Tang Feng didn't care about Jing Jie's reaction at all and continued to walk towards the other people.

The sect leader glanced in the direction of Jing Jie with a puzzled look, and he was already a little confused about his motionlessness, but at this moment, he didn't have much time to take care of his situation.

Tang Feng walked towards him, which made his nervousness suddenly increase a little.

Tang Feng looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall without hesitation, his eyes falling on the middle character.

This character is in cursive script and has a poem inscribed.

Tang Feng has never seen this word, and the name of the signer, Yu Guanhai, is also quite unfamiliar.

Tang Feng recognizes the calligraphy and paintings hanging around this calligraphy. They are all works by famous artists from ancient times to the present. Many of the calligraphy treasures of signed people start at auction houses at prices of tens of millions.

Tang Feng had a good understanding of history. He knew a little bit of such a literati and poet. He was completely unfamiliar with this kind of person must have no fame, and more likely to be an ordinary person.

However, how can an ordinary person's calligraphy and painting be hung within a sect like Qinghong Sect?

A large sect that has been passed down in history for thousands of years has lasted to this day. This sect must have a considerable number of rare treasures. Some calligraphy and paintings of famous ancient masters are not rare things.

Tang Feng looked at it and knew it in his heart. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and said in a very relaxed tone: "This word is vigorous and powerful, flowing, and this word is also quite generous. It seems that you, the sect leader of the Song Dynasty, are quite literary."

"How do you know that this is the work of our sect leader first?"

The sect leader's voice was a little surprised, "Do you know the name of the master?"

Tang Feng smiled but said nothing.

In this place, among the many famous calligraphy and paintings, the name of a famous calligrapher and painter hanging in the middle is not a famous calligrapher and painter. In addition to being the leader of this sect, who else can he be?

His attitude made the sect leader feel even more upset.

At this moment, he was a little restless because he couldn't see the depth of Tang Feng's cultivation. At this moment, he saw that Tang Feng seemed to know that they were the sect leader first, and he was even more unable to understand Tang Feng's situation.

Yu Guanhai was a thousand years ago. The sect leader of this sect was his master. In his generation, he was called Master.

The sect leader could not fully believe that Tang Feng was the same generation as his master. According to his cultivation level, those who could live for a thousand years were at least above the golden elixir.

Even if I feel that Tang Feng’s cultivation is not low, the sect leader will never think that there are indeed cultivators in the Golden Pill stage in this world.

Tang Feng turned around, looked at the sect leader again, and said to him: "Your sect is not mainly about studying magic arrays. Why do you focus most of your attention on this?"

The sect leader did not answer, but just frowned slightly and stared at Tang Feng.

When Tang Feng appeared, Tang Feng asked every question he asked Tang Feng, but Tang Feng did not answer, but kept throwing new questions to him. Each new question would make the sect leader feel a little more confused, and he was even more suspicious about Tang Feng's identity.

Just as the sect leader was thinking about countermeasures, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard outside the conference hall.

Soon, the visitor had already arrived at the door and was about to bow and speak, but when he saw the situation in front of him, he was stunned.

The person who came looked younger, no more than thirty years old, and was dressed in the same color as the disciples, looking at the belt around his waist, he was also a disciple personally passed down by the sect leader.

Tang Feng glanced at the man and saw that he was just the second level of cultivation and Qi Refining. Obviously, the entry was not too long. He was just a relatively low-level disciple in the sect. Logically speaking, he was not qualified to come here, and he was even less qualified to participate in the discussions of these people.

Then, when he arrives at this moment, he must have something to be informed of.

Seeing that this disciple appeared inappropriately, the sect leader frowned secretly.

Tang Feng in front of him now needs to focus all his attention on it, so how can he still have the heart to pay attention to other things?

But he also knew in his heart that ordinary disciples would not come to the conference hall at such an important time. If he came, there must be something important.

Tang Feng smiled at the sect leader with a leisurely expression and made a gesture of asking for advice, indicating that he didn't care about him, just dealing with the matters in this sect.

The sect leader's face turned pale and he coughed softly.

The eldest disciple under his seat, Yi Su, immediately understood and said to the disciple at the door: "Yinian, what's wrong with you here?"

On Yi Nian's face, she still looked shocked and suspicious, her eyes turned around everyone and Tang Feng, and she was thinking about Tang Feng's identity in her heart.

Although he was just an ordinary disciple in the sect, he also knew that there was no outsider coming within the sect. The man in front of him, seeing his clothes and dressing, he was clearly a person from the world. How did he appear here?

The atmosphere in the conference hall also seemed quite strange. The sect leader looked a little cautious in his attitude as if he was guarding against something.

Could it be that so many people are still afraid of an ordinary person?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard his senior brother’s question, quickly retracted his mind, bowed respectfully, and said, “Go back to senior brother, I have just found that person in the forest and brought it back to the sect. I will immediately report to my master, uncle, and all the senior brothers to know.”

Tang Feng remembered that when the three of them were talking outside the door, they mentioned that it was this disciple named Yi Nian who took people to find Zhao Xiaoshan.

The person he said he found now must be Zhao Xiaoshan.

Yi Su frowned gently and said, "Why are you so reckless? You are so easy to bring people back to the sect?"

There was a bit of reproach in his tone.

The reason why their sect has been able to hide in the mountains for thousands of years and not be noticed by outsiders is because of their caution that people of unknown origins will never easily approach the sect.

Yinian is naturally clear about this.

At this moment, he moved his lips slightly and glanced at Tang Feng unconsciously.

He understands the meaning of this very clearly.

Since we cannot allow outsiders to enter according to the rules of the sect, what's going on with the person in front of us?

However, as a low-level disciple, of course, he could not use such words to say anything. He just said quickly: "Senior Brother, that person is dead. What we bring back is his body."

Dead?

Zhao Xiaoshan is dead?
Chapter completed!