I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

Yang Hao didn't look in her direction, but looked at a valley on the north side and said:

"Look over there, there seems to be danger, the gunfire is constant! The gathering has been magnified ten times, and it is too big!"

A gathering place that can carry [-] people is now about the same as a medium-sized city.

While speaking, the speed stretched to the limit and quickly appeared in the sky.

Only then did I see two big monks with convenient shovels in the valley, dancing like the wind, attacking the three wild boars three meters high.

The wild boar has thick skin and flesh, and it is convenient for a shovel to fall on it, and it can wipe out a sliver of sparks.

The fangs are like a machete, reflecting the sunlight, dazzling and chilling.

Ordinary people see it, they are directly provoked to kill, and they are reduced to food.

The strength of the two great monks is quite good, at least reaching the real Pill Condensation Realm, with a strength of more than [-].

Even if you can't cut the wild boar, you can at least hit it and fly, and you won't be helpless.

The two great monks flew up and down, and the shovels in their hands were like two burning gates, constantly attacking.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Huhuhu..."

"Ow, ooh, ooh..."

The three wild boars looked strong, but their bodies kept retreating, either their fangs were broken or their thighs were fractured, which was very miserable.

On the ground, there were more than a dozen corpses, trampled by wild boars in a mess, pierced through their intestines, and the dead could no longer die.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has killed! King Kong is angry!"

Seeing a wild boar with a broken front leg, kneeling on the ground, unable to move, one of the middle-aged monks placed one palm on his chest and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Immediately, the whole body glowed like a golden Buddha descending, and the handy shovel in his hand instantly turned golden, with a whistling wind, and fell down suddenly.

The speed is fast, like golden lightning, flashing by.

"Pfft!"

The incomparably strong wild boar, whose head was like a ball, was chopped off in an instant, blown more than ten meters away in the strong wind, and smashed onto the stone wall.

"Pfft!"

The fracture of the neck, like a powerful fountain, spews blood five meters high and scatters all over the ground.

The golden monk has already rushed to the next wild boar.

With such a method, Yang Hao and Tian Tian's eyes kept beating, and for the first time they felt the power of outsiders.

This kind of combat power is already comparable to Gu Qingyi, Fang Qingqing and others.

Of course it wasn't as good as Yang Hao, but it was much more powerful than the Pill Condensation Realm he saw outside Jinling City.

This is in line with the condensed pills in Yang Hao's mind, otherwise it is a decoration!

Compared with them, the fifth-level warriors in some gathering places are simply scum, and there is no comparison.

Similarly, the wild boar is also extraordinarily powerful, similar to the t6, but with fewer changes, but more concise.

Yang Hao could never imagine how they grew, let alone how they appeared on the earth.

Just like the two great monks, they suddenly appeared, so powerful.

As his mind turned, the battle below was over.

The three wild boars were all killed by the monk after the rampage. They were so cold and merciless.

Of course, showing mercy in battle is tantamount to courting death.

After the battle, they raised their heads, looked at Yang Hao and Tian Tian in the air, and immediately rushed up, floating in front of them.

An old monk, standing with one palm on his chest, his right hand is convenient for shoveling his back, and said solemnly:

"The two benefactors, where did they come from?"

The voice is rich, full of texture, full of confidence, and vigorous.

In terms of strength alone, he is still above the middle-aged man next to him, so he doesn't look like an old man no matter what.

Chapter 350 God has the virtue of a good life, don't blame the poor monk...

The two monks flew into the sky, and the ordinary people below found that there were two more flying birdmen in the sky.

One by one, they were amazed, wondering if it was other strange creatures that brought them to kill.

One of them, a meticulous middle-aged man in military uniform, strode under Yang Hao and asked in a sullen mood:

"Are the two of you humans, or other creatures? This is a gathering place for humans. If humans come, we will welcome you with our hands."

He didn't say what he said later, but in fact it was enough to show that if it wasn't for human beings, it would be shouted and killed!

Before Yang Hao could speak, Tian Tian, ​​the little sister, had already rushed three meters in front of the big monk, shook his head and said:

"I said, great monk, is there something wrong with your eyes? Don't you know how to look? I'm a woman who is just a fake! Wings are transformed by supernatural powers, do you understand?"

Deli is a scolding, as if people must know.