"We don't need you to take the fight with you. We have agreed to watch you fight the guards one-on-one this time."

At this time, Lao Lintou was reluctant to talk to Qian Yang, and the others just nodded and agreed to Lao Lintou's words.

Qian Yang never expected that this scene was like this on the 70th floor. These people had obviously reached an agreement and just wanted to see his jokes.

Qian Yang's heart was completely cold. He could understand others' experience, but Lao Lin shouldn't! What are you going to do? Can I beat the guards? You still don't know what to do? What about the tacit understanding that I agreed to?

"You really promise not to do it?" Qian Yang still had a last trace of luck.

"We~guaranteed~not to move~!" A slow but extremely neat response came from the crowd, just like practicing more than ten times in advance.

Qian Yang was really panicked and thought to himself that he was dead now. What should I do?

After a long silence, he finally squeezed out: "I want to take Senior Brother Pu to play the guards, and I will talk about it when he comes!"

"It's okay, we're waiting for you!" Everyone answered thoughtfully.

"Are you all primary school students? Who taught you how to speak like this!" Qian Yang complained fiercely.

Coincidentally, before everyone finished speaking, a guy in a red robe suddenly appeared at the scene.

"You have agreed, right?" Qian Yang glared at Pu Hao.

"What are you discussing?" Senior Brother Pu was confused, but he couldn't care about these trivial matters. He only had the spell and jade slip in his mind now.

"Fellow Daoist, please take me to the guards! Mr. Pu is very grateful. If you have any orders in the future, you will die if you die."

"Send it to no avail!" Qian Yang cursed in his heart.

Turning around and looking at the seventy pairs of eyes, Qian Yang felt that he had really cheated him this time.

"Forget it! The causes you planted by yourself, no matter how bitter the fruit you have, you have to chew them and eat them!"

It’s hard to get rid of a tiger! Qian Yang looked at the world with nostalgia for the last time and resolutely walked towards the puppet guard not far ahead.

"Test it slowly! Don't panic!" Lao Lin said softly behind his back as if he had a deep meaning.

"Hmm?" Qian Yang turned around in confusion and looked at the respectable Old Man Lin, as if he had thought of something.

Old Lin stopped talking, but just gave him a smile that was really unsightly.

Qian Yang narrowed his eyes. He saw a hint of cunning in Lao Lintou's gaze, and after that, it seemed like a kind of eager expectation to become a child.

After shook his head, Qian Yang threw away those nonsense ideas. The way out is really gone, let’s watch it!

"Little trash, come on!"

Before Qian Yang arrived, he had already beaten out a mockery. The puppet guards didn't spoil him, and a few sword energy instantly enveloped him. When Qian Yang saw the direction of the sword energy, he knew that there was no need to dodge. He found the angle with the sparse attack and bravely met him.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" Qian Yang was forced to take three measures, and he no longer dared to ask for more about this number.

"Hold on the mountain!" Qian Yang's right shoulder hit hard, staggering the puppet, and then another mountain-collapse punch.

The puppet was still not idle after being hit twice in a row, and two sword energy hit Qian Yang hard.

Qian Yang ignored the pain on his body. He had already tried his best. At worst, he could die. He would beat him twice. When he was dying, he would give you a magical power move and finally take a self-destruction. This trial will benefit the public.

Qian Yang and the puppet guards fought, and Pu Haobai was not idle either. If you have a brother to help you fight monsters, why don’t you output it quickly? The sword energy hit the puppet like money.

Pu Haobai's equipment is indeed ordinary, but it can't stand the others' medicine. He saved up 70 layers of pills and didn't even beat a guard. Even if he consumed some on the road, he had no pressure to replenish his supplies at all.

Qian Yang's equipment is really unspeakable. He was forced to get more than a dozen sword energy and showed a hint of embarrassment. His few old fists also made the puppets furious.

But the vitality of the guard is definitely not comparable to that of a monk. Qian Yang felt that it would be almost the same if he was hit by a few more times.

"Do you die!" Qian Yang was ready to use his ultimate move, and no longer worried about the rewards in his pocket that would soon be no longer his.

Suddenly, a vibrant green light lit up from him, and his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's the situation? This is... a rejuvenation technique?" Qian Yang recognized the spell that fell on him at a glance.

"Test it slowly! Don't panic!" Old Lintou's natural sound rang. There was no doubt that the spell just now was made by him.

Qian Yang understood in an instant, and he was almost moved to tears: So that's it, it turns out that Teacher Lin has not abandoned me yet, it turns out that I am not fighting alone!

Qian Yang was so happy that the feeling of living in a desperate situation was really wonderful. His gratitude to Teacher Lin was simply beyond words, so he shouted:

"What are you doing? I will fight myself, so you don't need to treat my injuries!"

