The Heavenly Fist is the mastery of the Heavenly Martial Arts, and the Heavenly Martial Arts is the person who fought with the heavens back then, and his boxing techniques, in the face of the yellow-robed monks, are simply overwhelming-

The two of them punched each other with three punches, resulting in a bang.

The yellow-robed monk snorted, and the whole person took more than a dozen steps backwards before gradually stopping, the back of his hand was trembling in pain, and his blood was surging.

On the other hand, Tang Cheng stood still in place, looking like an understatement.

"How is this possible!"

The yellow-robed monk looked surprised, and he couldn't believe that Tang Cheng had such strength.

Is his opponent really just the Nine Realms of Condensation? If it was the Ninefold Realm of Condensation, the Soul Forging Dual Realm could obviously suppress him, but in the face of his continuous bombardment, Tang Cheng dodged freely-

That's it, but the tiger fists that he used all his strength were actually counterattacked by Tang Cheng's single punch-

The power of Tang Cheng's punch is not only a counterattack, it is completely crushing, absolutely crushing!

The martial arts aura exuded by the yellow-robed monk did not exude a little under the suppression of Tang Cheng's Heavenly Fist, otherwise this wonderful duel would definitely cause the audience to applaud.

"His tiger fists, defeated?"

The yellow-robed monk's friends widened their eyes and looked at the yellow-robed monk on the stage in a daze, the sight in front of them almost suffocated them with shock.

The single fist of the tiger is still comparable to the five-fold monk of soul casting, but the double fist of the tiger was crushed by Tang Cheng-

"Is his opponent still human? That's a demon, a peerless demon! "

Another friend of the yellow-robed monk slapped his thigh with his hand and shouted excitedly.

The monks on the side were inevitably attracted by the unusual behavior of the two friends of the yellow-robed monk, and when the monks on the side looked curiously in that direction, they were really shocked.

Isn't it just a battle between a monk who casts a double soul and a monk who condenses the ninefold? How big a wave can this make?

Still peerless?!

The peerless idiot is pretty much the same-

Indeed, under Tang Cheng's pity to hide, in the eyes of ordinary people, they can only see the appearance, and they can't see the essence at all.

"Great, Brother Tang is going to win!"

Ning Ning watched Tang Cheng retreat from the yellow-robed monk on the stage, and immediately clapped his hands and cheered, the doubts and troubles just now were gone, just win!

"Yes! After all, evil can't suppress good! "

Grandpa Bai's face showed a glimmer of hope, and his eyes revealed a sense of youthful relief-

Yiren Shunan in the audience was also crushed by Tang Cheng's trick, not only Pan An in the eyes of his lover, but also-

A sentence came out of her mouth: "He's really becoming more and more like Tianwu-"

On the Dream Soul Stage, the yellow-robed man finally eased up and said, "I'm ......"

After hesitating for a while, he solemnly clasped his fists and saluted Tang Cheng: "I'm defeated—"

After the yellow-robed monk cracked it with one fist, he was still a little unconvinced, thinking that it was just a coincidence, and it happened to let Tang Cheng dodge it.

But Tang Cheng's punch just now, even if others don't know, the yellow-robed monk really knows it! He really took a punch from Tang Cheng-

Ever since he received Tang Cheng's punch, the hope in the yellow-robed monk's heart has been completely shattered, and he clearly knows that Tang Cheng's punch, he can't defeat it, even if he cultivates for another ten years, it's impossible to defeat-

Facing an opponent who is difficult to defeat even if he practices for another ten years, then he still continues to stay on this dream soul platform, what else can he have besides being embarrassed?

Tang Cheng hurriedly walked over, returned the salute with a fist at the yellow-robed monk, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for Brother Tai's poor health today, it would be difficult to win in the next place, Brother Tai will concede!" "

The yellow-robed monk in front of him, although his martial arts cultivation is mediocre, his talent is not as superb as Li Ziqian and Lu Jiang.

But when they came to the stage to compete, the yellow-robed monk did not directly use the tiger's fists, and told Tang Cheng to resist, with such a compassionate heart, Tang Cheng could respect him.

As soon as the yellow-robed monk came to power, he couldn't wait to defeat Tang Cheng, if not for anything else, just for a face in the eyes of those under the stage.

Now, he was defeated by a monk who was twice as heavy as himself, which was undoubtedly disgraced in front of his friends.

In this regard, Tang Cheng found this reason for him, so that when he left the Dream Soul Stage, he would not have to lose face.

Giving others a reason is also giving yourself a reason -

Tang Cheng's words were also said to those who watched their competition,

You tend to despise others when they are not as capable as you, and you tend to be jealous when they are superior to you.

Instead of making them suspicious and finding out, it is better to take the initiative and respond to them with the right reasons.

"Thank you, brother!"

Tang Cheng's words, like a warm current, poured into the heart of the yellow-robed monk, and he turned around and left the Dream Soul Platform and walked towards his two friends.

"You have actually practiced the Tiger Double Fist, I'm afraid that people below the seventh level of soul casting will be difficult to resist!"

A friend of the Yellow Robe Friar's walked up to him and said to him with a smile, expressing his sincere admiration for the Yellow Robe Monk's performance on the stage.

"In the last crisis, you were still a single fist, but now you have practiced a double fist, among the few of us, as the master said, it is true that you have the highest talent!"

Another friend of the Yellow Robe Friar's patted the Yellow Robe on the shoulder, surprised by the Yellow Monk's talent.

The monks on the side cast strange eyes at them, obviously they were just a loser, and even among the Dream Soul Terrace contestants, they were the most ordinary group of competitions, and there was nothing to see at all.

"Ordinary people, I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, I'm afraid that when I didn't come to this Yunsheng, I haven't even seen the person who forges the soul of the sevenfold!"

"I can't even beat a nine-fold kid who is condensed, and he also says that the soul is sevenfold, it's really a man-eating dream!"

"Hey, what do you have to worry about with them, they have failed, they must be in a bad mood now, let's say a few words!"

The yellow-robed monk, as a soul-casting double person, was beaten by a person who was condensed and ninefold, which in the eyes of outsiders, was indeed a complete failure.

Onlookers will only watch the excitement, and only the insiders will understand it.

The other monks looked at them like idiots, attacked them verbally, criticized them, and often the result of the losers was like that.

The two friends of the yellow-robed monk clenched their fists, their hearts full of anger, and they wanted to fight for the yellow-robed monk.

But the most irascible of the three, the yellow-robed monk, did not speak, but only hugged his two friends,

Even if the world misunderstands him, it is enough that two brothers understand him!

"Good brother!"

The yellow-robed friar's hands patted his brother's back, and his two brothers also released their fists and patted the yellow-robed friar's back.

The three of them held their heads high, laughed loudly, and walked towards the edge of the crowd.

They are born ordinary, and their friendship is extraordinary!