This martial saint is too generous

The mouth is clean, the fingertips are strong, the pupils are bright, and the expression is disgusting.

Qin Jinyang is exactly like a normal person.

"You...you are not affected?" Tong Zhimang's head was ruthlessly pushed away, his expression was stunned and unbelievable.

How could an ordinary person be safe and sound when the evil spirit entered his body?

Could it be a warrior?

No, not a warrior.

The opponent does not have any characteristics of a warrior.

Tong Zhimang has experienced hundreds of battles and is confident that he cannot admit his mistakes.

In fact, it was not that Qin Jinyang had no feelings, but the true energy in his body was too pure and strong. As soon as the opponent's evil energy penetrated, it was completely dissolved, almost in the blink of an eye.

Coupled with the pungent bad breath, Qin Jinyang attributed his dizziness to the stench and did not doubt that it was true energy.

"I heard that you haven't slept in ten years? Is sleeping powder really useless to you?"

Qin Jinyang lifted a cloth bag from his feet.

Inside was a bag full of hypnotic powder, which was a gift from the execution hall before leaving.

The villa does not simply care about the life or death of ordinary people. If you are in danger in the prison car, you can sprinkle powder to defend yourself.

Tong Zhimang is afraid of sleeping and will immediately hold his breath to resist the drug powder. Maybe he can deal with it for a while.

Of course, this is not just to be kind to you and save costs. In order to deal with Tong Zhimang, the execution hall obtained a large amount of medicinal powder. Now that people go to the government, it is useless to keep the medicinal powder. It is always cheaper than a human life.

Qin Jinyang had already taken the antidote before getting in the car, otherwise he would have thrown it out and fallen asleep first.

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[Tip: The strong man in front of you has been deprived of sleep for a long time. Are you willing to give him a deep sleep? 】

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"Humph, I...ahem..."

Tong Zhimang was going to introduce a few sentences about his past. In fact, it was a lie that he had not slept for ten years. Every time he went to sleep, he would find a deserted place.

In order to intimidate Qin Jinyang, he planned to talk about the misery of those who were killed by him. The reason why the little beast was not frightened may be because he was not aware of his own terror.

Although the evil spirit is strong, it also requires the opponent to be timid and fearful.

But before he could say a word, Qin Jinyang threw a ball of sleeping powder over him without any regard for martial ethics.

Damn the smell.

Tong Zhimang circulates his true energy and immediately seals the seven orifices to prevent the medicinal powder from entering the body.

Faced with this level of powdering, Tong Zhimang didn't even need to faint.

"Eh... you don't look good. Are you holding your breath..." Qin Jinyang stared at Tong Zhimang, his eyes full of curiosity and innocence.

Wow!

Tong Zhimang shook the chain and his liver ached with anger.

You little beast, asking questions knowingly and pretending to be a curious baby is disgusting.

"Senior brother said that you would faint yourself in order not to sleep. Is this true?"

Wow!

Qin Jinyang sprinkled out another handful of medicinal powder: "Let me see if one faints." This time his expression was serious again.

Woohoo!

Tong Zhi's lungs were about to explode with anger.

Little beast, what do you think I am? Street performer?

Why should I perform for you?

"The powder can't be fake!"

Qin Jinyang said while throwing out another handful.

Tong Zhimang gritted his teeth, but he did not speak, he just resisted the medicine powder entering his body.

Ordinary people are just ordinary people.

Although the medicinal powder was spilled, most of it was wasted and could not enter the mouth and nose at all. Tong Zhimang was not as vigilant as before.

Wow!

Qin Jinyang spread it out again.

He accidentally glanced at Tong Zhimang's nostrils.

Under the method of Chen Yang Gong, some of the medicinal powder actually went in, but Tong Zhimang didn't notice it at all.

But this small dose is not enough for Tong Zhimang to sleep.

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"Do you have a son?"

Uh-huh!

A handful of medicinal powder.

"Did you ever go to a brothel during your escape?"

Uh-huh!

Another handful of powder.

"A gangster like you, will you get money for going to a brothel?"

Uh-huh!

"Among the nearby counties and towns, which courtesan is more beautiful? Let me help my friend find out!"

"Is your father your biological father? Have you ever doubted your uncle Wang next door?"

"Did anyone rob the prison on the way?"

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Qin Jinyang's words were erratic, as if he was a chatterbox, looking for topics endlessly.

At the same time, the medicinal powder was continuously sprinkled over.

His behavior seemed more like he kept spraying medicine out of fear.

Tong Zhimang was diverted by the topic, and his vigilance against the medicinal powder was also reduced. The other party was just an ordinary person, so there was no need to concentrate. After all, he was already at the end of his strength.

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The process of rushing is boring.

Unconsciously, the carriage entered a jungle, and the chirping of birds made people feel a little restless.

Qin Jinyang held a handful of medicinal powder in his hand, seemingly casually.

The medicine powder in the medicine bag has also bottomed out.

"This level of bird chirping should be able to cover up our conversation..."

Qin Jinyang's expression suddenly became serious.

Tong Zhimang didn't care about Qin Jinyang's expression.

He was waiting for the damn medicine powder to be used up. Once there was no interference from the medicine powder, he would hold back a breath of evil breath and spit it out to shut up the little beast completely. It would be better to scare him to stop his heartbeat.

The birdsong became more and more noisy.

Qin Jinyang took a deep breath and suddenly threw out the powder in his hand.

This time, a large amount of medicinal powder condensed into a thread and directly reached the depths of Tong Zhimang's nasal cavity, running rampant at an astonishing speed.

Tong Zhimang looked shocked.

what's the situation.

What happened to the sudden medicinal powder?

Due to his constant interference and the introduction of trace amounts of medicinal powder into his body, he was negligent and his defensive will had been 80% lost, but he did not realize it.

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"Tell me, senior brother, it's normal for people to commit crimes!"

At this time, someone outside pulled the cloth in his hand, and Qin Jinyang replied in a weak voice.

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Plop!

In the carriage, Tong Zhimang slowly closed his eyes and his head hung heavily.

The effect of the medicine spread, and he fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

"Because I was afraid of talking in my sleep, I didn't sleep for ten years. Is it such an exaggeration? Fortunately, I didn't snore!"

Qin Jinyang leaned over and looked at Tong Zhimang carefully.

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[The strong man in front of you sleeps sweetly, and you will be rewarded with 5 potential points. 】

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"There are actually 5 points. This task is difficult enough!"

"Let me just say, you can always trust hidden weapons. Without Chen Yang Kung, this guy will definitely not sleep!"

Qin Jinyang confirmed his thoughts.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Tong Zhimang remained motionless and muttered to himself.

The sound is so low that you can only hear it clearly by pressing it against your ear.

"I am your ancestor, recite the bad boxing technique to me again!"

Qin Jinyang issued the order.

"The ancestors are on top, and the unworthy descendants will recite it now... The mountain position is determined, the performance is from the ninth, the virtual pulse is moving seven..."

Tong Zhimang muttered something that was unclear at first, but after listening carefully, he found that it was indeed martial arts.

"Huh...this trip was not in vain..."

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The jungle is very long.

The chirping of birds is endless.

Unknowingly, Tong Zhimang recited the entire bad fist.

Qin Jinyang would definitely not be able to learn it on the spot, and even a genius would not be able to master it after listening to it only once.

But human potential is unlimited. As long as you are attentive enough and work hard enough, you can always create miracles: "System!"

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[Getting started with "Bad Fist" requires 15 potential points. Do you want to add more points? 】

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Damn it!

All the rewards along the way have been paid for.

Qin Jinyang muttered, but this also proved the horror of bad punches.