Resurrection of spiritual energy, starting a hundred times the physical potential

These few clamoring people were only the level of the newly ordained martial artists, and their strength was only two thousand pounds.

Zhang Cheng was already a martial artist in the late stages, and his strength reached nine thousand jin.

With a loud roar, it directly shocked everyone to the point that they were pale and the queen retreated, feeling as if their heads were split.

“Shout with me, do you have the strength?”

Zhang Chengling’s sharp eyes swept over those people, and no one dared to look at them.

It turned out that the gap between them and Zhang Cheng was not just a martial arts micro-seal.

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng’s gaze fell on Jiang Xiaolong’s body.

Jiang Xiaolong’s face was as usual.

Seven or eight people with the strength of the Sealed Martial Artist were all repulsed by their own roar, but Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to have no impact.

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng’s heart shook, secretly shocked.

The strength of this Jiang Xiaolong is not only as simple as being a martial artist.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to his roar.

“He also has at least the strength of the mid-level warrior!”

In the early days of the Sealed Martial Arts, the strength was only two thousand pounds.

To reach the middle stage of the warrior, the strength is at least 4,000 or more.

This is no longer a simple martial artist strength, and he is not a weak person among the sealed martial artists.

This strength is twice as strong as they had previously estimated.

What is this concept?

The person in front of him, the well-deserved first person of the younger generation in the East Lincheng, has no one to compare with.

Is not the middle of the title of martial artist, the million population of the East Lincheng City does not yet have one.

At the thought of this, Zhang Cheng was excited.

“Quick, go up and test your strength.”

He looked at Jiang Xiaolong’s gaze as if he were looking at a unique treasure.

Those few people also discovered Jiang Xiaolong’s abnormality, and immediately did not dare to explode the thorn, obediently standing aside.

“Quick!” Huang Na pushed Jiang Xiaolong in the back.

Cowering and shrinking was obviously not Jiang Xiaolong’s personality, and after a few steps, he came to the front of this million-level test strength machine.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Cheng reminded according to the custom: “You have five chances to punch, take the maximum value as your final score.” ”

Jiang Xiaolong nodded.

The next moment, his gaze became as sharp as a knife.

“A million-level machine can measure the upper limit of my power.”

His strength was like a calm lake that began to ripple, and a strong air machine penetrated his body.

Huang Na clenched her fists nervously, and at this moment, she felt the power of Jiang Xiaolong’s body like a volcano.

Zhang Cheng’s pupils shrunk, and he looked at Jiang Xiaolong’s back in horror.

This gas machine was no less than him.

“The late stage of the warrior! Late Warrior! He was actually the strength of the late warrior. ”

He shouted madly in his heart.

In the later period of the warrior, the force reached nine thousand pounds.

In the middle of any warrior, one punch can kill.

The rest of the people, at this moment, were also wide-eyed, looking in horror at Jiang Xiaolong, whose qi machine was rising steadily.

Closing his abdomen and chest, lunging out, Jiang Xiaolong punched out.

Pong….

With a loud noise, a number of 4000 instantly popped up above this million-level machine.

The numbers continue to soar!

5000……

6000……

9000……

In the end, the number was frozen at nine thousand three hundred and ten.

“Sizzle…”

“Sizzle…”

There was a sound of inhalation all around.

“Ah!” Huang Na was even more frightened and had a long mouth and a look of disbelief on her face.

It’s so ferocious!

This handsome-looking, kind-looking guy actually had such a terrifying power under his body.

“Nine thousand three hundred pounds, the strength of the late warrior!” One step further is the guru. ”

This fucking genius is just a bitch.

Eighteen-year-old warrior in his later years.

When most people are eighteen, it is good to have five hundred pounds of strength.

This is crazy!

“Nine thousand three hundred and ten, not bad!”

Jiang Xiaolong nodded slightly.

He remembered very clearly that when he tested last night, his base strength was only nine thousand one hundred and twenty-three.

After a night’s sleep, his strength naturally increased by one hundred and ninety pounds.

A hundred times the potential of the flesh, it is really terrifying.

For the average person, this little power even takes a year.

Crackle…

Jiang Xiaolong’s muscles and bones resounded into a string, and the terrible qi machine was like a fierce beast waking up from a deep sleep.

The next moment, a tiger shadow appeared on his body.

Theosophical Realm Boxing, Dragon Demon Quenching Body Skills!

“Theosophical Boxing!”

Zhang Cheng was shocked and almost bit off his tongue.

Theosophical Boxing, which was the symbol of the great master, actually appeared on the body of an eighteen-year-old teenager.

“Artistic Fist Technique!” Huang Na screamed out directly, completely frightened.

“Click…”

A few people next to him who had previously disobeyed Zhang Cheng to let Jiang Xiaolong go first saw the tiger shadow, and their bodies were shivering, and their teeth were constantly trembling, like falling into an ice cellar.

A few of them had actually been dissatisfied with a person who possessed the art of martial arts.

This is the old birthday star eating arsenic… It’s been a long time.