Just kidding, even if Qian Yang's brain is abnormal, he will not covet the little thing on the stall under the gaze of countless audiences.

Qian Yang honestly left sixty copper coins and took away the only four pills in the stall, and he didn't even look at the equipment next to him that seemed to be good.

Qian Yang had saved more than sixty copper coins with his fingers before, in order to wrap all the pills on the stall, and the equipment and everything were floating clouds, and only the pills were the last word in the labyrinth.

Both spiritual and physical strength were full, and his spirit was in an optimistic and healthy state, Qian Yang didn't dare to stay longer, so he stuffed something into both shoes in a big way, and patted his ass and walked towards the eleventh layer of the maze. His act of stuffing things was also expected, and it also caused a boo in a large hall.

The level guards in the cave are stronger than the other, and the reverse is certainly true, that is, the first few level guards are all small dishes. They couldn't withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of three hundred people no matter what, and the situation of more wolves and less meat would last at least to the thirtieth layer, so Qian Yang didn't dare to waste a little time at this time.

The style of the eleventh layer of the maze has obviously changed, and probably the person who designed the maze also felt that it was a bit inappropriate to put the cute little rabbit in such a deep and dark environment in the first ten floors, so they arranged a crystal clear new home for the gray mice entrenched in the eleventh to nineteenth floors.

The labyrinth's form has not changed, it is still a narrow passage made of brick and stone, but the bricks on the walls have been replaced with dazzling bright silver, which makes the loess on the floor even more unsightly.

Qian Yang didn't like the design of the maze on the eleventh to nineteenth floors, and he knew that his son Mo Ruomu ...... Well, not that. If there is a father, there must be a son...... It doesn't seem quite right. Anyway, through the design of these layers of mazes, Qian Yang knew that the person who built this maze must be a big piece of garbage that everyone hates.

Qian Yang had just walked a few steps, and suddenly his feet hurt sharply, and a big mouse with fangs drilled up from the ground, and obviously deliberately found the soles of his feet to drill up. Even through boots with some protective power, the heart-piercing itch is absolutely maddening.

Qian Yang jumped backwards, baring his teeth and glaring at the gray mouse, not to mention the boredom in his heart. This rat is just a small garbage in the middle of the first order, and it is stronger and limited than a rabbit, and Qian Yang needs three punches and two kicks at most to get it.

But the way this mouse appeared was too hateful, and then this nine-story maze was like this, and each mouse would give you a hard time on the soles of your feet when they appeared. The damage caused by each mouse is not big, but it can't stand much, Qian Yang knows very well that after walking through the nine-layer maze, the consumption of five or six healing pills is usually indispensable. If you don't want to use healing medicine, then you can only wrap a layer of spiritual power on your boots at all times, but in this way, the consumption of seven or eight Hui Ling Pills is even less cost-effective.

If you endure your injuries and die, or if you consume spiritual power but don't get back to it, you won't be able to deal with the guards on the twentieth floor in the best state, and it will definitely be a choice that outweighs the losses.

That's right, the main purpose of these layers of mazes is consumption, and the test is how the disciples can cope with this long process of exploration that is constantly consumed.

Since the test is consumption, then the Hidden Sword Gate must have blocked all the means for the trial disciples to escape consumption, but intentionally or unintentionally left some small bugs to reduce consumption, whether or not these bugs can be found can be regarded as an aspect of the Hidden Sword Gate assessment.

In this regard, Lao Lin Tou has some of his own methods, although the effect is not satisfactory, but it can still play some role.

His solution is actually very simple, which is to put things on the soles of his feet.

As for what to pad, it's hard to say. It is forbidden to use foreign objects in the labyrinth, so it is useless to prepare anything in advance, and the only way is to use what you get.

Some things are better defended against the soles of your feet, and some things don't even fit in at all. In contrast, among these layers, Fu Xiu will take advantage of some advantages, because things like Fu are quite competent to use as insoles, and of course the thicker the insoles, the better.

Qian Yang took a shortcut in the fifth layer of the labyrinth, so he really didn't save anything suitable on his body, and the only talisman suitable for stepping feet was only one, and the effect was very few.

Today's Qian Yang stepped on the golden talisman on his left foot, and stepped on five copper coins on his right foot, walking tiger and tiger, step by step, the mouse that gave him a bite in the gap of the copper coin was easily broken up by him, and he generously left another copper coin to make up for the gap between Qian Yang's toes.

Qian Yang doesn't care about this kind of thing, what he cares about is letting others see that he has a way to deal with consumption. It doesn't matter how effective it is, just let people know that he knows the maze anomalously. In this way, when he achieves surprising results, it is natural that someone will help him find a less surprising reason.

Rats are not difficult to deal with, and the damage they can cause is also numerous, and these layers of mazes Qian Yang is boring. Relying on the treasure chests and the gifts of rats along the way, he barely scraped together a negative number of equipment, and the few pills he occasionally obtained could only barely offset the consumption of the soles of his feet along the way.

Walking down the entire nine-layer maze, Qian Yang basically found nothing, and there were several layers of maze where he didn't go well, and he only found the entrance to the next layer after almost lighting up the entire map. This also caused Qian Yang to enter the twentieth layer of the cave, and the battle had been going on for a long time.