Lao Lin pretended not to hear it. Who has not had a rebellious kid yet? Just ignore him.

"Everyone, do it! Don't pay attention to that bastard boy!" Old Lin said to everyone.

"Okay!" Everyone only followed Lao Lin's head and turned a blind eye to Qian Yang. The attacks were full of clapping their heads and faces hit the puppet guard.

"Hey! You don't trust! Didn't you say you won't fight? Why are you doing something to steal my monster?" Qian Yang said that he was cheap and acted good-for-behaving.

No one paid attention to him.

Qian Yang was very happy and said to himself, "Long live Teacher Lin, but he kept talking nonsense: "If you do this, I won't beat you anymore? I won't beat you..."

Qian Yang said as he acted to withdraw, but how could the puppet guards let him go easily after being beaten so many times? He caught up with him and made Qian Yang scream. In desperation, Qian Yang had to turn around and respond. And in the crowd, two rejuvenation talismans flew out at the same time and landed on Qian Yang one after another, causing his injuries to heal almost instantly.

"Don't do this?" Qian Yang continued to develop his slutty character, while slamming the puppet happily. The feeling of carrying several treatments with him was simply too good. In a trance, Qian Yang seemed to remember a famous saying: T hold it, add milk, and suck it hard!

This is not the case at this time. Qian Yang resisted the guard's attack alone. Five or six monks behind him were always paying attention to his condition. When he saw that he had been hit by a few ruthless moves, he quickly threw the healing spells or talismans in his hand onto his head. Several groups of monks were only responsible for outputting, and the guards made sparks sprinkle all over the body.

Judging from this situation, wouldn’t this boss be pushed down so easily?

Unfortunately, this is not a real game, and the hatred mechanism of the puppet guard is not that simple.

Qian Yang was fighting lively, but the guard suddenly turned his gun and released several sword energy into the crowd. A monk was killed on the spot without even screaming.

Qian Yang was startled and shouted quickly: "Don't fight! Do you know?"

No one can understand Qian Yang's crazy words. Of course, even if they can understand, they will never pay attention. If you say you don't fight, you won't fight? What are you doing? You can resist your monster!

The disciple's tragic death naturally could not escape the eyes of Lao Lintou. Of course, he knew that the guard was not so easy to fight. There was a lot of water in what he said to everyone before. He also guaranteed that half of the people would pass through alive? He said that when he last attacked the puppet guard, it melted without a long time of fighting. His guarantee was useless.

But now that I have fought, no one has any way out.

"Don't panic, the chances of guards attacking others are very low. Everyone should attack quickly and try to kill the guards as soon as possible!" Old Lintou shouted loudly to calm the morale of the army.

His words were obviously much more effective than Qian Yang's, and the already very dense attacks were once again at a higher intensity.

The disciples had nothing to reserve at this time. There was no doubt that this was the last guard they fought against. They used as much as they had. When to use up all the spiritual power in their bodies and all the spiritual recovery pills, they would be considered as the end. Everyone's eyes were red, and they were energetic for 120% of their energy, for fear that their output would be less and they would suffer losses when they were allocated.

It's interesting to say that many disciples who participated in the trial had their own thoughts, and they were all in harmony with each other along the way. Who would have thought that under such circumstances, they would have put their energy into the first time?

For the common dream, the seventy disciples present poured their firepower onto the puppet like their lives, and of course, this also included Qian Yang, who was inappropriate.

Qian Yang's slutty mouth never stopped, but he was more hard than anyone else, and he kept moaning at the joints of the puppet with one punch. The puppet guards were not soft persimmons. While focusing most of their energy on Qian Yang, they would secretly secretly lose a disciple who was focused on output from time to time.

As the puppet's body became more and more broken, the monks on the field fell silently one by one, and the battle gradually turned into a war of attrition. The guards consumed blood, while the trial disciples consumed life.

Qian Yang was anxious. He had really wanted to use his magical power to use a super attack, but he never dared to take action. He knew that if he killed the guards with one blow, the battle would be completely over. Once he lost his combat power, the others could not withstand the puppet's sword energy, and the ending of destroying the group in minutes.

As the battle progressed, Qian Yang's physical strength was consumed more and more. Without enough physical strength, even if he wanted to use his magical powers, he could not deal much damage. Qian Yang had no choice but to maintain the status quo, hoping to kill the guards before they died.

It rained all night!

A monk suddenly yelled: "I have no spiritual power!"

"Go away and reply!" Lao Lin replied with a frown.

The monk ran away to meditate. But his shouting was like stabbing a hornet's nest. More than a dozen monks were in a hurry to get spiritual power and had to temporarily withdraw from the battle.

By this time, more than 20 people had been killed by the guards, and more than a dozen people had withdrawn. The original lineup of seventy people was only half of them left in just half an hour and still had combat power.

And this is just the beginning.
Chapter completed!