect really dared to co."
"Thirty years, tsk tsk, could it be another fight between dragons and tigers?"
"What are you thinking? Haven’t you seen how powerful the Flying Dragon Style is now? More than a dozen schools in Yun Gang depend on it for survival, not to ntion it has transford into the Flying Dragon Group..."
"I heard that the Flying Dragon Style already had an encounter en route."
"Really? What was the outco?"
Low murmurs rose, but Chen Feng and his companions were all of the Entering Strength level, so how could they not know?
Zhao Tingxiao was sowhat dissatisfied, but soon, seeing that his master and others kept silent, he could only suppress all emotions and followed along, walking into an ancient courtyard nad Tingfeng Garden.
There were a few bamboo plants, a small pond next to it, and pavilions, with several rocks piled up.
"Tingfeng Garden has five rooms and considering the martial habit of each of you, we have disabled so of the private smart services."
"If you have any needs, just command at any ti."
The female staff mber familiarized them with the inside and outside of the courtyard, and after glancing at Li Tong’s expression, Lin Xiaoyun nodded lightly, signaling for her to leave.
The five people each went to their own room; Li Tong did not say much, just gave a simple instruction.
"Don’t think unnecessarily about extra things. No matter how incompatible we are with the Flying Dragon Style, they have to consider their image, and they won’t cause trouble at such an occasion."
"Rest if you need to rest, make friends if you need to. As for the rest, let’s wait until the Tournant starts tomorrow."
Everyone nodded, only Chen Feng was left behind.
Click!
The door to the room closed, Li Tong stood by the window, looking outside.
"You saw what happened today, right?"
"Do you regret joining my Fla Tiger Sect?"
He knew well the talent of his eldest disciple.
Without the obstruction and past grudges of the Flying Dragon Style, he would have been unstoppable.
"Why regret?"
Chen Feng retorted, with a surprisingly calm tone.
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