"We don't need you to fight, we've already said that this time we'll watch you take on the guards alone. ”

At this time, Lao Lin Tou was still reluctant to talk to Qian Yang, and the others just nodded their heads in approval of Lao Lin Tou's words.

Qian Yang never imagined that the seventieth floor would be such a scene, and these people had obviously reached an agreement, just to see his jokes.

Qian Yang's heart was completely cold, he could understand others like this, but Lao Lin Tou shouldn't be! What are you trying to do? Can I beat the guards, you still don't know in your heart? What about the tacit understanding?

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

"I~we~保~证~不~move~手~!!" came a slow but extremely neat response from the crowd, as if they had practiced more than a dozen times beforehand.

Qian Yang was really panicked, and said in his heart that this is a dead death, what should I do?

After being silent for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "I want to take Senior Brother Pu to fight the guards, and I will talk about it when he comes!"

"No~guan~tie~, I~we~wait~wait~you~~~!" everyone replied intimately.

"Are you all elementary school students? Who taught you to talk like that!" Qian Yang spat out fiercely in his heart.

Coincidentally, before everyone's words fell, a guy in a red robe suddenly appeared at the scene.

"You discussed it, right?" Qian Yang glared at Pu Haobai.

"What are you discussing?" Senior Brother Pu was confused, but he couldn't care about these little things, and he only had one thing in his mind now.

"Fellow Daoist, take me to fight the guards! Pu is very grateful, if he is sent in the future, he will die in the next ten thousand years. ”

"Send a fart!" Qian Yang scolded in his heart.

Turning around and looking at the seventy pairs of eyes, Qian Yang felt that he had completely tricked himself this time.

"That's it! The cause of your own planting, no matter how bitter the fruit is, you have to chew and eat it!"

Qian Yang took one last look at the world with nostalgia, and resolutely walked towards the puppet guard not far ahead.

"Fight slowly, don't panic!" said softly behind him, as if he had a deep meaning.

"Huh?" Qian Yang turned around and glanced at the venerable Old Man Lin suspiciously, as if he had thought of something.

Old Lin Tou didn't speak anymore, but just gave him a smile that was really not good-looking.

Qian Yang narrowed his eyes, he saw a trace of cunning in the gaze of the old Lin Tou, and after the cunning, it seemed to be an ardent expectation of Jackie Chan.

Shaking his head, Qian Yang threw away those nonsense ideas, there is really no way out, let's see!

"Come on, little trash!"

Before the Qianyang people arrived, a taunt had already been struck. The puppet guards weren't used to him, and a few sword qi instantly enveloped his body. As soon as Qian Yang saw the direction of the sword qi attacking, he knew that there was no need to dodge, so he found the angle with the most sparse attack and bravely met it.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" Qian Yang was hit three times, and he didn't dare to ask for more for this number.

"Lean against the mountain!" Qian Yang's right shoulder slammed into it, knocking the puppet into a stumbling stumble, followed by another mountain crash.

The puppet was not idle after being hit twice in succession, and two sword qi slammed into Qian Yang's body.

Qian Yang ignored the pain on his body, he had already let it out, it was a big deal, two more hits were two, and when he was dying, he would give you a magic move, and finally blow himself up, and my trial would be considered for the benefit of the public.

Qian Yang and the puppet guards fought, and Pu Haobai was not idle, there is a big brother to help you fight the monster, so why don't you hurry up and output it?

To say that Pu Haobai's equipment is indeed ordinary, but he can't stand the many medicines of others, he has saved seventy layers of pills, and not a single guard has been beaten, even if some are consumed on the road, there is no pressure of supply at all.

Qian Yang's equipment really didn't have to be said, it took more than a dozen sword qi to show a trace of embarrassment, and his old fists also smashed the puppet into anger.

But the vitality of the guards is definitely not comparable to that of monks, and Qian Yang feels that he will really be almost the same if he takes a few more hits.

"Die, die!" Qian Yang was ready to amplify his moves, and he no longer bothered about the rewards in his pocket that would soon no longer belong to him.

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 ...... Rejuvenation Technique?" Qian Yang recognized the spell that fell on him at a glance.

"Fight slowly, don't panic!" the old Lin Tou's heavenly voice sounded. There was no doubt that the spell had come from him.

Qian Yang understood in an instant, and he was almost moved to tears: I see, it turns out that Mr. Lin hasn't abandoned me yet, and it turns out that I'm not fighting alone!

Qian Yangle was broken, the feeling of being in a desperate situation was really wonderful, and his gratitude to Teacher Lin was simply overflowing, so he shouted:

"What are you doing? I'll do it myself, I don't need you to treat me!"

