The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the birds are singing together.

On the stage of the Sutra, the mysterious square stood proudly; under the stage of the Sutra, the sound of Buddha's yells came one after another. Looking at the stage, there were bright bald heads on and off the stage, reflecting the sunshine, like thousands of suns falling on Mount Ling Vulture.

After the matters in the Wheel Transformation Hall were completed, Tang Cheng originally wanted to return to Donglin Jingshe to recuperate. Tang Cheng did not take Xuan Fang's invitation to fight. After a series of battles, Tang Cheng was extremely confident. The strength of this horse-faced monk Luohan's fruit position was not taken seriously by Tang Cheng at all. It was like a lion who would not care about the mouse's invitation to fight. This was not a destruction, but a complete ignorance.

Unexpectedly, Monk Xuanguang told this in public at the gate of the Wheel Palace, and happened to mourn this old guy was so angry that he was dying by the things that Tang Cheng asked for. So he wanted to find his balance on the Sutra Platform, so he urged Tang Cheng to go and face the battle.

Of course, it sounds very nice!

‘Please ask Jianzhai’s high school students to come and give me some advice on the practice of the younger generation.’

Tang Cheng didn't want to be as knowledgeable as the horse-faced monk, but someone was going to come to the door to find the abuse. He was really helpless.

The Sutra Platform is protruding on the strange peak of Lingjiu Mountain. In a stable mountain, it suddenly rises eight feet high, flat and smooth, like a knife. The Sutra Platform is surrounded by ancient pines and cypresses, densely packed. When the mountain wind is howling, you can hear the pine waves, which are quite like a fairy.

This fast and huge stone is granite, which is extremely hard. However, for ordinary people, for monks, you can divide the mountains and the sea with just one punch. This mere stone is naturally useless.

However, Nalanda Temple will naturally not be helpless. There are countless magic arrays buried in the audience. Not to mention the mere competition between disciples of sects, even if the Yuandan disciples attack with all their strength, they can only leave a white dot on it. The foundation of the sects is always reflected in this inadvertent manner, which makes the small sects stunned.

Tangcheng floated onto the stage like a catkin, smiled, clasped his fists to the four sides and said, "Jianzhai Tangcheng, I'm really frightened and frightened when I go to the stage to ask all the monks for advice!"

Xuan Fang smiled contemptuously. In his opinion, this was just a move of Tang Cheng's submission. Several real souls in the audience looked at Tang Cheng's performance, then looked at Xuan Fang's arrogant appearance, and frowned deeply. Xuan Fang was so arrogant before he tried the other party's background, but he was afraid that the battle would be turbulent.

Especially the old monk Yuanhui, the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet were beating wildly, and he had an unknown premonition in his heart. Logically speaking, it was too much for Xuan Fang to bully Tang Cheng's Yuandan with the strength of the Luohan Fruit. If he loses again, it would be called embarrassing and throwing him home.

Monk Yuanhui was ruthless at the moment. If Xuan Fang lost this battle, he would definitely make Xuan Fang want to die, so that he could understand his feelings at this moment.

The monks below the stage were also noisy and disdainful. In their opinion, they were timid before the battle. There was no point in the fight, but they were guests from afar, but there were no bricks, eggs and the like thrown on the stage.

Nalanda Temple has been in seclusion for three hundred years. In addition to fighting occasionally with Shura in the underworld, it is also working behind closed doors. If it weren't for this, the first battle of Tangcheng, an outsider, would not have attracted so many people.

However, due to the order of the Shura Dharma Lord, there are no outstanding figures in the vast underworld. These monks have become more arrogant and arrogant in the underworld for three hundred years.

Seeing all the emotions of the monks on and off the stage, Tang Cheng smiled and bowed to Xuan Fang, "Please give me advice!" Xuan Fang also clasped his rituals and said, "I dare not, just discuss with each other! Just take your all your strength!"

Having said that, Xuan Fang's tone was very proud, obviously not taking Tang Cheng, the guy who had not yet formed the Yuan Dan, seriously. Tang Cheng seemed to be unaware of anything and said, "Master, be careful!"

Xuan Fang cheered up and thought about how to fight to win beautifully. You should know that he is not an ordinary monk, but the four gods of Xuanmen, representing the face of Nalanda Temple.

As soon as Tang Cheng finished speaking, wings suddenly appeared behind him, and a gentle swaying, the wind and thunder surged. Endless wind whirlpools surged out, and the platform of the Sutra was completely submerged by blue.

The wind whirlwind in Tangcheng is different from the breeze, cold wind, spring breeze, strong wind. People often say that the cold wind is like a knife. However, the wind ring in Tangcheng rotates rapidly, and the edges are sharper than the blade.

