The bright golden thunder shone brightly and darkly on Xuanbing's face. Even if his life was in an instant, Xuanbing was still as cold as an iceberg, and there was no difference. Monk Xuanbing swept his hand in front of him and shouted, "Mingxin Ice Mirror!"

A crystal-clear, crystal-like wall formed in an instant, blocking the destructive thunder. The lightning light in Tang Cheng's hand slowly struck the crystal wall, and actually collided back and hit Tang Cheng himself.

This move was greatly beyond Tang Cheng's expectations. Tang Cheng stretched out his left hand and just caught the head of the golden thunder. It was like a poisonous snake being pinched for seven inches, and the thunder could not move at all.

Tang Cheng slapped his hands and annihilated the thunder. After the crystal wall bounced back with lightning, the surface was immediately covered with cracks and completely shattered with a thunderous sound.

A trace of abnormal flush flashed across Xuanbing's face.

At this moment, Tang Cheng and Xuan Bing stood opposite each other, and the stage of the Discussion of Sutra was quiet and extremely ice-scattered. The cold air spread across Taiwan had completely disappeared, and the stage of the Discussion of Sutra was as warm as spring and as smooth as the old. Tang Cheng admired Xuan Bing's Mingxin Bing Mirror very much. If he could use it freely, he would probably suffer all his hardships.

The monks in the audience opened their mouths wide and were amazed at Xuan Bing's performance. After a while, the crowds surged.

"Pinch me and see if you're dreaming!"

"Okay! I'll pinch!"

"Mingxin Bingjing, it's really Mingxin Bingjing, his grandmother's!"

"Senior brother, you have violated the precepts!"

"If not, how can I express my excitement!"

Mingxin Ice Mirror is a great ice. There is no clear method of practice in the Dharma, and everything depends on the practitioners themselves to understand it. Nalanda Temple practices the great ice. There are not many people, and there are very few people who can understand Mingxin Ice Mirror. Or it can be said directly that there are only Xuanbing.

As the name suggests, the sudden realization of this supernatural power requires the realization of the mind and nature, and all things are empty. For monks, it is very easy to achieve the state of not having a thought and not having arisen without thought. It is just a basic practice of meditation. However, sudden realization requires the opportunity and great uncertainty.

However, once you have achieved this magical power, it will be a blessing. The Mingxin Ice Mirror can reflect all the magical powers and magical powers in the world. No matter how you change, I can only use one mirror to overcome all the things.

Apart from approaching physical attacks, there is no other way to break it. It is the best method in the world. Xuanbing can actually realize the Ice Mirror of Mingxin, and his future is limitless.

However, his enlightened ice mirror has not yet mastered it completely, so he was broken by the thunder of Tang City. The old monk Yuanhui was very excited and said, "I am glad that my talent has appeared in Nalanda Temple again!"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Bing on the stage suddenly spoke, "I lost!" Xuan Bing said this number of people without any leniency. It doesn't matter if Xuan Bing admits defeat, but Yuan Hui is a little unsustainable. Fortunately, he lives very old enough to deal with any embarrassing scenes. After a change of topic, he sighed again: "But the disciples of Jianzhai are indeed extraordinary. I wonder who can defeat the monks in my temple on the stage of the Sutra?"

Others may not understand why Xuan Bing suddenly gave up when he clearly had the power to fight again. Facing Tang Cheng's golden thunder, Xuan Bing used immature magic to condense into Mingxin Ice Mirror, which had already caused him to be backfired. Being able to block Tang Cheng's offensive was already a super-level performance for Xuan Bing, and it was extremely lucky.

If Tang Cheng was willing, he could easily win by just adding a blow to the moment the ice wall shattered. However, Tang Cheng felt a little sympathetic to Xuan Bing and did not want him to lose too much. Xuan Bing knew very well that he was not a person who was entangled, so he easily voted for the loss.

Xuan Bing flew to the stage of the scriptures in a free manner. The monks below the stage did not boo, and Xuan Bing was defeated. If someone else was on the stage, he would be afraid that his performance would be far inferior.

At the same time, the monks in the audience did not rush to challenge the stage. Instead, they were silent. They looked around and didn't know what they were looking for?

Xuan Fang, Xuan Ming, Xuan Bing, and Tang Cheng lost three people in a row. One was either lucky, two were lucky, but the third one was by no means lucky. Tang Cheng's strength was obvious to all. He only used the two techniques of wind and thunder, and even did not use swordsmanship.

The monks in Nalanda Temple naturally didn't know that Tang Cheng was not good at flying swords, and even thought that Tang Cheng was just disdainful of his sword. At his home court, he lost three games in a row. This was not a glorious thing. If the situation could not be restored, everyone's face would be vague.

