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

Chapter 1102

With the sound of the gong, the 180 Jindan disciples immediately flashed, and Tang Seng was already surrounded.

No matter the speed or momentum, as well as the oppressive feeling brought to Tang Seng, it is indeed far from what those disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage could compare with.

Surrounded by the encirclement, Tang Seng just stopped in his footsteps without the slightest panic.

"Monk Sanzang, what I want to tell you today is that you are doomed!"

180 Jindan disciples surrounded Tang Seng tightly, but no one made a move immediately. One of the slender middle-aged monks looked at Tang Seng coldly and said.

Tang Seng didn't speak, just glanced at the other party, and then looked away.

Another monk in front of him continued: "Monk Sanzang, what I want to tell you is that today we will not let you die so easily, but let you know that there is a feeling that life is better than death!"

"Is there any more? Anyone else want to sue me for the poor monk?"

Tang Seng chuckled and asked disapprovingly.

"Sanzang, I admire your courage, but I don't admire your stupidity. Do you think you can survive in this competition field just after breaking through to the Jindan realm? What I want to tell you is that you are wrong, Jindan A cultivator in the Alchemy Realm is definitely not comparable to a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

Another monk wearing the costume of a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect also said in a cold voice.

"Do you think your voice is nice, that's why you talk so much nonsense with the poor monk?" Tang Seng was a little impatient, so he just hit him, why did he talk so much nonsense!

Even if he said so, the other party still didn't have a single person to do it.

It was a guy who had never spoken before, and continued: "Sanzang, to tell you the truth, we just gave you a feeling of waiting to die. I really don't want to kill you, but before we kill you, we will let you Lose things you don't want to lose piece by piece!"

"Like your eyes!"

"Like your arm!"

"Like your thigh!"

"Like your lifeblood!"

"For example, your hair, by the way, you are a monk, you don't have hair!"

The rest spoke continuously one after another.

"Amitabha, everyone... You have successfully aroused the anger of the poor monk. Next, the poor monk will let you know why the flowers are so red!" Tang Seng proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his tone became cold.

If the other party beat him to death as soon as he came up, he might not be so angry, but these people have bad intentions.

Obviously, they not only want to kill themselves physically, but also scare themselves mentally, and more importantly, they want to kill themselves.

Her Majesty the Queen is still waiting for me, I still want to return to vulgarity!
How could it be possible for your perverted behavior to succeed?

"Okay, don't say any more, whoever will teach this little monk a lesson first!"

In the arena, a tall middle-aged monk suddenly spoke. He stretched out his arm and pointed at Tang Seng.

"Let me go first, I want to slap him twice first!"

A short monk came out of the encirclement in response to the sound. This person walked towards Tang Seng step by step with bare hands.

When he was about to reach Tang Seng's body, his arm suddenly swelled to almost a foot, and a palm directly slapped Tang Seng's face.

Its movements were so fast that even the suddenly inflated arm could only vaguely see a phantom.

Almost as soon as the palm came out, it was in front of Tang Seng.

Tang Seng snorted coldly, and with a gesture, he punched the man's palm.

"boom……"

There was a bang, and the blood splattered. The palm of this person was unexpectedly hit by Tang Seng, and it exploded, turning into countless pieces of meat and flying around.

"Damn it, it's hard work!"

Tang Seng couldn't help but shudder when he saw the other party's reluctance to beat him, for fear that this heavy hand would deduct his own merit points.

However, the system did not make any sound, as if acquiescing to his actions.

Could it be that merit points are not deducted for self-defense?
Tang Seng secretly speculated that after all these people had the intention to kill him, although this strike back was a bit heavy, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a legitimate defense.

After he hit it, he pondered on the spot.

However, there was a commotion among the Golden Core cultivators in the field, and some of them could not help but take a few steps back.

This short monk also retreated violently.

Looking at his handwriting again, it has been smashed by Tang Seng and disappeared from his body, leaving only a red cut, gushing blood.

"Dear friends, be careful, this monk has something, don't underestimate the enemy!"

The tall monk said in a low voice, by this time, with one move, he had put away his contempt for Tang Seng.

"Careless, fellow Taoists, avenge me!"

The short monk with the broken arm endured the severe pain and walked towards the outside of the field. This kind of injury can be said to be minor or not serious. As long as the treatment is timely, there is not much harm to other places except for the loss of an arm. Impact.

He must apply medicine to the wound to recover as soon as possible.

"Come on! Who's next? Or do you go together?"

Tang Seng rubbed his wrists and looked at the more than 100 monks around him.

How arrogant and arrogant the tone is.

Outside the competition arena, many monks held their breath and watched the scene in the arena.

Tang Seng was right, let the other party know why the flowers are so popular!

However, no one thought that little master Sanzang, who had just entered the early stage of Jindan, would be so strong.

You must know that the short monk is not an ordinary person, it is Cheng Zilong from the Jiuhua Sect, who is extremely talented and has already cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core Realm. .

Tang Seng's arm was broken by a punch. Although the opponent had some reasons for underestimating the enemy, Tang Seng's strength was unambiguous.

"Fellow daoists, don't keep your hands, use the magic weapon, first depose this person, and then deal with it arbitrarily!"

The tall monk finished speaking in a cold voice at this time, and a cold shining sword appeared in his hand.

"Amitabha, as long as you don't slap the poor monk, the poor monk will not kill him either!"

Facing many opponents, Tang Seng proclaimed the Buddha's name. Between ending the battle quickly and gaining merit, he still chose the latter.

"Don't make heavy moves first, don't make heavy moves first, don't make heavy moves first, say important things three times!"

Tang Seng murmured in his heart and kept telling himself that everything should be based on merit.

"Shh..."

Just as Tang Seng was muttering in his heart, a sword fell from the hand of the tall monk.

This sword made a terrifying sound of explosion, as if the surrounding air was scorching hot.

Tang Seng rushed towards the sword light, his figure flashed strangely, let the sword light pass, and knocked the tall monk away with his arm.

"Congratulations to the host, take it with mercy, and get 500 merit points!"

Before Tang Seng turned around, a systematic voice came from his mind.

(End of this chapter)