In the whirlwind that was raging like a sharp blade, Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Husband, the wind is the energy of heaven and earth, where it flows smoothly, and it is added regardless of the high and low. Master Xuanfang, how about my wind? Is it still cool?"

After pausing, seeing that Xuan Fang had no intention of speaking, Tang Cheng continued, "It doesn't matter if the master doesn't answer! Tang suddenly thought of a poem he heard by chance. Today I will chant you and ask you to comment. The solemn and cool breeze is full of my forests and valleys. I drive smoke and look for the fog and the mountain pillars. There is no trace of coming and going, and I will breathe as if I have any invitation. The mountains and rivers are quiet, and I will make a sound of pine for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green whirlwind on the stage suddenly roared. Listening carefully, there were waves of pine waves. The sounds that could be heard everywhere on the Lingjiu Mountain reappeared on the stage of the Sutra of the Speaks, but they couldn't be happy.

The green whirlwind seemed to be substantial, and its advantage was like a knife. The monks below the stage changed their faces when they saw that Tang Cheng took action. However, Tang Cheng recited poems and joked about Xuan Fang during the battle, which made the bald heads on the temple look blank.

Xuan Fang was knocked out by Tangcheng's Dongruo Thunder attack. In the battle with Shura in the Netherworld, Xuan Fang has always been the one who took the initiative to attack. The magic weapon, power and momentum all over pushed the opponent over, and the attack from beginning to end until victory. However, at this moment, he was at a loss when facing the sword-like wind blade, and only dared to hold on to a golden cover, huddled and defended himself, looking embarrassed.

This response threw away the face of the four gods of Xuanmen. Looking at his poor performance, the monks in the audience were reluctant to replace him. One of them shouted: "Xuanfang, Xiong rises!"

This sudden shout not only did not attract a response from the crowd, but instead made everyone laugh.

The two sides attacked each other on the stage, and Xuan Fang's face turned red and she was extremely embarrassed and annoyed. After a while, Xuan Fang saw that Tang Cheng had no other moves, and couldn't help but slow down his restless heart. After a while, Xuan Fang thought that Tang Cheng's skills were stopped. He shouted suddenly, and slowly pushed out his palm, shouting: "Summer Mountain, tilted northwest! Buzhou Mountain, collapsed with one touch!"

The golden palm is shining brightly, as if the sun is coming out and the rain and dew are dispersed. As soon as such a powerful palm is coming out, the green wind whirlwind near the touch is about to collapse.

With one palm, Xuan Fang's confidence increased greatly. He stepped forward. The fierce and domineering Mount Sumeru Palm, one palm after another, slammed out one after another, and vowed to completely defeat Tangcheng. The monks below the audience applauded, which made Xuan Fang very proud.

Only the head of the Seventeen Temple closed its eyes unbearable. Others could not see clearly because of the golden and blue lights that had collapsed on the Sutra Platform, but they could see Tang Cheng's sarcastic eyes and calm expression clearly. Those who performed this way would never have only one move.

Sure enough, Tang Cheng flapped his wings slightly, and found a safe route in the golden light in the sky, easily crossed Xuan Fang, and came behind him.

With a pinch of five fingers, the wind blades in the sky disappeared, and the stage of the Discussion and Sutra was actually clear and bright. Such a quick change in offense and defense made Xuan Fang stunned. The green whirlwind did not disappear, but condensed into a long whip in Tang Cheng's hand, with green light rugged, and the surface of the whip body was filled with light.

With the wings of wind and thunder in hand, Tangcheng can control wind and thunder at will, but the lightning is unruly and difficult to tame, and Tangcheng cannot use it like an arm and finger. However, the lethality of wind is really insufficient, and Tangcheng does not like to use it. Now, it is enough to deal with Xuan Fang, which has little experience.

"Bang!"

The wind is soft and easy to disperse, and fighting in front of the battle is not the first choice. Just like now, Tang Cheng whipped the whirlwind with a fierce whip and flew up in the air, but even his protective energy has not been broken. Instead, the blue whip tip collapsed and shattered.

Xuan Fang wanted to stabilize his body in the air and regroup. Of course, this was not difficult for him. The monk in the Luohan Fruit position was familiar with flying.

But Tang Cheng didn't wait to get back his breath, and in the blink of an eye, he whipped again. The long whip, which was only eight feet tall, crossed a hundred feet of space in the moment of attacking, and suddenly thrust on Xuan Fang's butt, knocking him down the arena in the air.

Tang Cheng smiled and said, "It seems that Master Xuanfang cannot rise!"
Chapter completed!