Ma Qiangang started the turbo real gas supercharger, and there seemed to be an extra "external dantian" in his body.

When he sent the True Qi of the Alien Tendon Sutra into it, he immediately sensed that his True Qi was doubled, doubled, and tripled...... Up to an eightfold increase.

But he instantly lowered the eightfold boost.

Because the Tianwu system prompted, the highest eight-fold increase, he could - maintain it for seven seconds!

"True Qi is triple pressurized, and the battle time lasts for twenty minutes, which should be enough to deal with this battle. ”

In the face of Ma Xiaoling's black dragon eighteen hands, Ma Qiangang had no use for any tricks, it was a straight punch that returned to the basics and made a deep move.

Ma Xiaoling was in an instant, as if she saw the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex pounce on her, fierce and domineering, arrogant and unreasonable.

Ma Xiaoling was shocked to find that no matter how she changed her moves, she had only one way to fight hard.

Ma Qiangang's unpretentious punch was so fast that she didn't have time to change her moves.

This young female martial artist can only urge the internal force of her whole body and fight hard with the pony.

A muffled sound of Peng!

Ma Xiaoling was not only blown out of the air, but also lost consciousness in mid-air.

A pillar of light descended from the sky, froze Ma Qiangang, and prevented him from continuing to attack and pursue Ma Xiaoling.

"Just one blow, this fierce woman knelt?"

"She's too weak to stand through the wind. ”

Ma Qiangang didn't know that he had the nickname of the Great Pillar of Light Warrior in the last game. This scene has spawned this nickname to be more "strong", alongside his two nicknames of Vampoot and Stretcher God of War.

"Another win!"

"It's a relatively easy one. ”

When the mechanical beast rushed into the field and carried Ma Xiaoling out, the electronic referee announced that Ma Qiangang had won.

After this competition, all the warriors have their own rankings.

Ma Qiangang left the arena, and the smart bracelet received a new ranking information, and he ranked three hundred and forty-five!

After the seventh round of elimination, there are less than 400 contestants left, and Ma Qiangang's ranking is already very low.

The martial artists who participated in the competition have long been eliminated, and Ma Qiangang, a "rookie" who has just entered the realm of martial arts, is already the bottom of the remaining contestants.

In addition, Ma Qiangang's record is not particularly "eye-catching", and the ranking is "well deserved".

Ma Qiangang doesn't care about this kind of ranking, he is just a freshman, and being able to get this kind of ranking is already a record.

Xiao Ma returned to the lounge, but saw Yang Xuanqian's face was stinging, and he was chattering about Yang Jinguang, he couldn't help but ask: "I won a small game, why is Xuanqian so excited?

Yang Xuanqian's face was arrogant, and he said lightly: "I have broken through the twentieth level martial artist." ”

Ma Qiangang patted Yang Xuanqian's shoulder with a smile and said, "Come on! Strive to become a martial artist at the beginning of the next semester." ”

Yang Xuanqian was immediately dissipated by the arrogance of the blow, and scolded angrily: "Can you still not sarcastically mock me?"

Ma Qiangang was surprised and asked, "How can you understand it as sarcasm?"

Yang Xuanqian said angrily: "When these words come out of your mouth, it is sarcasm, and it is sarcasm with bad intentions. ”

The pony spread her hands helplessly and said, "Then I wish you to surpass me next semester!"

Yang Jinguang, Neil Haidt, and Dilis said almost in unison: "How is that possible?"

Yang Xuanqian was suddenly hit even harder!

He himself felt that this was unlikely, Ma Qiangang was too perverted.

Coming back from the Heavenly Realm, Yang Xuanqian asked himself that the distance between him and Ma Qiangang was only two or three levels, and with a little effort, it was not impossible to catch up.

But before he could wait for his mana, Xiao Ma was now a fifth-level martial artist.

How can you chase this?

These young men and women are familiar with Ma Qiangang and know his general strength, even the proudest Yang Jinguang feels that he is not comparable to Ma Qiangang.

Even Neil Haidt, who aimed at his teacher and Ye Tiancicada, was willing to bow down to the pony.

Di Lisi's mood is more complicated, she is actually the most estranged from Ma Qiangang among these people, and Neil Hait is still best friends with Zhao Xingqiao!

But she still followed Ma Qiangang to the Sky Martial Arts Conference.

Ma Qiangang didn't want to hit Yang Xuanqian too hard, so he smiled, changed the topic, and said: "In the next round, my opponent is very strong, there should be two more days, and we may have to go home." ”

Yang Jinguang sighed, he had already checked the schedule, and Ma Qiangang's opponent in the next game was a martial saint with a mysterious origin and unfathomable strength.

No matter how strong Ma Qiangang's strength is, after all, he is only a freshman student, how can he be right with the martial saint when he first enters the realm of martial arts?

Yang Jinguang comforted Ma Qiangang and said: "It's already very good to be able to fight here." ”

"Many high-level martial artists, because of bad luck, may not be as high as you. ”

Although Ma Qiangang was indeed able to get to this point because of luck, he just didn't like to hear this, he pursed his lips and said, "Next time, you guys will also come to compete!"

"By then, everyone should already be a martial artist. ”

Yang Xuanqian straightened his fat belly and said with a smile: "It's inevitable!"

Yang Xuanqian had this confidence, but the rest didn't, Neil Haiter gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely compete with you." ”

Dilis thought about it, but simply didn't say anything.

Zhang Qinghuan thought about it, but he didn't dare to say anything, although he knew that he was a supporting role that was about to be forgotten, but this kind of coercion really couldn't be pretended.

It's a bit of a small high-end.

The most depressing is the Blue Dye Sect, he is an eighth-level martial artist, what kind of ghost is he participating in the Sky Martial Arts Conference?

Don't next semester, the year he graduated from his senior year, it is unlikely that he will become a martial artist.

The Blue Dye Sect estimated that he had to wait until he was a graduate student to hope to be promoted to this realm, and it was possible to ...... It's a Ph.D., or simply a postdoc.

The Blue Dye Sect is still confident that it will be promoted to Wuhao, but it is difficult to grasp the number of years.

While several teenagers were chatting, Ma Qiangang's opponent in the next competition was floating in the air, with a nervous face, looking at a person in a yellow robe who even covered his face.

The momentum of the other party is too strong, and the change of breath is like a storm, and every moment has a new realm.

"You're really not going to quit?"

Zhan Xingyou gritted his teeth and shouted: "I am a dignified martial saint, why should I admit defeat to a child?"

"Although you are one step ahead of me, and the martial arts cultivator is victorious against me, if you want to defeat me before the security personnel of Sky Island arrive, I am afraid that it will never be possible. ”

The yellow-robed man smiled faintly and said, "The police and security personnel will never come to disturb this discussion." ”