Chapter 1964: Does Tang Seng Have Magic Power?

Sun Wukong still smiled with extreme confidence and said, "Master, just keep your mind free of distractions and meditate as you usually do."

It was also the first time Tang Seng saw something in Sun Wukong's eyes.

Many times, Sun Wukong had treated him as a burden, and even had complaints many times, but only regarding meditation did Sun Wukong truly admire him.

Once he started meditating, he could truly enter the realm of selflessness and perceive heaven and earth.

Just as the two looked at each other, Sun Wukong gently raised his hand and used a little magic power. A breeze immediately appeared under Tang Seng's feet.

That breeze carried Tang Seng's body and drifted slowly toward the towering square platform.

When Tang Seng reached the square platform, he did not look left or right, but directly put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and sat cross-legged.

At the very beginning, the atmosphere became extremely quiet; it seemed one could hear a needle drop.

The Grand National Master and Tang Seng sat on the high platform, both motionless.

The crowd below looked up for a long time, about half an hour, and began to discuss it one after another.

"How long is this going to take? It's already noon, the sun is scorching, and I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of heat."

"You're dying of heat? Look at the Grand National Master and Tang Seng. Both of them have been under the scorching sun the whole time, and they've maintained a motionless posture."

"I really can't understand why the Grand National Master wants to compete in meditation. Is it because his skills can't beat that monkey and the bald monk?"

"Tang Seng is their master, he should also have profound magic power. I think the outcome of this match is hard to predict."

"Why do I feel like Tang Seng doesn't have any magic power at all?"

The King of Chechi leaned back in his chair at this time, drinking tea, while palace maids fanned him on both sides. He looked up at the high platform.

Sun Wukong and the others found a step on the ground, sat down, and waited slowly.

They didn't say anything, but looked up at the high platform from time to time, looking at the Grand National Master, then at Tang Seng.

Tang Seng sat on the square platform, concentrating on meditation, not caring at all what this was. Even if he knew that if he fell now, as a mortal, he would immediately be smashed to pieces.

But Tang Seng was Tang Seng. Wherever he was, as long as he meditated, he would enter a state of deep concentration. Except for his breathing, his body did not waver in the slightest.

On the contrary, the Grand National Master, although motionless on the surface, was extremely impatient inside.

"I really underestimated this Tang Seng. Could it be that he is also hiding his true strength? At such a height, he isn't afraid at all?"

"Looking at his meditation, he must be an expert. If this drags on, I'm afraid I'll eventually lose to him."

The Grand National Master thought to himself.

And just at this moment, the wind started to blow.

The Grand National Master felt a burst of joy. He thought that even if Tang Seng had some magic power, it shouldn't be very profound, because from beginning to end, he had looked like someone who couldn't even truss a chicken.

The Grand National Master's mind moved, and he channeled his true energy to his legs, firmly rooting himself on the square platform.

Tang Seng clearly felt the strong wind coming. His cassock was blown about, yet he remained unchanged, maintaining his original posture. ===== CHAPTER 1966 =====