After such a try, everyone present secretly beat the drum in their hearts, and did not dare to do anything else.

Although a few people still had a little strange ideas, they all knew that the strength of the public game was recognized as first-class, and even if they wanted to try, they had to make some preparations, so they also quietly thought about countermeasures, and for a while, the entire prison fell into a dead silence.

Peaceful, absolutely quiet.

Although there were already more than thirty people in the small cell at this time, they fell into silence because of an incruciously powerful magic circle.

But there was also a strange sound in the silence, the snot and sobbing from a few cowering beggars in the corner.

"What should I do, you guys have something to say!"

One prisoner finally couldn't take it anymore and broke the suffocating silence:

"Otherwise, let's go up together and use the strongest tricks to bombard it, I don't believe that no matter how strong this cover is, it can resist the offensive of our people, and it will consume him to death when the time comes!"

However, no one answered him, not even a staring gaze, which made this person a little unhappy, and he was about to roar and vent, but he didn't want the black tiger on the side to be honest and honest, so he relieved him and said:

"Our boss tried it just now, and a little heavier force will make the cell shake and attract Yazi!"

"This doesn't work, so what can I do? just watch it and wait for death!"

The man took a sip and found a place to sit down.

Shen Meng said:

"Although you haven't figured out a clue yet, I have to remind you that Yazi has been patrolling every three hours, and now it has been an hour and a half, and if you delay it, it won't be long before they will find out. ”

At this time, Gong Yi, who was recovering from his injuries, said:

"The old man has a way, but I need everyone to cooperate with me!"

This sentence was like throwing a pebble on the surface of a calm lake, and everyone suddenly moved and looked at him.

"Everyone has seen the old man's attempt just now, and the old man suddenly thought, if he tries again, there will still be that kind of bare hand, when everyone runs the true qi and enters the bare hand, will it affect the bare hand and make the operation of the printing circle deviate, maybe it will have a little effect!"

"What a good idea!"

Someone slapped him on the thigh.

"Ginger is really old and spicy!"

Others flattered.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's do it!"

Others have rolled up their sleeves and are eager to try.

The public game did not take action, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone is full of energy, the old man is deeply grateful, but you have also seen that the old man's palm has been injured after trying it just now, so this first test is destined to fail!

"This ......"

Everyone was stunned, and once again there was no movement.

Obviously, no one wants to be the honest man who puts his hand up, once he is injured, he is afraid that he will become a drag when he escapes, and he may be the first person to die at that time.

"Alas, Zhang Taihua, haven't you practiced an iron sand palm, I heard that after the iron sand palm cultivation is successful, the sword and gun will not penetrate the water and fire, you go just right!"

A sharp-beaked monkey cheek-looking person said to a man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a burly figure next to him.

"Zeng Zimo, haven't you also practiced a silk winding hand, I have also heard of this silk winding hand, not only is it extremely dexterous, but it can also see the stitches, steal the beam and change the pillar, and there is a change in the face of a crisis, wouldn't it be more suitable for you to go than me!"

Dahan did not show weakness and fought back.

"Hmph, but don't forget, although my silk wrapping hand is flexible, it will be eaten up when it is hit by the next one, what is the use of being flexible!"

"Although I have knowledge of iron sand palms, I can only be thrown away when I am entangled with my bare hands, let alone holding my bare hands!"

"I ......"

"I ......"

The two did not back down from each other, talking to each other about their weaknesses, but they didn't dare to step forward.

"Alright, stop arguing!"

The impatient guy yelled:

"Wait until you are slaughtered, I guess you can also be buried together, so that you can quarrel for eternity and eternity!"

His words drew laughter from everyone, but after laughing, there was silence.

After all, unless someone pays the price, let these selfish people dedicate themselves to serving others, which is basically equivalent to a dream.

Seeing this scene, Shen Meng couldn't help but sneer, and said secretly in his heart:

These people are really some mud that can't support the wall, and the master is really right, relying on the sky and the earth still has to rely on himself, fortunately, he still has a back hand, otherwise he will really be killed by them.

Gong Yi obviously knew that the situation was urgent, and he didn't want to see his group of people talking anymore, and was about to speak, but he didn't want to be interrupted again.

The person who interrupted was actually the guy who had always been very irritable, and he only listened to him:

"Hey, I've got a great idea!"

He went into the corner, stood in front of a sobbing beggar, squatted down, and said with a smile:

"You say, 'Let him be the first?'

As he spoke, he took out the beggar and brought it to everyone.

This beggar looks extremely ordinary, with a thin body, it seems that his body is skinny because of hunger, although he has been combed, but he is still wilted, and now he is stared at by so many people, he can't help but be a little frightened, his body is huddled together, and he wants to escape, but he is firmly grasped by one hand, and he can only look at everyone timidly.

