"A gentleman is open and honest!" Qian Yang punched him hard.

Most of him didn't understand this sentence, and if he understood it, he had to give Qian Yang another slutty evaluation.

"I dug a hole in front of you!" Qian Yang's second punch came again.

"Haha, you've got two punches and two kicks!" Qian Yang is definitely not the only one who is mean, and some of the monks who watch the fun are not serious.

"Shut up, you can count, right?" Qian Yang had a good hearing. He was fighting here and there was still time to make people cough.

"Okay! I'll shut up, you continue!" The mean-mouthed person had a good temper.

Qian Yangxin said, don’t be timid, let’s chat for a while, I don’t dare to hit this third punch if it doesn’t come out!

Maybe it was time to cast the spell, maybe Qian Yang really scratched the itchy part of the turtle. Anyway, the old turtle slowly poked his head out. Qian Yang's eyes lit up and he was about to send a long-awaited full-strength blow, but he didn't expect a large splash of water to rush towards his face.

This is the old turtle's splash bullet, and there is only one opponent left on the field. Its group of attack spells has also become single-body spells, but it seems that the attack power has not improved.

"No!" Qian Yang exclaimed. He didn't mind being hit, but this splash bullet had a repulsive effect! Didn't you see that the physical cultivation had been tortured at all? If he got this punch, he wouldn't be able to hit it even if he died.

However, Qian Yang has also experienced a big scene, and he was shocked and not confused when encountering this situation. A light flashed with a flash of light in his left hand, and a talisman with a strange smell appeared in his hand.

"Golden Talisman..." Qian Yang stopped shouting.

This is the talisman that Qian Yang had placed on the soles of his feet before, and it could still be rewarded for bringing out of the cave. But at this time, there was nothing he could not bear to let go. He just wanted to punch the last punch hard, and the little money of the talisman was not worthy of it!

"Bang!" The water splashed hard on the talisman light.

The level of this golden amulet is still lower. After a little resistance, it disappeared into the air, but it also offsets most of the power of the splash bomb.

The remaining water column hit Qian Yang's chest, staggering him, but the remaining power of the water column was obviously not enough to push him far. After adjusting his figure slightly, Qian Yang stood before the turtle's head and smashed it hard at the turtle guard's head that had not yet been taken back!

"Cross~Mountain~Hit~!!!"

This heavy punch, carrying more than 90% of Qian Yang's physical strength, hit the turtle guard's face, and Qian Yang's face was rarely a bit ferocious.

Qian Yang's various equipment now attached him nearly forty points of physical attributes, which means that his physical condition has been forcibly increased by 40%. In terms of numerical terms, his physical strength has almost exceeded the limit that a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage can reach. Correspondingly, his physical strength has also been pushed to an extremely astonishing level.

What is the concept of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage who suddenly has a body that transcends the Foundation Establishment Stage?

It’s certain that it’s good. Qian Yang can feel that he has explosive power all over his body at any time. This feeling of a surge in strength in a short period of time may only appear in the special world of the Sword Test Cave.

But these powers were finally added. Even though the rules in the cave were so mysterious, Qian Yang still felt a little uncomfortable in such a short period of time. The feeling of the horse pulling the big cart has been hovering around him. He always had the illusion that his power would lose control at any time.

Of course, the Sword Test Cave has very mature rules and will never happen if the power is out of control. Qian Yang's illusion is just a kind of happiness and worries that poor people don't know how to squander after they are rich.

But this mountain-collapse punch gave him a channel to squander!

The physical strength beyond the foundation building stage, the spiritual strength beyond the foundation building stage, and after the increase in the physical strength of the monks beyond the foundation building stage, Qian Yang's punch is simply unimaginable.

The only drawback is that the feeling of being forced out of physical strength is not good, and this time the process of extracting physical strength made him feel particularly long. When his punch hit the turtle's head, Qian Yang felt that everything in his body had been hollowed out. The feeling of exhaustion that released all the essence of life made him moan involuntarily with painful and pleasant moans.

"Bang...bang..." The turtle guard bounced high like a spring, making a difficult rolling action in the air that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the turtle shell hit the ground hard, raising the dust and sand in the sky.

Qian Yang staggered back aside. In order to maintain the image of a master, he used all his strength to persevere and not let himself sit on the ground, but his legs were so heavy that they could not move at all.

There was an uproar in the venue!

The power of this attack completely shocked all the monks present. Although they did not know how much blood the turtle guard still had, and how much actual damage this slutty brother caused to the turtle, the intuitive shock effect brought by the heavy blow was undeceived. Everyone secretly measured their attack strength and found that it was completely impossible to compare with Qian Yang's attack, which was at least several times the gap.