Old Lin Tou pretended not to hear, who hasn't had a rebellious kid yet, just ignore him.

"Everyone, do it! Ignore that bastard boy!" said the old Lin Tou to the crowd.

"Okay!" everyone only looked at the old forest, and turned a blind eye to Qian Yang, and the attack from the sky smashed into the puppet guard.

"Hey, hey, you don't talk about credit! Didn't you say that you wouldn't fight if you were good? Why are you robbing me?" Qian Yang is called being cheap and selling well.

No one paid any attention to him.

Qian Yang was very happy in his heart, and secretly said Long live Teacher Lin, but his mouth was still cheap: "If you guys do this again......, I won't fight?"

Qian Yang said that he was about to retreat, but the puppet guards had been beaten by him so much, how could they easily let him go? In the crowd, two rejuvenation charms flew out at the same time and landed on Qian Yang's body one after another, causing his injuries to heal almost instantly.

"Don't do this, okay?" Qian Yang continued to carry forward the characteristics of the mouth, and at the same time smashed the puppet beautifully, this feeling of carrying several treatments with him was simply not too good. In a trance, Qian Yang seemed to remember a famous saying: T pull, milk is good, DPS jerks!

At this time, the battle situation was not like this, Qian Yang resisted the attack of the guards alone, and the five or six monks behind him always paid attention to his state, and when they saw that he had been hit a few times, they quickly threw the healing spells or talismans in their hands on his head, and there were several regiments of monks who only output, causing sparks to fly up and down the guard Zhou's body.

Looking at this situation, isn't this boss going to be pushed down so without danger?

Unfortunately, this isn't really a game, and the golem guard's aggro mechanic isn't that simple.

Qian Yang was fighting lively, but he didn't defend the guard, suddenly turned his gun, and released several sword qi into the crowd one after another, and a monk was killed on the spot without even screaming.

Qian Yang was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't you all fight!

No one can understand Qian Yang's crazy words, of course, even if they can understand, they will definitely not pay attention, you say that if you don't fight, you won't fight? What are you doing? Resist your weirdness!

The tragic death of that disciple naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the old Lin Tou, of course he knew that this guard was not so easy to fight, and there was a lot of moisture in what he said to everyone before. And make sure that half of them make it through alive? That is to say, the last time he beat the puppet guards, he didn't fight for a long time before it melted away, and his guarantee was a fart.

But now that it's hit, there's no way out for anyone.

"Don't panic, the chance of the guards attacking the others is very low, everyone hurry up and attack, and strive to kill the guards as soon as possible!" the old forest head shouted loudly to calm the army's heart.

His words were obviously much more effective than Qian Yang's, and the already very dense attack was once again intensified.

The disciples have nothing to reserve at this time, there is no doubt that this is the last guard they have beaten, they can use as much ability as they want, and when the spiritual power of the whole body plus all the spirit pills will be exhausted. Everyone's eyes were red, and they were in a hundred and twenty spirits, for fear that their output would be less, and they would suffer a loss when distributing.

It's also interesting to say, many of the disciples who participated in the trial had their own thoughts, and they were all separated along the way, who would have thought that in this case, they would make their hearts together for the first time.

For the sake of the common dream, the seventy disciples present poured their firepower into the puppet's body like their lives, including Qian Yang, who was not right-hearted.

Qian Yang's cheap mouth has never stopped, but he fights harder than anyone else, and he keeps moaning at the joints of the puppet with one punch. The puppet guards are not soft persimmons, and while focusing most of their energy on Qian Yang, they will secretly kill a disciple who is concentrating on output from time to time.

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

Qian Yang was so anxious, he really had the heart to use his supernatural powers to use a super attack just now, but he never dared to make a move. He knew that if he killed the undead guards with one blow, the battle would be completely over, and once he lost his combat power, the others would not be able to withstand the puppet's sword qi at all, and the end of the group would be destroyed in a few minutes.

As the battle progressed, Qian Yang's physical exertion increased. Without enough physical strength, even if he wanted to use his supernatural powers, he wouldn't be able to deal much damage. Qian Yang had no choice but to maintain the status quo, hoping that he could kill the guards before they died.

The house leak happened to rain overnight!

A monk suddenly shouted, "I have no spiritual power!"

"Retreat and reply!" replied with a frown.

The monk ran away and meditated. But when he shouted, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and more than a dozen monks were in a hurry one after another, and they had to temporarily withdraw from the battle.

By this time, more than 20 people had been attacked and killed by the guards, and more than a dozen people had withdrawn at this time, and the original lineup of 70 people had only half of them still fighting in just half an hour.

And that's just the beginning.

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