"He! He's just a mortal, and he can't cultivate, how can he hook the defense of the Seal Circle!"

One person was puzzled.

"Hehe, although he won't, someone will, Wu Qiang, do you say yes!"

The man carrying the beggar turned to look at a grim-faced man in the crowd with half-pulled hair.

This person estimated that it was Wu Qiang in his mouth.

"Hmph, I was really killed by you!"

Wu Qiang knew that he couldn't escape, so he stood up and came to the beggar, his left hand was like a sharp arrow, and he grabbed the beggar's right hand violently, and his right hand was constantly connected to the beggar's hand, and the point of the point extended to the arm along the acupuncture point of the Shaoyin vein of the hand, until the shoulder did not stop.

He nodded, and said:

"I don't have much ability, but there is an exercise that can be used to fight with strength, and I can use other people's arms to hit the true qi, but this exercise can only borrow one-third of the strength, and if there is more, it will not work!"

"One third is enough, there are so many of us here, as long as we gather together and hit him together, it will be enough to hook the bare hand when the time comes, and even the bare hand can be held back, and the time will be right to break the formation!"

After the discussion, a few people didn't care about the beggar's reaction, and forcibly brought him to the light film, and the rest of the people also walked behind him and stood still, countless palms had been pressed on the little beggar's body.

Shen Meng didn't move, watching quietly on the side, but he felt a little blamed in his heart.

Those beggars were all asked to clean up by Mo Mo, and a lot of cold water was used to clean up, which also caused them to be thin and had a cool breeze all night, so they would catch a cold and runny nose.

And now these people who have been invited by themselves want to coerce them to break the formation, and their bodies will be subjected to infinite true qi, and if they are not careful, they may explode and die, and there is no place to bury them.

In the final analysis, it was because of his own scheming that he fell into a crisis.

He secretly prayed, hoping that the exercise called Wu Qiang would work, and that the little beggar would not explode and die.

It's just that when everything started to kick in, he knew that the little beggar's life was irretrievable.

He didn't know how powerful the twenty-one cultivators would be when they gathered their true qi together, but it could be seen from the arm that had been altered, and the vigorous energy on it had stretched the originally thin and shriveled arm as thick as a human head.

The surging true qi did not seem to be satisfied with the fragile meridians in the little beggar at all, as if it had directly destroyed everything inside him and opened up a pipe composed of skin and flesh, and the place where the pipe was connected was the thin layer of light film, which should now be the palm on the light film to be exact.

Now it is a situation where a bulging and shapeless palm is holding together a hazy but coercive light, intertwining and pulling each other, and neither of them will relax.

And the little beggar fainted at the first time he was impacted, and he didn't have the ability to control his arm at all.

At this time, Wu Qiang had already pressed his palm on the door of his head, and the true qi in his hand was connected to his arm, and through some subtle meridians, it was connected to this arm, which was already several times beyond that of a normal person, competing with the light palm.

However, external forces are still external forces after all, even if they concentrate so many people and so many true qi, compared to the bare palm, they are all just stragglers, without any combat effectiveness.

Soon, the light palm directly covered the little beggar's arm, and even spread directly to the beggar's arm, finally covering the beggar and completely suppressing the mottled and complex energy on his body.

A few people who were lucky knew that it was time for life and death at this moment, and they couldn't help but be a little anxious, and some even wanted to retract their hands.

At this moment, the public game suddenly shouted:

"Everyone, please go all out, the old man will come and cut it off!"

With that, the hand was suddenly taken away from it, and the person flew up, suddenly came to the other side of the light film, and slammed a blow at a place that seemed to be relatively fragile.

Everyone only heard a sound similar to breaking glass in their ears, and they saw the light hand in front of them turn into a little starlight and disappear in front of them.

"Haha, it's done!"

Everyone was overjoyed, withdrew their hands, and ignored the unconscious little beggar and allowed him to fall to the ground.

It was only when they faced Xiang Mo that they realized that the young man in this light film was not as kind as he looked.

Xiang Mo, who was in cultivation, was like a male lion exuding a murderous aura, silently dormant and asleep, the energy in his body turned into a strange spiral and couldn't help churning outward, and the slightest strange aura came out on the surface, emitting a hideous roar into his ears, like a demon from the Nine Hells.

The nearest few people in the vicinity stepped back in a hurry, and even the people behind them involuntarily fell backwards, and soon pushed them to the wall.

Especially relying on the recent public game, at this time he is facing the greatest pressure among them, although his cultivation is only one step away from reaching the Gathering Circle, but this step is as difficult to cross as a moat, and such a realm suppression is even more deeply touched.

Now he was hit by the breath again, and most of the true qi was consumed by the full force just now, and he was rushed by the breath on Mo's body, and suddenly a mouthful of hot blood spurted out of his throat, and the person took a few steps backwards, and finally was pressed against the wall, almost choking.