Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1083 That Sigh

In the competition field, the situation has entered an unprecedented heated state.

Dozens of figures were like wolves and tigers, swords, lights and swords flying in all directions, all attacking Tang Seng.

In such a situation, it was as if Tang Seng and everyone had a deep blood feud that could not be resolved.

The offensive was like huge waves, one wave after another, as if it could drown Tang Seng in an instant.

But Tang Seng, on the other hand, is like a standing rock in the sea. No matter how the opponent attacks, he chases through many huge waves, and breaks those waves one by one between the separation and reunion of figures.

As if turning into countless water waves, splashing in all directions.

Those splashing water waves are naturally the talented disciples of the six sects flying backwards.

At this time, under such a turbulent attack, there was no sound outside the competition field.

Contrary to the situation where there was a lot of discussion before, no one has made a sound until now.

They all watched the situation in the field silently, their hearts raised in their throats, and they refused to blink, just staring blankly at the changes in the field.

Looking at the little monk Sanzang as if he was the incarnation of the Vajra Arhat, beating the genius disciples of the six sects to the ground.

Even if all the talented disciples of these six major sects burst out with secret techniques that can temporarily improve their cultivation!

"I didn't expect Sanzang to win!"

After a while, the second elder of Tianlong Temple murmured.

At this time, the battle situation is not over, and the fierce battle is still going on.

But from the eyes of the second elder, it can be seen that the attacks of the disciples of the six major sects are not as strong as before, but Tang Seng is still staggering as before, covering his chest from time to time, and coughing a few times.

Although he faltered, he remained undisturbed.

Although his arms hang down from time to time, when it's time to explode his fighting power, his hanging arms can still burst out with powerful strength.

The appearance shown by Elder Sanzang is all fake!
At this time, the condition of the disciples of the six major sects was deteriorating, and now they could no longer unleash the turbulent attack that they had before.

They are only forcibly maintaining their offensive, but the secret techniques they unleashed will fail in the near future, and they will completely lose their combat effectiveness.

This is almost certain to happen!
Just as the second elder of Tianlong Temple was thinking secretly, suddenly a disciple of Immortal Sword Sect fell limply on the ground.

This disciple was not counterattacked by Tang Seng, but fell down by himself outside the attacking crowd.

At this moment, the secret technique he erupted has not yet reached the final stage.

There are still mana fluctuations on his body that are far stronger than those of the disciples in the Qi refining period.

However, he no longer had the strength to hold on.

He is exhausted!

This disciple fell on his back to the ground, his eyes were unfocused, and his face was ashamed.

This was the most heart-wrenching battle in his cultivation career, and he fell down before it was completely over.

He knew very well in his heart that he might never stand up again.

Even if the body stands up, the confidence will always fall down!
But he is not the first!
After him, monks fell one after another, and more and more talented disciples from the six major sects fell, gradually reaching more than a dozen.

They were equally exhausted!

At this time, there was a sigh outside the court, and such a result was unexpected by everyone.

The number of fallen disciples from the six major sects is still increasing, and fewer and fewer disciples are fighting fiercely with Tang Seng.

Finally, not long after, the last opponent who fought fiercely with Tang Seng was thrown away by Tang Seng's sleeve, and he never got up again.

Just lying on the ground with many monks from the six major sects, looking up at the blue sky, eyes full of bewilderment!

In the competition arena, the only person standing is Tang Seng!
Looking at the more than 21 merit points on the system panel, Tang Seng looked around at the disciples of the six major sects, and softly proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, fellow Taoists, poor monk, wait for you to stand up again. People can fall, but hearts can't." Falling down, victory or defeat is not important! What is important is to have a heart that refuses to admit defeat, which is an unquenchable fighting spirit. Amitabha!"

After speaking, Tang Seng sat cross-legged on the grass, and really began to wait patiently.

Just kidding, with so many opponents who gave merit points, how could Tang Seng be willing to let them out now.

Even if you wait for a day, you still want to wait for them to stand up again and attack yourself!
After he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the arena!
"This Elder Sanzang is really good at pretending, but, hehe, I like this kind of acting, he really has the ability to pretend!"

"To such a powerful Buddhist disciple, you dare to use such a rude term. I think little master Sanzang is kind and tolerant. Did you see that none of those people were hurt by little master Sanzang?" , all of them are exhausted and paralyzed by themselves!"

"Hahaha, this is the most interesting competition I have ever seen in my life, and the winner is actually determined like this!"

"I didn't expect Tianlong Temple to be so powerful! I thought it was Tianlong Temple's mistake not to bring the disciples of the qi refining period. It turns out that Tianlong Temple has already made a plan and does not need too many disciples of the qi refining period. Little Master Sanzang alone It can all be done!"

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

"Bring back our disciples!"

At this time, Ling Xiao's complexion had become like a pig's liver. He glanced gloomyly across the audience and the disciples of his sect lying on the ground, and then waved his hand and said.

In such a situation, no matter how thick-skinned Immortal Sword Sect is, it is impossible to wait for his disciples to rest before fighting Tang Seng again.

In its heyday, the secret method of breaking out could not beat Tang Seng, but now it is extremely weak, even if it recovers, it is definitely not Tang Seng's opponent.

Now that the ending is already doomed, why bother to ask for shame!
Not only did he think this way, but the senior leaders of the other sects naturally knew this was the result.

They greeted their disciples one after another, and carried out the disciples who were paralyzed in the competition field.

"Tianlong Temple won the competition among the disciples in the Qi refining period!"

Not only has to bear the failure of the disciples of this sect, but as the initiator of the competition, Ling Xiao also has to perform the duties of the organizer of the competition and announce the results of the competition.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had no choice but to announce this extremely humiliating result for Immortal Sword Sect and even the entire six major sects.

"Congratulations to the host, you have completed the task of winning the Qi Refining Competition and obtained 50000 merit points!"

Just as Ling Xiao announced the result of the competition, a system prompt sounded in Tang Seng's mind.

These [-] merit points are inevitable.

But the competition ended like this, and there were no more contribution points to take, Tang Seng was still a little disappointed.

Can't you let them rest for a while before continuing to besiege me?
Really worthless, nothing!
Tang Seng cursed in his heart, sighed, and walked out of the field.

"Look at little master Sanzang. After winning, he is not surprised by favor or humiliation, without a hint of complacency. He really is the image of a generation of eminent monks!"

"You said, what does his sigh represent? Is it compassionate and pity for those monks who broke out the secret method?"

There were soft discussions again from outside the arena.

(End of this chapter)