Chapter 1516 Human Stock (Twenty)

Such requests are indeed relatively rare.

With several senior reviewers and one impatient guest, is there any better scientific research atmosphere than this?

Fu Qian admired in his heart, and there was a symphony with the sound of slaps on Mr. Aike's body for a while.

The person involved was completely over-concerned. How could he be polite after the test plan was clarified.

The arm was waved continuously, the long scarlet shadow flickered, and even the thoughts that Sir Eco wanted to express at the first moment were withdrawn.

"Is it effective?"

This guy is so rude and has no worries about retaliation afterwards.

This excessive wantonness even caused quite a shock to the guests present.

So much so that after the Tyrant's Fist reached a double-digit combo, Mr. Jin Ning on the side finally couldn't help but speak, and forcibly interrupted with his thoughts.

He was quite considerate before dealing with this, so he stopped almost immediately.

"There is...the mind is becoming unstable. It is different from the general mental shock, and it feels like the body is being damaged."

Eco, who finally got a chance to breathe, answered with the same complex tone as the look he looked at Fu Qian.

After all, he has a demigod physique. Without the long whip with the bonus of thorns and needles, the physical trauma is almost negligible.

However, the obviously twinkling eyes also showed that what Eco said was true, and the mental damage was much more intense.

"That's good."

Unfortunately, by this time, Fu Qian had already transformed into a ruthless academic worker, and his response was met with praise.

"It seems that what I said next is going to be the same as before, please, Your Excellency."

Even the next moment he turned around and continued to talk to Jin Ning.

The fact that he can still make complex expressions undoubtedly shows that the degree of devastation is not enough.

"……good."

He even paused for a moment before realizing that Fu Qian was referring to helping weaken mental resistance.

Faced with this overly professional testing attitude, Yan Ning was silent for a moment and finally said nothing more.

After all, the team next to him was the talker, and his attitude was already quite clear.

"There are no changes at the moment, so hurry up."

Li He, who had watched the whole process, had already reported the results of the preliminary test and firmly expressed his support.

"There will be a certain degree of discomfort, please bear with it."

Following the instructions, Yan Ning didn't waste any more time. She curled her palms into a tube shape and put it against her mouth, and took a deep breath.

This action was undoubtedly very special, and for a while everyone watched with great interest the scene that looked like blowing darts.

call!

The next moment, something actually blew out from there.

Slender, curly, almost transparent.

It looks more like a small snake than a blowing needle.

And since it was too close, the not-so-sharp head had already bumped into Eco.

It is more moisturizing and silent than the whip of the Tyrant's Fist. The snake needle is already integrated into the skin the moment it touches the skin, leaving no trace at all.

this……

At that moment, Eco, who was obviously mentally prepared, even had a trace of doubt on his face.

Fu Qian's understanding of this is that the effect seems to be different from what she imagined.

Because at a glance, the puzzled expression was even more lively than before, and there was no sign of weakness at all.

ah--

However, if you always trust professionals before paying, how can you have doubts because of a mere appearance.

Lord Eco didn't even have time to say anything more. He was hit by the Tyrant's Fist again and screamed almost simultaneously.

…

The slightly gloomy performance in comparison is certainly not due to increased strength.

As a professional, controlling variables is the most basic quality.

Before paying, he was confident that under his control, the error between the first draw and this draw would not exceed 0.5%.

This contrast is of course due to the help of Your Excellency Jin Ning.

Even judging from the feedback, Fu Qian, who is quite experienced in this field, has somewhat understood the effect of the blowing needle - what Mr. Jin Ning did was not to weaken the resistance, but to increase the sensitivity.

Similar to Eco, whose senses were suddenly overclocked and hit by that attack, the mental destruction caused by the Tyrant's Fist was significantly amplified.

This is why she looked more energetic after being attacked.

I have to say that although this move is not so subtle when activated, it is quite suitable for Miss Wen's ability.

Naturally imagining the combined attack scene of the snake needle and the beautiful girl Wanhua Mirror, Fu Qian kept whipping out one whip after another.

After all, as a demigod, after losing his temper under the initial impact, Eco quickly adjusted and quickly entered a quiet state of dementia.

The pressure brought by each stroke is obviously far greater than before, as if you can see the fragments of soul flying up.

In order to get the best effect, she did not change into other states, but remained flesh and blood.

However, at this moment, even the exposed skin was faintly emitting a strange luster, as if it was beginning to lose its original appearance.

"continue!"

But during this scene of the Passion of the Demigod, the voice from Mr. Li continued to sound cold, signaling that the soul whipping should not stop.

…

Although he tried his best to maintain it, it could still be heard that the old man was not happy.

As the team's radar, Fu Qian's lure plan still didn't seem to allow him to capture anything -

Just when Fu Qian responded to the call and swung another long whip with steady power, Mr. Li, who had just finished speaking, disappeared from the spot very smoothly.

As if transcending the concept of time, there were hundreds of them, each one like a real black gold arc sword, tearing apart the corner of the baby's room where Mr. Li appeared again in various postures at the same time.

Soldiers who, deception also.

The old man is worthy of being a learned man, and I would like to call him a sage of swordsmanship.

Although it happened in an instant, Fu Qian, who never gave up observing his movements, noticed this change immediately and expressed his heartfelt praise.

Of course Fu Qian didn't feel that he had successfully helped the old man gain something before he was whipped again.

From the end of the shout to the last move, the middle part was so smooth and smooth. The most likely explanation is that soldiers never tire of deceit.

Although I'm not sure whether the prey hiding in the dark can understand it, it was shouted to it.

When he spoke, the old man had probably grasped something, and was just using it to relax his vigilance as much as possible.

Of course, even with this method, there seems to be no gain.

Under the arc sword, it was so violent that it felt like even the covalent bond was about to be broken. However, there was no sign of a hit such as blood dripping on the intestines——

laugh!

Before the thought could be completed, between the shadows of the tumbling sword, a real golden light actually crossed the sky and penetrated into another corner opposite to the direction in which the old man jumped.

And with the ripple-like shaking, a brutal blood splashed out from the originally empty void.

It was only then that he could see clearly that the golden glow was actually a weapon held in the old man's other hand.

Pointed head, beak wing, behind it is a straight grip.

It's not so much a sword as it is a halberd with an exaggerated length.

As expected, he is worthy of the name of Sword Master!

At that moment, Fu Qian let out a heartfelt admiration. (End of chapter)