Shunan looked at Tang Cheng's performance on the stage, and saw at a glance that Tang Cheng was pretending, and said with a slight smile: "Tang Gongzi is really interesting!" "

Grandpa Bai also stroked his beard and said, "Hide the weapon in your body and hide it in your heart, Wang Ye!" "

Tang Cheng on the stage hurriedly shook his hand and said, "How can you be so cruel to this reckless man, my hand is about to be broken by you!" "

The yellow-robed monk, who was still secretly wondering in his heart, instantly got the answer, and said proudly: "I'll just say that how can you, a young man who has not entered the soul casting realm, have such a strong strength, it turns out that the strength of his whole body has been exhausted all at once!" "

The corners of the yellow-robed monk's mouth went up, and he laughed with his hands on his waist.

"As I expected, that kid's strength is concentrated on one punch, I'm afraid he will have to be knocked out of the ring in three moves!"

The yellow-robed monk's friend smirked because his guess was correct.

"Obviously, you yourself have taken so many steps back, if you can move lightly and retreat so much?"

Tang Cheng reluctantly advised the yellow-robed monk that even though his Overlord Fist had left his hands to increase his strength, the yellow-robed monk was almost captured in the ring.

The stronger the yellow-robed monk is to deal with Tang Cheng, the stronger Tang Cheng wants to ensure that he is not injured, he must ensure that the strength he uses is close to that of the yellow-robed man, and now Tang Cheng is only the cultivation of the ninefold peak of Ning Zhen after all, and he can't compete with the yellow-robed man by relying on the internal strength of the martial arts alone,

The key to Tang Cheng's victory lies in his moves and experience, Fang Cai's punch, Tang Cheng relied on the Taigu Kun Jue to see that the yellow-robed man only had about eight points of strength, if the yellow-robed man exerted ten points to fight against Tang Cheng, maybe the yellow-robed man would be knocked out of the ring by Tang Cheng's Deceptive Fist.

"Boy, if I don't get you out of the ring soon, my friends will laugh at me!"

After the yellow-robed monk finished speaking, he once again condensed the internal force of the martial arts and attacked Tang Cheng, but the offensive was still the same as just now, and it was still unabated.

"You have successfully defeated me, and you can successfully advance to become the core disciple of Yunsheng Mountain, what else can they laugh at you?"

Tang Cheng looked at the somewhat silly yellow-robed monk in front of him with some amusement, and said inducingly.

"I'm a dignified soul-casting double cultivator, and I'm trying to compete with someone who hasn't entered the soul-casting realm with you, and I've been delaying for a long time, where does this make me put my face?"

The yellow-robed monk unloaded the punch that had been blasted out, straightened his back, and patted his chest proudly.

Tang Cheng couldn't hold back the smile in his heart, the big man in front of him was really too strong to win, but in fact he was really too weak, not to mention Tang Cheng, who had read a lot of peerless knowledge, even if he was a person in the same realm as the yellow-robed monk, the yellow-robed monk was also weak.

Fortunately, it was the yellow-robed monk who met Tang Cheng who deliberately wanted to let him, if the yellow-robed monk encountered a monk of the same realm as him with this mentality, he would definitely be caught by them and then returned defeated.

"Don't forget, I was injured in one of my hands, and I still have one!"

Tang Cheng stretched out his other hand and raised it, shook it in front of the yellow-robed monk, and continued to say playfully.

"Wow. I want to see how many hands you kid has! "

Tang Cheng's words angered the yellow-robed monk, and the yellow-robed monk jumped like thunder, waving his fist towards Tang Cheng's face.

"Hmph, this kid, he was completely angry, and he felt better!"

A friend of the yellow-robed monk put his hand on his shoulder, looked at Tang Cheng with great disdain, and said confidently.

"Five years ago, he went berserk, but he beat an adult bull to death in the field! He's not going to cause any trouble on stage, is he? "

Another friend looked at the impatient yellow-robed monk and couldn't help but panic in his heart, even an adult bull couldn't withstand the fist of the yellow-robed monk, let alone a young man with fine skin and tender meat?

"Oh, brother, just relax!"

The yellow-robed monk's friend patted the other friend on the shoulder and said very nonchalantly.

Hearing what his friend next to him said, the monk's face became even more anxious, and he said, "You told me to relax, how can I relax?" If he breaks into trouble on stage and triggers the revenge of the big clan, not only him, but the two of us will also suffer! "

"We are just a few scattered cultivators wandering the rivers and lakes, one does not have a big sect seat backer, and the other does not have a strong martial arts internal force, if that kid is really born in a big sect, we will definitely die!"

"Hahaha, brother, you don't have to worry about it!"

When his friend heard the monk's words, his friend burst out laughing.

"You're still laughing, when we are hunted down, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to cry!"

The monk's eyes widened, his brows tightened, he was worried about this, and secretly prayed to the heavens in his heart, hoping that Tang Cheng was not a child of the great clan of the sect.

The friend on the side looked at the cold sweat dripping from the monk's head, laughed, and said, "Could it be that you forgot? Elder Zhou Qing ordered to set, once you enter this dream soul platform, the rules of life and death? "

"Whether this is a small sect or a large sect, it must be strictly observed, and those who violate it will be slaughtered and destroyed!"

Every monk who came to power here was basically the leader of their sect and was regarded as a supreme treasure by the sect.

Once killed or injured, the people in the sect or relatives and friends will not seek revenge after the war, in order to reduce the fight caused by the fight between the disciples, Zhou Qing specially set this rule, in case there is a dead or injured, no revenge after the war.

After setting this rule, the struggle between the sects after the war was significantly reduced, and it also increased the courage of confrontation between the small sects and the Jianghu Scattered Cultivators, with the support of Yunqishan, they were no longer afraid of offending the people of the big sects, and they could display their talents to the fullest.

Only then did my friend's heart calm down: "It's the one who oppresses people, don't enter the Dream Soul Stage!" Only a person as bold as Elder Zhou Qing could say such heroic words! "

The two glanced at Elder Zhou Qing again and cast admiring glances at Zhou Qing.

The mature and steady Tang Cheng on the stage and the impatient and fierce yellow-robed monk have become distinctly aware of this, and the Shunan girl's admiration for Tang Cheng has never changed, and she has been staring at Tang Cheng with a distraction-

"This punch is obviously unloaded and merciful, if he sends it out with all his might, not to mention a person who has a double soul casting realm, I am afraid that a person with a seven-fold soul casting realm will be difficult to parry, and now that yellow-robed man will have a hard time!"

Grandpa Bai recalled Tang Cheng's Deceptive Fist, but Tang Cheng's punch was too fast, even though Grandpa Bai didn't see the mystery in it, but he solved the fist intent!

Fierce and domineering, extremely powerful, invincible in the world!

What a powerful martial art!

"Young man, don't move so much, it's too angry to hurt your liver!"

Facing the fierce punch of the yellow-robed man, Tang Cheng was not busy admonishing.