In fact, they underestimated Qian Yang. Qian Yang's spiritual power bonus of more than 40 points made his basic attack power more than twice as high as most people. In addition, the damage bonus of boxing gloves and the skill bonus of the Burning Mountain Hammer made his skill attack three times that of ordinary people. What's even more excessive is the physical strength attached to his magical power, which doubled the attack power several times on the basis of three times. Therefore, Qian Yang's attack's attack has actually surpassed that of others.

This is simply terrible!

Because the gloves did not emit light, everyone could only guess the strength of the attack based on their feelings. These were all they could see, and the attack power several times that they imagined was the limit they imagined, so they took it for granted that Qian Yang caused several times the damage they caused.

The damage of several times of ordinary people is indeed amazing enough. No wonder this kid is so crazy that he is so crazy that everyone has to admire this.

But if you have multiple times the damage, you want to fight the guard alone?

Are you stupid?

You are amazing. You can stand up to several of us alone, but so what?

There are more than 200 people here. Every time a turtle emerges, it will hit it for about 200 times. Can it be overwhelmed by dozens of you?

We have been fighting for most of the time, and you just want to fight alone? Your formation arithmetics are taught by Elder Alchemy, right?

Qian Yang stared at the motionless turtle shell in front of him, and the feeling of powerlessness slowly spread to his heart:

"Oh! I didn't beat me to death! Is God punishing me? Do you have to take the path of funny? It's just a little bit, just a little bit!"

Of course, Qian Yang would not be like those idiots who are the formation elders. He knew clearly that his attack power of more than ten times is far more than ten times more damage, especially against opponents with extremely high defense such as the Turtle Guard. His attack was conservatively superior to others' attacks thousands of times.

Although Qian Yang did not know the specific defense value of the turtle, his conclusion was not unreasonable. Before the turtle retracted its shell, he clearly saw that the turtle's head became bloody and bloody as soon as he was hit by him, and even the corners of his mouth were constantly gushing with bright red blood foam.

Although there is nothing wrong with the turtle shell now, the beginning of vomiting blood means that the turtle is approaching the point where the oil is exhausted, which proves that Qian Yang did not kill about 30% of the turtle guard's blood as he wished, which is definitely more than the damage that ordinary people can do if they attack a thousand times.

Unfortunately, it's just a little bit short!

Qian Yang failed, and his crazy words to kill the old turtle with three punches and two kicks have become a joke. The tiny amount of residual blood of the turtle caused Qian Yang to turn from a master to a joke. Now he can't even send a move, and he has no chance to remedy it. Then the subsequent drama will inevitably go to another road.

Qian Yang doesn't like it. He is undoubtedly more willing to play a master than being a clown, even if he is a slutty master.

Qian Yang was very disappointed. He felt that God had abandoned him. He felt that luck was joking with him. Not only could he not hit the escape tale, but it would be a little bit of blood to cut a monster. Even if he added a little bit of physical strength when punching, the result would be completely different. It seems that God was showing his evil taste, just like the supporting actors next to him. He could imagine that in a few seconds, there would be no kind mockery in the crowd. Then, how should he... fight back?

Qian Yang is lucky. He is not fighting alone. There is also an old Lintou in the crowd who is even more kissing than his own son. How could Teacher Lin, who has put all his life on Qian Yang, watch Qian Yang be bullied?

The tragic situation of the turtle had long fallen into Lao Lintou's eyes, and Qian Yang's exhaustion could not be hidden from him. After being surprised by Qian Yang's incredible damage, he decisively took over Qian Yang's unfinished career and quickly took a few steps forward. Dozens of slightly blue flame bombs were connected into a long string under his control, hitting the tortoise shell one after another.

At this time, Lao Lintou didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power. Even if the damage caused by smashing the turtle shell was minimal, he didn't care. He only knew that the old turtle had only half a breath left, and any damage could be taken away by any arbitrary damage. What else to say? Smash it!

When Lao Lin started to take action, the yellow-faced man next to him stopped doing it: "Fellow Daoist cares what he does? Isn't he going to fight one-on-one? When you take action, he should say you are going to hit him.

There was a burst of laughter on the field.

But the laughter came to an abrupt end before it even fell. Everyone watched the turtle guard turn silently into a white light under the pearl fire bomb of Lao Lintou and disappear.

Lao Lin turned his face and grinned at everyone and clasped his fists: "Hehe! Sorry, I saw that he beat the guard to death, and his hands were itchy for a moment, and I couldn't help but snatch a monster. Please forgive me! Ensure!"

"Snatch monsters?"

"That kid really beat the turtle to death?"

"That's amazing!"

"No! That boy is so lucky?"

"Did he have known that the turtle was beaten to us and only a little blood was left?"

Everyone thought everything, but they all felt that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!