The terrain of this level is a wide valley with a faint mist in the valley. Qian Yang roughly observed the situation on the battlefield through the fog, and instantly found a suitable entry point, rushed over with a brisk walk, and slammed the mouse boss out with one shoulder, and at the same time unsurprisingly received a not so polite greeting from the old Lin Tou.

"You bastard!" Old Lin Tou saw that Qian Yang knocked the rat away, and he was really crazy with hatred in his heart.

It is said that Lao Lin Tou must be as efficient as ever in walking the maze, and when he reached the twentieth floor, there were only three people in the field. The people who participated in the trial would have learned about the situation in some caves from various channels, and the strength of this white rat was definitely not something that three or five people could fight, so the people who arrived first did not rush to make a move, but patiently waited for the arrival of the follow-up monks.

Lao Lin Tou is a legend in the sword test cave, and as soon as he arrived, he naturally took over the command generously. The white mouse is a dish in Lao Lintou's heart, and it will not bring him any pressure at all, but he is very clear about his positioning, he is just the guide of the Qingling Sect, and his responsibility is only to lead the disciples of the Qingling Sect to achieve better results, as for others, it has nothing to do with him. But since they participated in the trial together, they must leave some soup for others, and Lao Lin Tou is also familiar with this measure.

After waiting for a few Qingling Sect disciples to arrive, Lao Lin Tou looked at the more than thirty people in the field, and arranged tactics with a raised hand.

The strength of this white mouse is just like that, nothing surprising, the only thing that I hate is that it perfectly inherits and carries forward the fine traditions of the previous layers of rats, and likes to attack from the soles of the feet, which is really difficult to prevent.

The tactics arranged by the old forest head are not complicated, a group of six or seven people, each group forms a circle, once the white mouse attacks any person from the foot, the rest of his group will instantly surround the mouse, and pour all the firepower on the white mouse, as for the attacked, try to involve the mouse for a while, and if he can't hold on, he quickly retreats to the side of the hillside, releases the mouse back into the mountain forest, and then waits for its next attack.

When one group fights the rats, the rest of the group will not blush, stand by you, don't think about grabbing damage, and pray that the rats' next target is your group. In this way, who can do how much damage in the end depends entirely on who the rat is willing to attack, and it is left to fate, and no one should complain.

The method is very fair, the seven people of the Qingling Sect naturally formed a group, and the others also painted the scoop according to the gourd, and more than 30 people surrounded the five circles and spread evenly in the valley. Lao Lin Tou is worthy of being a master, there is no problem with the tactics, and the battle is also smooth, without any casualties. However, the skin of this rat is very thick, and a group of people have been grinding it for a long time, and they have not seen it show fatigue.

But after a long battle, the big guy slowly discovered a question: "Why is that stupid mouse always willing to attack the people of the Qingling Sect?"

There was no stupid person who could come here, and it was soon discovered that the probability of the rats attacking the Qingling Sect group was much greater than that of others, so the damage caused by the Qingling Sect people was naturally a big step ahead of the others.

"Why is that?" the crowd wondered.

"Is where they stand?" more than one person came to this conclusion.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and when a certain round of output of the Qingling Sect is over, a group next to it directly grabs the position of the Qingling Sect.

The disciple of the Qingling Sect immediately quit, and he was about to step forward to theorize, but was stopped by Lao Lin Tou waving his hand, and he took the junior disciples directly to grab the position of the previous team. The big mouse was also willing to slap its face, and as soon as the Qingling Sect people stood in formation, it chased after the soles of its feet again.

The monks of that group were so angry that their faces were flushed, but the old Lin didn't bother to raise his eyes, how could his background be seen through by these juniors!

Lao Lin Tou is the brightest superstar on the field, and no one can stop him.

Except for Qian Yang.

Old Lin Tou's feet trembled, knowing that this time the mouse was coming for him, and immediately placed a shield under him, and then a thousand-year-old vine wrapped the two front legs of the mouse together.

When he entered the cave, he chose the spell jade slip, and at this time, he could only release a few not-so-decent spells, but the timing was just right. The surrounding Qingling Sect disciples also prepared to make a move when they saw the big white rat rushing straight out of the ground.

That's when the unexpected happened.

Qian Yang, who had just entered, saw the white mouse flying in the air at a glance, and his spiritual power climbed up from under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he reached his shoulder, and with a slap of almost all his physical strength, he collapsed directly on the snow-white belly of the mouse.

"Poof!"

The rat lost consciousness directly in the air and fell far into the encirclement of the other group. The monk of the group was stunned, and this is a good thing? Then all kinds of attacks fell on the helpless rat, and he killed him directly.

Lao Lin Tou looked at Qian Yang in the distance angrily, and couldn't even say anything scolding. The old Lin Tou, who has many years of trial experience, clearly knows that in the battle with the cave guards, the person who kills the guards last will receive a certain amount of bonus bonuses. Originally, the matter of pinching with a handle in his hand was stirred up by Qian Yang like this, and the kill reward was actually given out of thin air, and Lao Lin Tou really had the heart to kill Qian Yang at this time.

At the same time, in the main hall of the head of the Qingling Sect, there were more than one person who sprayed the spiritual tea in his mouth into a mist in the sky.