Chapter 1133 Where Is Sacred

A monk who had been on the sidelines for a long time took a step forward, bowed his hands and asked, "May I ask you, Master Tang?"

There are rumors among the nobles of the family. There is a Tang master who is not very old but has a lot of skills. It is rumored that he is proficient in the five elements and eight trigrams, and the art of Ziwei Doushu. , but the person in front of him is very similar to the legendary Master Tang.

Hearing this, Tangning raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man. I was surprised, how could someone recognize her in this deep mountain and old forest?

Although he didn't speak, when the monk saw his expression, he immediately showed a smile: "I have admired Master Tang's name for a long time, but I have never met him. I don't want to meet him in this mountain range. I didn't know that Master Tang was here. If you offend or disrespect, please look to Tang Shihaihan."

As he said that, the cultivator turned sideways slightly and continued: "Master Tang, this is my Feng family's team. If Master Tang does not abandon, we will protect Master Tang all the way without any worries and return home safely."

"No need." Tangning said, and seeing that no one around was daring to come forward to grab her things, she put away the Whirlwind Throwing Knife and walked towards the corpse on the ground.

What else would he want to do with those corpses?

The people around were surprised, and looked at the blue figure with probing eyes, and saw him stepping forward and looting all the belongings from the corpses, this behavior like a bandit, and his bald image A sharp contrast was formed, and the corners of their mouths twitched, and they were speechless for a while.

Fortunately, they thought he was going to flog or dismember the corpses, but they didn't expect that he was aiming at the belongings of those dead people.

However, for a person as strong as this little monk, does he still need the protection of the Feng family?

Just, Master Tang? What the hell is Master Tang?

"Grandfather, let's find a place to rest." Tangning came to her grandfather, followed by a little pet. The two of them walked towards the shade in the forest under everyone's gaze.

After they left, someone couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Elder Feng, who is this Master Tang?"

After hearing that, the Feng family just glanced at them, and twitched the corners of their mouths: "You don't know? After you go back, you will find out if you inquire carefully." Then, he flicked his sleeves and walked back.

The entire army of that team was almost wiped out, and the few people who dared not go forward survived a few times. Therefore, after they dragged the corpse away and buried it, they left in despair.

After about half a stick of incense, a Nascent Soul cultivator came against the wind. Seeing that the smell of blood had not dissipated, the ground was the traces of the battle, and the expressions of the people around him were inexplicable. what happened?"

"I have seen the venerable." Seeing that the person who came was the Nascent Soul cultivator, a monk stepped forward, bowed his hands and saluted, and then briefly told him about the previous incident.

"Oh? Flame Black Ganoderma lucidum?" The Nascent Soul cultivator listened, and there was a bit of interest on his face. He was obviously interested, but...

"Who is this Master Tang? How could he destroy a team with the strength of a Golden Core cultivator?" He asked in a deep voice, looking at the cultivator.

"I don't know about this, but the Feng family team seems to know something. Your lord might as well ask them." The monk smiled, looked at the place where the Feng family team was, and directed the question to them.