Fang Liang had noticed this cold middle-aged monk, and his cultivation level was the same as his, and he was in the late stage of divine connection.
The person he fought with at the beginning was a cultivator at the top of the spiritual realm. The two fought for two hours before the winner was determined. However, although the middle-aged man was defeated, he did not appear too panicked.
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"Fellow Taoist Wang is a person who has lived in Jianlong Valley for hundreds of years. Cave No. 1,520 where he stayed has not changed hands for three hundred years. This time he was defeated by that fellow Taoist. It seems that that
Fellow Daoist is even more powerful than Fellow Daoist Wang."
"It may be that the habits of fellow Daoist Wang were defeated by the opponent, otherwise they would not have been defeated by the methods of fellow daoist Wang. You must know that in the past hundreds of years, there have been not a hundred, but eight, top monks who have been defeated by fellow daoist Wang.
It’s ten.”
"What Brother Zhao said is true. With Fellow Daoist Wang's methods, the cave that no one wants to live in should belong to Fellow Daoist Wang this time. However, with Fellow Daoist Wang's methods, it is really a bit pricey to fight for that cave."
Seeing the cold middle-aged monk actually fighting for Cave No. 3000, acquaintances among the crowd suddenly started talking in low voices.
From what everyone said, it seemed that the monk surnamed Wang was highly respected.
Seeing Fang Liang, a man who looked to be less than twenty years old, everyone was full of disdain and ridicule, looking down on Fang Liang.
However, just as several theosophical monks who knew the achievements of the monk named Wang were speaking, they saw the mist sweeping over the stone platform. The middle-aged man named Wang who had just stepped onto the stone platform quickly came out with a look of horror on his face.
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At this time, the middle-aged monk no longer had the calmness he had before. His expression was frightened, and the look in his eyes revealed an irrepressible fear.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist Wang, why did you renounce so quickly? Could it be that you were defeated by that young man?"
"Impossible. Under the same level, how could it be possible to lose so quickly with Friend Wang's methods?"
"Fellow Daoist Wang, what happened? Why did you leave the arena so quickly?"
Seeing the monk surnamed Wang appear, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamations of surprise, and the voices of inquiries rang out, focusing the attention of everyone in the huge square.
It's not that everyone has no determination, but that these people who are speaking are very familiar with the methods of the monk named Wang.
Back then, everyone even saw with their own eyes that this middle-aged man named Wang had fought with an early Xuan-level monk.
That battle was extremely terrifying, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sky and the sun were blocked.
Although the monk surnamed Wang was defeated in the end, he definitely shocked thousands of monks in Dragon Valley.
At this moment, seeing the monk surnamed Wang, who had only entered the fighting arena for a dozen breaths, with such a detached expression, how could everyone not be shocked.
As soon as everyone finished speaking, Fang Liang's figure appeared on the stone steps at the edge of the stone platform.
Seeing the young monk's calm appearance, everyone who was speaking was stunned, and no one spoke again.
"Fellow Taoist, you can arrange for other monks to compete with Fang." Fang Liang came directly to the monk hosting the competition, handed out the token in his hand, and said.
Seeing Fang Liang's expression as if he had not lost any mana at all, the monk who presided over the competition also showed a puzzled expression.
"Okay, next, fellow Taoist Ming can enter the competition with fellow Taoist Fang." Looking at the jade slip in his hand, the monk presiding over the competition said.
Following his words, an old man at the pinnacle of spiritual communication immediately walked out and handed the token in his hand to the monk presiding over the competition.
The old man glanced at Fang Liang, with doubt in his eyes and his brows furrowed slightly.
It was obvious that the old man had also heard the words of those monks, and was already very cautious towards Fang Liang.
In his opinion, if the monk surnamed Wang that everyone was talking about was really so powerful, then there was only one possibility for him to be defeated so quickly, and that was because the young monk in front of him used some kind of sneak attack.
In a vast area, as long as he is careful, he will definitely not let the opponent sneak attack again.
Everyone present is in the realm of divine connection. What this old man can think of can certainly be thought of by other monks.
Seeing the look of surprise in the eyes of the old man surnamed Ming and everyone else, the monk surnamed Wang had a gloomy expression, and an imperceptible sneer flashed away in his eyes.
He was someone who had personally experienced the young monk's methods and knew that the young monk's methods were terrifying.
If the realm of cultivation is not limited, he is still somewhat sure that he can defeat the opponent. However, when the realm of cultivation is greatly suppressed and the power of the methods he can use is greatly reduced, if he wants to resist the opponent's
That ghost's self-destruction attack has no chance at all.
If the other party didn't intend to completely kill him, he would definitely not be able to escape from the Sumeru space.
Just when everyone thought that the old man surnamed Ming would fight with the young monk for a long time under caution, a cloud of mist surged suddenly. On the stone steps, the old man who had just entered the stone platform started to rush again with a horrified look on his face.
He ran out of the mist-shrouded stone platform.
Although there was no visible damage on the old man's body, fear and fear flashed in his eyes.
Seeing the old man leaving the competition space so quickly, no one among the spiritual monks said anything.
Everyone knew clearly that the young monk who looked to be less than twenty years old must have unparalleled methods, and only monks of the same level could fight with him.
"Fellow Taoist, there are two people left. The cave will belong to Fang. How about this? Please ask the following two fellow Taoists to enter together. How about Fang taking over together?" The figure flashed, and Fang Liang reappeared on the stone.
The edge of the stage flashed again, and he came to the theosophy monk who was presiding over the competition and said.
At this moment, no monk looked down upon Fang Liang anymore.
He was able to defeat two monks of the same level with extraordinary strength in less than a cup of tea. No one would believe that the young monks relied on sneak attacks to win.
"Fellow Taoist, are you sure you want two fellow Taoists to enter the competition together?" Looking at Fang Liang's calm expression, the monk presiding over the competition said with confusion in his eyes.
"Well, yes, Qin wants to get the cave as soon as possible. But Fang has something to say first. If Fang fights against one person, he can still make good moves. If he fights two people at the same time, he will probably miss and someone will
Fallen in the fighting arena."
Fang Liang looked calmly at the dozen monks who were planning to compete with him for the cave, and a coldness seemed to disappear in his eyes.
Turning his head to look at the monk who was hosting the competition, he said these words.
Hearing what Fang Liang said, the expressions of the middle-aged Wang and the old man Ming, who had already fought with him, changed, with a hint of joy on their faces.
The two of them knew in their hearts that what the young monk said was definitely not alarmist. With the young man's methods, he did have the means to kill the two of them.
"Any fellow Taoist who wants to challenge fellow Taoist Fang, please come forward on your own." Upon hearing this, the monk in charge, although his eyes were serious, he still followed Fang Liang's words and said.