"Qin Yang is amazing, four tons, equivalent to the weight of four cars. He raises two cars with one hand... He is completely as fierce as a Hulk."

"It's so violent! Four tons, this is Superman!"

"I cried envy. If I had this strength, I could be Batman and defend the peace of the city as a hero. When I met someone who was not open, I grabbed a car and smashed it directly, and everything was solved."

"Is Qin Yang going to have a good start? Is he going to win the first championship?"

"Is Qin Yang doing what he said? He said he wanted to make trouble. He started making trouble in the first project."

...

Zhao Qinglong and Yun Bailing did not report as many events as Qinyang, and they have not participated in the competition now, so they both came to the scene to watch the Qinyang competition.

Seeing Qin Yang passing through the four wheels with a calm wind, Zhao Qinglong's face looked a little envious.

"This guy really doesn't know how to practice. His strength is really envious."

Yun Bailing sighed: "I can't be envious. Maybe you and I are geniuses, but he is a monster."

Zhao Qinglong agreed and said: "Yes, he is a monster. This word is used very accurately. This guy is not only good at practicing, but also doing other things. Not to mention entrepreneurship, he can be the top in the world when studying medicine and piano, and even acting can be the first in the box office... This guy lives an unreasonable life!"

Yun Bailing looked at the stage with eyes and asked casually: "Do you think he can win the championship?"

Zhao Qinglong glanced at Qin Yang, who was sitting in his position with a calm expression: "I think it's OK. Look at him, his expression was calm and he didn't look nervous. Obviously he still has the strength to do it. Isn't it nearly five tons to win the championship in the last time? I think he should be able to do it."

Yun Bailing murmured: "It's a good start, the first one. He may become famous this time and is famous all over the world."

Zhao Qinglong nodded and agreed: "Yes, Chinese practitioners have always been weak in weightlifting. Because of the innate nature of the practice method, it is difficult to defeat Western practitioners in this regard. However, Qin Yang, this guy who practices physical and qi, does have the ability to turn things around."

Yun Bailing nodded and suddenly whispered: "The fifth round has begun. Hey, I only added 500 kilograms this time. It seems that it is almost at your limit."

In the competition area, Magiev stood up and glanced behind him.

The originally bustling contestants area now has only six people left, and the most critical final battle is about to begin.

Magiev came on stage and successfully completed the weightlifting, but this time he could no longer see the ease he had before.

Magiev did not provoke Qin Yang any more, but instead looked at Qin Yang with a look of alertness.

Irving completed successfully, but the others lost in this round, and only Qin Yang was left.

Everyone was a little excited at this time. As long as Qin Yang could lift him up, he would enter the top three, and no matter how bad he was, he would be the third place.

During the live broadcast of the TV broadcast, the host's voice was also a bit higher: "The Olympic Games Weightlifting has always been a paradise for physical practice practitioners, but Qin Yang, who is so young this year, has reached the point. As long as he can complete this round of snatching, he can enter the top three. Although it is not a record-breaking, it has already made a good start for the Chinese team..."

"Okay, Qin Yang went on stage, bent down, grabbed the barbell, and tried... He exerted force! He lifted it up! Yes, he lifted it up! Hold on... Okay, Qin Yang completed the 4,500 kilogram snatch and successfully entered the top three!"

The audience was in full bloom, but at this time everyone's enthusiasm was improved.

The top three?

"We don't want the third place, we want a good start, we want a championship!"

"God makes trouble! Kill them!"

"Come on, great master!"

"champion!"

...

Magiev stared at Qin Yang with a cold and hard look, with a sharp look. Facing his aggressive gaze, Qin Yang smiled faintly.

The nervous sixth round began, and the barbell had risen to an astonishing five tons.

Magiev was the first to go to the stage. His face turned red as blood. The blue veins on his neck burst out and his veins all over his body bulged, like little snakes, and he seemed to be a devil-muscular person.

Although it was very difficult and seemed to fall down at any time, he finally took it.

Magiev put down the barbell and waved his arm hard. Obviously, he was also very satisfied with the fish's own results.

Irving walked onto the stage with a cold face. He tried hard to snatch it, but when he raised it above his head, his body tilted and the barbell fell off directly.

Failed!

Magiev's nervous face suddenly relaxed, he waved his fist vigorously, then turned his head and looked straight at Qin Yang.

"Can you lift it?"

Qin Yang smiled and looked as usual: "Let's try."

Magiev looked at the smile on Qin Yang's face, and felt a sense of nervousness for no reason.

I go, this kid can't lift it up, right?

That's five tons!

Five tons!

With Magiev's suspicious eyes, Qin Yang walked up to the platform, and then raised the barbell without any effort.

Magiev's eyes were almost protruding.

When Qin Yang walked off the platform, Magiev pointed at Qin Yang and said loudly: "This is impossible! How could you, a Qi practitioner, have such great power? You must have taken medicine or used secret techniques to stimulate physical potential, otherwise you would not be able to lift it up!"

Facing the excited Magiev, Qin Yang replied with a strange expression: "If I remember correctly, it seems that there is no regulation that the Bo Aohui will not use secret techniques to improve its strength. Secret techniques are originally a kind of strength, isn't it?"

Magiev's face froze because Qin Yang was telling the truth.

The Olympic Games does not prohibit the use of secret techniques to improve their strength, but they are not allowed to take medicine. Secret techniques are the skills you master, but medicines do not count.

Magiev gritted his teeth: "Don't think that only you will inspire potential secret techniques!"

Qin Yang shrugged: "Is the spirit explosion technique? You can try it."

Magiev glared at Qin Yang fiercely, then stood up and walked towards the platform again.

He has always regarded Kevin as his biggest opponent, on the one hand, for the championship and on the other hand, for revenge. However, now he finally won Kevin, but Qin Yang emerged!

He knew that his ability was about the ultimate power of more than 50,000 yuan. If he did not use the spirit explosion technique, he would basically not win Qin Yang. He was not even sure whether Qin Yang had used secret techniques to improve his strength now, but he subjectively believed that Qin Yang had used secret techniques. Otherwise, how could a Qi practitioner have such terrifying power?
Chapter completed!