I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 765 Chapter Sixty-Nine: List of Inner Doors

Looking at Bu Lin disdainfully, Tang Luo walked off the ring, took the wrapped coat from Xiao Ziyu, and left with the three Longxi team members.

The prince and general Xiangning is kind. In the eyes of warriors, there is nothing more exciting than defeating the strong. With the closing of the last ring on the main peak of Bifang Mountain, the 100 disciples in front of the Wusheng Mountain, All were defeated.

The crowd spontaneously gave up a passage and stood up on both sides of the family's princes with respect. This respect was not only because Tang Luo crushed the ring of Bi Fangshan, but also because he proved to the holy land of the human race on behalf of the family's martial artist, the family's Tianjiao martial artist, and Not worse than the descendants of the Holy Land.

The sky was sinking and the ring was extinguished, and the main peak platform of Bifang Mountain had never been so dark as it is today. The group of Bi Fangshan's outer disciples clutched their wounds and looked at Tang Luo and his party away from the back, only feeling it hard to breathe.

The monument to Wusheng Mountain, the holy land of the human race, which had been standing for thousands of years, collapsed, leaving nothing but silence and pain.

Even if another hundred years pass, they will not forget that in the autumn of 1784, there was a family prince who overwhelmed the Holy Land of Human Race.

Even if another thousand years pass, Wu Shengshan dare not forget that there was once a man named Tang Luo who shattered his pride for thousands of years with one punch and one punch.

Some people will eventually become the saint kings of the human race, regardless of whether they were born in an ordinary family or the holy land Tianzong.

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Bifangshan Inner Temple

Fozi Yankong, dressed in a monk's robe and carrying a bamboo basket, was bidding farewell to Daozi Wushengshan.

"Master wants to leave, but Bu does not dare to stay, but he can no longer listen to the sermons of the Buddha. The creatures in the back mountains should be very lonely." Bu Xiao sighed: "For the destruction of Buddha in Yuanzhou, Bu has persuaded Xu to walk. Recovered his fate, but Xu Xing was determined. Unless the master is willing to remove Tang Xing’s Zen thought from the Sea of ​​Knowledge, otherwise he will not retract the edict of the Excalibur. What does the Buddha think?"

"Thank you Bu Daozi for talking about items, but everything in the world is illusory; all actions are nothing but dreams and bubbles, such as dew and electricity, as a view. This is the karma of walking slowly, and it is also the calamity of Yuanzhou Buddhism. It is not a little monk. Or Daozi can change, I just hope Xu Walking can turn around as soon as possible."

Yankong's face was not sad or happy, and he didn't care about Bu Xiao's exchange. He folded his hands and said indifferently: "The little monk came to find Daozi, and he asked for something."

"Master, please say."

"Daozi, please tell Lay Tang Xing, the young monk is waiting for him at Fuyun Temple outside Chaochang City."

"Does the master still refuse to give up?" Bu Xiao couldn't bear it: "There are millions of monks and followers in Yuanzhou Buddhism. Isn't it comparable to a disciple?"

"All dharmas are born by fate."

Yan Kong said indifferently: "As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, even if the scriptures are destroyed and the temple is demolished, it will still not block the practice. The destruction of the Buddha is nothing more than a formality. The Xu family of Yuanzhou is a holy land of the human race.

It's hard to believe that such innocent words are spoken by a group of Taoists. At their level, how can it be clear that even if Yuanzhou Xu's benevolent and kind, the act of destroying the Buddha will never be without killing and blood.

If he could say such a thing, did Yankong really do not know, or did he know, pretending not to know.

Bu Xiao fixed his eyes on Yankong's eyebrows, trying to see the person in front of him transparently, but the more he looked, the more confused he became. The Buddha's eyes had infinite kindness and kindness, but why the longer he looked at, the colder his heart became.

Putting aside the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, Bu Xiao nodded and said, "Well, then, Bu will definitely bring this to Tang Xing."

"Thank you Daozi, the little monk will go."

Shaking his head, Bu Xiao sat back on the throne of Daozi in the middle hall. Although he decided to fight against the cause and effect of Duan Qianshou, the three holy sites have been involved in this stage. If there is no Xiang Chan Temple and Yuanzhou in the future Xu's predecessors studied the cause deeply, and really didn't know if he could bear his identity as a Daoist.

"Cousin, you are really" Bu Xiao sighed quietly. Fortunately, as a holy land, this kind of self-pity feeling will not last forever. Dao Xin's clear secret technique flowed through his body to suppress all negative emotions, and he became After the perfect Taoist of Wu Shengshan, he solemnly said outside the hall: "Come in."

The messenger who had been waiting outside the door for a long time heard the call, holding the secret letter high and stepping into the inner hall, tremblingly said: "Take Daozi, the Sifang ring is over. The three presidents have sorted out the list of people who can enter the inner door, please Look over."

"So fast?" Bu Xiao frowned slightly in his heart with some doubts. The previous rounds had to be played at least until the middle of the night. This time it ended so early. Could something have happened?

"Present it."

The herald held the secret slip and carefully presented it to the Taoist on the throne of the nave, then stood aside with his hands and bowed his head.

I opened the secret slip, but it was blank, not to mention the name, not even a stroke.

"What is this?" Bu Xiao cast aside the blank secret slip blankly, and looked at the messenger and said coldly: "You want to tell me, don't you even have an inner disciple this year?"

Although Daozi had long been expected to question him, this tone still made the herald feel bitterly cold. He knelt down on the ground and didn't even dare to lift his head, but his mouth quickly explained the situation of Bi Fangshan today like pouring beans.

But Bu Xiao’s expression became weirder the more he listened. Although Tang Luo said to challenge himself when he was in Medicine Valley, he didn’t actually take it to heart, because in his opinion, Tang Luo had no chance to win the martial arts conference. The top three possibilities.

Because the last two levels are not something that can be done with a strong aptitude, but he never thought that Tang Luo really felt that he could do it to the extreme.

Sweeping the Quartet Ring is really not a difficult task for a fierce martial artist. Among the hundred disciples in front of the outer door, only one is truly capable of fighting him, but how did Bu Lin lose?

As an opponent who had fought against in the battle of Daozi, Bu Xiao was very impressed with Bu Lin's cultivation base. Has such a person actually been defeated? How can it be!

"Where is Bu Lin? Just because he lost the battle of Daozi, he was willing to fall, would he rather the whole army be wiped out than show his cultivation base?" Bu Xiao frowned, there is only such a possibility in his heart, otherwise He really couldn't think of how Bu Lin, who could conquer the world's vigor and strength, would lose to Tang Luo who had only brute force.

"In response to Daozi, Lord Lin has taken the shot. He is the master of the entire Sifang ring that has not been defeated by a single punch, but" the commander swallowed his saliva and cautiously said: "Fighting for a long time, from the sky to the ground, and finally lost to Tang. Luo, under the intervention of Grandmaster Wei, the sentence was lost."

The messenger spoke euphemistically, and the listeners looked at the flowers in the mist, and Bu Xiao ordered to the messenger: "Get the details of the battle!"

The messenger who had prepared for a long time didn't even hesitate, so he took a secret slip from his arms and held it up high.

(End of this chapter)