Ma Qiangang activated the turbo true qi supercharger, and it seemed that there was an "external dantian" in his body.

When he sent the true qi of the alien tendon meridian into it, he immediately sensed that his true qi was twice, twice, three times... until the increase of eight times.

But he instantly lowered the eight-fold boost.

Because the Tianwu system prompts that the maximum increase of eight times is possible, he can maintain it for seven seconds!

"The true qi is three times boosted, and the battle lasts for twenty minutes, which should be enough to deal with this battle."

Facing Ma Xiaoling's eighteen black dragon skills, Ma Qiangang's moves were useless, just a straight punch with a deep force.

In an instant, Ma Xiaoling seemed to see the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex pounced on him, cruel and domineering, arrogant and unreasonable.

In an instant, Ma Xiaoling was shocked to find that no matter how she changed her moves, she could only fight hard.

Ma Qiangang's simple punch was too fast, and she had no time to make any moves.

The young female martial artist could only activate the internal force in his body and fought a tough move with the little horse.

A dull sound of the puff!

Not only was Ma Xiaoling blown away by the whole body, but she was in the air and she was conscious.

A pillar of light descended from the sky, holding Ma Qiangang to prevent him from continuing to take action and chasing Ma Xiaoling.

"Just one blow, this fierce woman kneels down?"

"She's too weak."

Ma Qiangang didn't know that he had the nickname of the Great Light Column Warrior in the last game. This game gave birth to this nickname even more "Turbo", and was tied with his two nicknames, the Blood Spray Warrior and the stretcher War God.

"Win another game!"

“This game is relatively easy.”

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

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

When Ma Qiangang left the competitive platform, the smart bracelet received a brand new ranking information, and he ranked 345!

After the seventh round of knockout round, there were only less than 400 contestants left, and Ma Qiangang's ranking was already very low.

The warriors participating in the competition have long been eliminated. "Little Rookie" like Ma Qiangang, who has just entered the realm of martial arts, is already the last person in the book among the remaining contestants.

In addition, Ma Qiangang's record is not particularly "obscure", and his ranking is considered "very well deserved".

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

When the little horse returned to the lounge, he saw Yang Xuanqian showing off his face and was chatting about Yang Jinguang. He couldn't help asking: "I won a little game, why is Xuanqian so excited? Are you involved in peripheral gambling?"

Yang Xuanqian said lightly with a arrogant look on his face: "I have broken through the twenty-level warrior."

Ma Qiangang smiled and patted Yang Xuanqian on the shoulder and said, "Come on! Try to become Wu Hao after the start of the next semester."

Yang Xuanqian was immediately blown away and he cursed angrily: "How can you not mock me?"

Ma Qiangang asked in surprise: "I am encouraging! How can you understand it as sarcasm?"

Yang Xuanqian said angrily: "If you say this, it is irony, and it is a illusion of malicious intentions."

The little ma'er spread her hands helplessly and said, "Then I wish you to surpass me next semester!"

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

Yang Xuangan was immediately hit harder!

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

After returning from heaven, Yang Xuangan asked himself about the distance between him and Ma Qiangang, but he was only two or three levels. If he worked a little harder, he would not be unable to catch up.

But before he could even wait for his magic power, Xiao Ma'er is now a level 5 martial arts hero.

How can I chase this?

These young men and women are familiar with Ma Qiangang and know their general strength. Even the proudest Yang Jinguang feels that he is incomparable to Ma Qiangang.

Even Neilheit, who aims at his teacher and Ye Tianchan, is willing to give up the pony.

Dilly's mood is more complicated. In fact, among these people, she has the most distant relationship with Ma Qiangang. Neilhead is also the best friend of Zhao Xingqiao!

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

Ma Qiangang didn't want to hit Yang Xuan too hard. He laughed, changed the subject and said, "In the next round, my opponent is very strong. We may be going home in two days."

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

No matter how strong Ma Qiangang is, he is still a freshman. After all, how can he be in the right position of Wu Hao?

Yang Jinguang comforted Ma Qiangang and said, "It's already great to be able to fight here."

"Many high-level martial arts heroes may not be as high as you because of their bad luck."

Although Ma Qiangang did get to this point because of luck, he just didn't like to listen to this. He curled his lips and said, "You can also participate in the competition in the next session!"

"By the time, everyone should have already been Wu Hao."

Yang Xuan thrust his fat belly and laughed: "It's certain!"

Yang Xuangan had this confidence, but the rest were not there. Neilheit gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely participate in the competition with you."

Dilly thought about it, but simply said nothing.

Zhang Qinghuan thought about it but didn't dare to say anything. Although he knew that he was a supporting role that was about to be forgotten, he couldn't pretend like this.

It's really a bit small and high-end.

The most depressing thing is Aizen Sect, a level 8 warrior, who is participating in the Sky Martial Arts Conference?

Don’t be the next semester, it’s unlikely that he will become Wu Hao in the year of his senior year.

Aizen Sect estimated that he had to reach this level only when he was a graduate student, and it was also possible that he would be a doctorate, or simply a postdoctoral fellow.

Aizen Sect is still confident that he will be promoted to Wu Hao, 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 high, looking at a man with a yellow robe covered in his face.

The other party's momentum is too strong, and the breath changes like a storm, with a new realm every moment.

"You really don't plan to quit?"

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

"Although you are one step ahead of me and your martial arts cultivation is better than me, I am afraid it is impossible to defeat me before the police officers on Sky Island arrive."
Chapter completed!