Disdainful of looking at Bu Lin again, Tang Luo walked off the arena, took the top wrapped in the ring seal from Xiao Ziyu, and left with the three players of Longxi.

Is there anything more exciting in the eyes of warriors than defeating the strong with weak and defeating the higher ones. As the last arena on the main peak of Bifang Mountain was closed, all the 100 disciples in front of the outer gate of Wusheng Mountain were defeated.

The crowd spontaneously gave up a passage, and the young masters of the aristocratic family standing on both sides were full of respect. This respect was not only because Tang Luo crushed Bi Fangshan's ring, but also because he proved to the human holy land on behalf of the aristocratic family that the genius warriors of the aristocratic family are no worse than the descendants of the holy land.

The sky gradually darkened and the beating cups were extinguished. The main peak platform of Bifangshan had never been as dark as it is today. The group of Bifangshan's outer disciples covered their wounds and looked at Tang Luo and his party's backs away, feeling it was difficult to breathe.

The monument of the Wusheng Mountain, a human holy land that has been high for thousands of years, collapsed, leaving only silence and pain.

Even after another hundred years, they will never forget that in the autumn of 1784, there was a young man from a noble family who made the human holy land breathless.

Even if there is another thousand years, Wu Shengshan dare not forget that there was a man named Tang Luo who beat and punched thousands of years of pride.

Some people will eventually become the holy kings of the human race, whether they are born in an ordinary family or in the Holy Land Heavenly Sect.

...

Bifangshan inner hall

The Buddha son Yankong, wearing a monk's robe and carrying a bamboo basket, was saying goodbye to the Daozi Buxiao of Wusheng Mountain.

"The master wants to leave, but Bu dares not force himself to stay. But he can't listen to the Buddhist sermons anymore. The creatures in the back mountain should be very lonely." Bu Xiao sighed and said, "In the case of Yuanzhou's destruction of Buddha, Bu has advised Xu Xingzu to take back his fate, but Xu Xingzu's attitude is firm. Unless the master is willing to remove the Zen thoughts of Tang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness, he will not take back the Divine Sword Order. What does the Buddha's son think?"

"Thank you, Taoist, for saying it, but all aspects in the world are false; all conditioned dharmas are nothing but dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, so as to be viewed like this. This is the karma of walking slowly, and it is also the calamity of the destiny of the Buddhist sect in Yuanzhou. It is not something that can be changed by a little monk or Taoist. I just hope that walking slowly can turn back as soon as possible."

Yankong had no sadness or joy on his face, and he didn't care about Bu Xiao's exchanges. He clasped his hands and said lightly: "The little monk came to find Daozi, because he had something to ask for."

"Master, please say."

"Please tell Mr. Tang Xing that the young monk is waiting for him at Fuyun Temple outside Chaochang City."

"Is the master still unwilling to give up?" Bu Xiao showed his unbearable expression: "There are millions of monks and believers in Yuanzhou Buddhism. Is it not as good as a disciple?"

"All things are born from fate, and they are all fate."

Yankong said lightly: "As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, even if the scriptures are destroyed and the temples are demolished, it will not stop practicing. Destroying Buddha is just a form. The Xu family in Yuanzhou is a holy land of the human race, so how can they make things difficult for ordinary believers?"

It is hard to believe that such innocent words were spoken by Taoists. When they reach their level, they can't be clear. Even if the Xu family in Yuanzhou is kind, they will never be without killing and blood.

Yan Kong really doesn't know if he can say such words, or does he know, pretending not to know.

Bu Xiao looked at Yan Kong's eyebrows and wanted to see the person in front of him clearly, but the more he looked, the more confused he became. The Buddha's son had infinite kindness and kindness, but why did the longer he looked, the colder his heart became.

Putting aside the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, Bu Xiao nodded and said, "Okay, Bu must bring this to Tang Xing."

"Thank you, Daozi, I'm here."

Shaking his head, Bu Xiao sat back on the throne of Daozi in the middle hall. Although he decided to resist this period of cause and effect for Duan Qianchou, the three holy places have already been involved in this step. If the seniors of Wuxiang Zen Temple and the Xu family in Yuanzhou further investigated the reasons, I really don’t know if his identity as Daozi can withstand it.

"Cousin, you are really..." Bu Xiao sighed quietly. Fortunately, as a holy Taoist, this kind of self-pitying emotion will not last long. The secret technique of the clear mind of Taoism flowed all over his body and suppressed all negative emotions. He became the perfect Taoist in Wusheng Mountain and said solemnly outside the hall: "Come in."

The commander who had been waiting outside the door for a long time heard the call and walked into the inner hall with a secret sword high and said in a trembling voice: "Report to Daozi, the four-way arena has ended. The three presidents have sorted out the list of people who can enter the inner door. Please check it out."

"So fast?" Bu Xiao frowned slightly and was confused. In the past, he had to fight until midnight. This time, he ended so early. Could something happen?

“Show it.”

The messenger held up the secret script and carefully presented it to the Taozi on the throne of the central hall. He stood beside him with his hands down and lowered his head.

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

"What is this?" Bu Xiao threw the blank secret slip aside with expressionless expression, and looked at the messenger and said coldly: "Do you want to tell me that there is not even an inner disciple this year?"

Although I had expected Daozi to question, this tone still made the communist feel biting cold and knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head. But his mouth quickly reported the situation of Bi Fangshan today like a bean.

The more Bu Xiao heard it, the more weird the expression became. Although Tang Luo said he wanted to challenge him when he was in Medicine Valley, he actually did not take this matter seriously, because in his opinion, Tang Luo had no chance to be the top three in the martial arts conference.

Because the last two levels are not something that can be achieved with strong strength and good qualifications, but he never expected that Tang Luo really felt that he could do it to such an extreme.

Sweeping all directions is indeed not difficult for a fierce warrior. Among the hundreds of disciples in front of the outer sect, only one person is truly capable of fighting with him. But how did Bu Lin lose?

As an opponent who had fought in the Battle of Daozi, Bu Xiao was deeply impressed by Bu Lin's cultivation. Is such a person even defeated? How could it be possible!

"Where is Bu Lin? He was willing to fall because he lost the battle of Daozi. Would he rather be wiped out than show his cultivation level?" Bu Xiao frowned. There was only such a possibility in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have thought about how Bu Lin, who could defeat all the strong physical cultivation in the world, would be defeated by Tang Luo who had only brute force.

"Reporting to Daozi, Master Lin took action. He was the champion who was not defeated by a punch in the entire Sifang Bing, but..." The messenger swallowed and said carefully: "I fought for a long time, and fought from the sky to the ground, but I was defeated by Tang Luo. I was judged to be defeated by Grandmaster Wei's intervention."

The commemorative officer said tactfully, and the listeners were even more watching the flowers in the fog. Bu Xiao ordered to the commemorative officer: "Take the details of the battle!"
Chapter completed!