This Martial Saint is too generous.

Chapter 18 Deep Sleep, Getting Started with Bad Fist

His teeth are clean, his fingertips are strong, his pupils are bright, and his expression is disgusted.

Qin Jinyang is exactly like a normal person.

"You...you are not affected?" Tong Zhimang's head was ruthlessly pushed away, his expression was astonished and he couldn't believe it.

How can an ordinary person be safe and sound when the evil spirit enters the body.

Is it a warrior?
No, not warriors.

The opponent does not have any characteristics of a warrior.

Tong Zhimang has experienced many battles, and he is confident that he cannot admit his mistakes.

In fact, it's not that Qin Jinyang didn't feel it, it's just that the true energy in his body was too pure and strong, as soon as the opponent's evil spirit penetrated in, it was completely melted, almost in the blink of an eye.

Coupled with the pungent bad breath, Qin Jinyang attributed the dizziness to the stench, and never suspected that it was genuine anger.

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

Qin Jinyang lifted a cloth bag from under his feet.

Inside was a bag full of hypnotic powder, which was a gift from Xingtang before he left.

The villa doesn't just ignore the life and death of ordinary people. If you encounter danger in the prison car, you can sprinkle powder for defense.

Tong Zhimang was afraid of sleeping, so he would immediately hold his breath against the medicine powder, maybe he could deal with it for a while.

Of course, it's not about being kind to you and saving costs. In order to deal with Tong Zhimang, the punishment hall bought a lot of medicine powder. Now that people go to the government, it's useless to keep the medicine powder. It's cheaper than a human life.

Qin Jinyang had already taken the antidote before getting into the car, otherwise he would have fallen asleep first if he threw it out.

……

[Hint: The strong man in front of you has been lacking in sleep for a long time, would you like to give him a deep sleep? 】

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"Hmph, I...cough cough..."

Tong Zhimang was about to introduce a few words about his past, but in fact it was a lie that he hadn't slept for ten years, every time he slept, he would find a deserted place.

In order to intimidate Qin Jinyang, he planned to tell how miserable the people he killed were. The reason why the little beast was not frightened was probably because he didn't know 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 didn't talk about martial arts, so he directly sprinkled a ball of sleeping aid powder.

Damn smell.

Tong Zhimang circulated his true qi, and immediately blocked the seven orifices to prevent the medicine powder from entering the body.

Faced with this level of dusting, 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 were full of curiosity and innocence.

Whoa!
Tong Zhimang shook the chain, his liver ached from anger.

You little bastard, you know what you're asking, pretending to be a curious baby, it's disgusting.

"Brother said, you will faint yourself in order not to sleep, is it true or not?"

Whoa!

Qin Jinyang sprinkled out another handful of powder: "Let me see if you get dizzy." This time his expression was serious again.

Woohoo!

Tong Zhi's python lungs will be blown up.

Little bastard, what do you think I am?Is it a street performer?

Why should I perform for you.

"The medicine powder can't be fake!"

Qin Jinyang said while throwing out a handful.

Tong Zhimang gritted his teeth, but he didn't speak, just resisting the medicine powder entering his body.

Ordinary people are ordinary people.

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

Whoa!

Qin Jinyang threw it out again.

He inadvertently glanced at Tong Zhipyg's two nostrils.

Under Chen Yanggong's means, some of the medicine powder actually went in, but Tong Zhimang didn't notice it at all.

But this little dose is not enough for Tong Zhipyg to sleep.

……

"Do you have a son?"

Swish!
A handful of powder.

"Did you go to the brothel during your escape?"

Swish!
Another handful of powder.

"You kind of gangster, will you give me money when you go to the brothel?"

Swish!
"Which of the nearby counties and towns has the most beautiful oiran in Goulan, let me find out for my friend!"

"Is your father your own father? Have you ever doubted your neighbor's uncle Wang?"

"Is there anyone robbing the prison on the way?"

……

Qin Jinyang's speech escaped like a chatterbox, looking for topics endlessly.

At the same time, the powder continued to be sprinkled over.

His behavior looked more like he kept spraying medicine because of fear.

Tong Zhimang was distracted by the topic, and his vigilance against the 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 battle.

……

The journey is boring.

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

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

The medicine powder in the medicine bag also ran out.

"This level of bird calls should be able to cover 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 run out, and once there was no interference from the medicine powder, he would hold back a breath of evil breath and let the little beast shut up completely, it would be best to scare the heart to stop.

The birdsong became louder and louder.

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, which directly reached the depths of Tongzhi Python's nasal cavity, rushing forward at an astonishing speed.

Tong Zhimang looked shocked.

what's the situation.

What happened to the sudden powder?

Due to his endless interference, coupled with the small amount of drug powder entering his body, he was negligent, and [-]% of his defensive will had been wiped out, but he didn't realize it.

……

"Report to senior brother, human offenders are normal!"

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

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Pfft!
In the carriage, Tong Zhibo slowly closed his eyes, his head drooping heavily.

The effect of the medicine spread, and he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

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

Qin Jinyang leaned over and looked at Tong Zhimang carefully.

……

[The strong man in front of you sleeps soundly, rewarding you with 5 potential points. 】

……

"There are actually 5 points, the difficulty of this task is high enough!"

"Let me just say, you can always trust in hidden weapons, without Chenyang Gong, this guy will definitely not sleep!"

Qin Jinyang affirmed his thinking.

"Woooooo... who are you..."

Tong Zhibo didn't move his body, muttering to himself at the corner of his mouth.

The voice is very low and can only be heard clearly by pressing against the ear.

"I am your ancestor, recite the bad boxing method for me!"

Qin Jinyang gave the order.

"The ancestors are above, and the unworthy descendants will recite it...The mountain position is fixed, the performance is from the nine, and the virtual pulse moves seven..."

Tong Zhimang muttered in his mouth, at first he heard it vaguely, but if he listened carefully, it was indeed the way of martial arts.

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

……

The jungle is very long.

Birds chirping endlessly.

Before he knew it, Tong Zhimang recited all the bad punches.

It is definitely impossible for Qin Jinyang to learn it on the spot, even if he is a genius, it is impossible to master it after listening to it once.

But people have unlimited potential, as long as they work hard enough, they can always create miracles: "system!"

……

[To get started with "Bad Fist", you need to consume 15 potential points, do you want to add points? 】

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Nima!

All the rewards along the way have been paid in.

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

(End of this chapter)