Involving Nalanda Temple's defeat in succession, Xuan Fang wanted to have a crack on the ground so that he could jump in and hide. This matter started because of Xuan Fang, but at this moment, it was no longer his own business.

Fang, Zheng, Xian, Liang, and the four divine feet of Xuanmen were defeated. The monks naturally turned their eyes to the remaining three. Feeling the enthusiasm of everyone's eyes, Xuanzheng suddenly arose. He could be defeated, but he could not be defeated without fighting.

"Xuan Zheng came to experience fellow Taoist wise!" As he said that, he was about to go to the stage. One arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and the other said warmly: "Let me do it!"

Xuan Zheng looked back and saw Xuan Liang, and he felt relieved. Although the four divine feet of Xuanmen had never competed, Xuan Liang was vaguely led by Xuan Liang. Seeing that he was about to stand out, Xuan Zheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Xuan Zheng had only 30% chance of winning himself, and now he had to go to the stage.

"I wish my senior brother a victory!" Xuan Zheng said softly.

Xuan Liang smiled slightly and said, "Winning, Fuyun! How happy it would be to have a refreshing showdown with an opponent with equal strength!"

Xuan Liang's figure is not tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose and square mouth. With a smile at this moment, he looks very gentle. Xuan Liang's entry was much earlier than Xuan Fang, and his cultivation level may be almost the same, but his mental state of mind is several streets short of his cultivation level.

The monks around him seemed to understand but they knew that the mysterious wise man who was worthy of the public was going to take action. Everyone was ready to watch the battle.

Xuan Liang walked downstairs, raised his foot and stepped onto the eight-foot platform. He smiled and clasped his tribute and said, "The high feet of Jianzhai are indeed extraordinary, so let us monks look up to you. Today, Xuan Liang is not talented, so I will ask you for your swordsmanship!"

Xuan Liang said very politely, and Tang Cheng naturally would not look like he was not close to him. He smiled and said, "Tang is very lucky to be able to understand the cultivation of the monks of the temple today!"

As soon as he touched the monk's robe, Xuan Liang held a lantern out of his hand. The lantern flower was like a bucket, and the green base was made of nine dragons circling, which was ancient and desolate. There were three yellow, white and blue divine lights on the lantern flower rotated like a windmill, which was very magical.

This object can only be seen from the appearance, and then you will know it is extraordinary. Sure enough, Xuan Liang said, "This object is called Sanhuan, which is one of the two most famous lamps in the world. Another Tianxin lantern is said to be hidden in Lianhua Temple in the Western Regions."

"After finishing my homework in one day, I sat in Tianying Rock. Unexpectedly, fire fell from the sky. I was curious. After going to check, this scattered flower was scattered! This thing has been missing for thousands of years, and I don't know why it appeared on earth in this way."

"This scattered flower scattered is a medium-grade artifact, fellow Taoist should be careful!"

Tang Cheng had a strange face. If Xuan Liang was not talking nonsense, his experience could be compiled into a novel. For example, Tang Cheng worked hard to refine weapons in the underground waters in order to obtain a common artifact. In comparison, Xuan Liang was simply gained nothing.

Not only did Tang Cheng look strange, but the monks below were also full of envy, jealousy and hatred. If Xuanliang hadn't had this battle related to the face of Nalanda Temple, I was afraid that everyone would have been noisy long ago.

A medium-grade magic weapon is enough to tempt the real person of the soul to seize treasures and kill people. What's more, it is an extremely rare treasure like the scattered flower sap, and it is also the best magic weapon for fire-type practitioners.

To a certain extent, Xuanliang chose an excellent opportunity to reveal his scattered flower scattered flower scattered. In front of the monks, he proved the ownership of this thing. In the future, if Xuanliang died suddenly and the scattered flower scattered flower fell into the hands of others, then Ranta Temple would naturally not give up.

Not to mention Xuanliang's extraordinary scheming, his own path of cultivation is indeed extraordinary. As soon as he enters Nalanda Temple, Xuanliang shows extraordinary talent for cultivation, and in the shortest time in the past thousand years, Nalanda Temple has broken through to the Arhat Fruit.

However, after forming the relics, Xuanliang's cultivation has somehow stopped and was slowly caught up by later generations. However, the position of the head of the four divine feet of Xuanmen was still firmly controlled in his hands and no one could shake it.

At this moment, everyone realized that Xuanliang must have been delayed for so many years in order to sacrifice and practice the scattered flower slabs. Otherwise, he might have already advanced to the soul.

Xuanliang practiced the fundamental treasure book of Nalanda Temple - "The Sutra of the Practice". This technique is unique and is the foundation of Nalanda Temple. According to legend, all the scriptures in the world evolved from the "The Sutra of the Practice", and this matter is naturally a false story, but the importance of this scripture can be seen from it.
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