The strongest starting system

Chapter 35
"Congratulations." Zhao Wushuang nodded slightly, and it was his turn in the next moment, Shi Jiankai whispered in his ear: "If it really doesn't work, use martial arts, after all, face is not as important as this."

After saying that, he flipped the token in his hand, and Zhao Wushuang nodded and smiled noncommittally. It could be seen that Shi Jiankai was really advising him, but Zhao Wushuang didn't think he needed to be reduced to that kind of situation.

"Trash, I'd like to see how much you weigh." Liu Rui crossed his arms and looked at Zhao Wushuang coldly.

Standing in front of Zhan Shi, Zhao Wushuang looked at the countless large and small marks on it, he touched the dents on it, and an indescribable metallic feeling came over him.

"It should be some kind of metal." Zhao Wushuang raised his hand, but did not move while standing on it.

The deacon looked at Zhao Wushuang suspiciously, and asked, "Why didn't you start?"

"Why is he not moving?"

"I don't know, maybe I feel that I can't get the qualifications and lose confidence."

The people below were discussing a lot, they guessed that Zhao Wushuang's mocking of Liu Rui earlier was just a bluff, a real silver gun.

However, Liu Rui was even more disdainful. He began to think carefully about how to fix Zhao Wushuang.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something just now." Zhao Wushuang gave the deacon an apologetic smile.

Then he faced the battle stone, and slowly punched out. This punch was light and felt very weak. The fellow disciples below all stretched their necks, wanting to see if Zhao Wushuang could make a punch mark.

boom!
With a muffled sound, Zhao Wushuang's fist fell into the battle stone.

"What?" Liu Rui was stunned. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After seeing the fist submerged on the battle stone, he still couldn't recover.

Not only Liu Rui, but also Shi Jiankai, and even everyone present, never thought that someone who had never shown his face outside and had no impression of him could have such strength.

Didn't get a single fist?How deep is that?
The deacon was also taken aback for a moment, he hurried up to check, and when he saw the deacon coming, Zhao Wushuang drew his fist out of it.

A bumpy, very obvious mark was engraved on the battle stone. The deacon looked at the battle stone in front of him solemnly, then looked at Zhao Wushuang, touched the battle stone, and then began to count.

"Two feet nine?" The deacon roughly read the depth of Zhao Wushuang's fist mark.

"What? Two feet nine, isn't that comparable to senior brother Ye Mou?"

"Could it be that our Luo Tianzong is going to produce a second Yemou?"

Everyone was shocked, looking at Zhao Wushuang's expression has changed from ridicule to reverence, yes, this is a kind of reverence for the strong.

This is the case in the world of warriors, as long as you have the strength, you will become the object of expectation and respect of others.

Liu Rui froze in place. He found that although his half a foot deep was not far from Zhao Wushuang's two feet nine in value, only those who had actually tried it could understand how difficult it was.

"This trash has such strength?" Liu Rui began to resent. He hated Zhao Wushuang for secretly hiding his strength and humiliating himself.

"No." The deacon shook his head after accurate calculation, and then continued: "It's not two feet nine, but two points more than that."

"Wow!"

Everyone was amazed, that is to say, Zhao Wushuang's current strength has surpassed that of senior brother Ye Mou?

Liu Rui felt even more dizzy and dizzy. It was a little difficult for him to stabilize his figure, and he was so precarious that he almost fell to the ground.

Shi Jiankai was also dumbfounded, isn't Zhao Wushuang the fourth heaven of warriors?Could it be that it has transformed into this appearance in just two weeks?Or did he use martial arts secretly?

It is definitely impossible to use martial arts. After all, none of them have seen any traces of spiritual power flowing on Zhao Wushuang's body. This is pure physical power.

"This is your token." The deacon originally looked at all the inner disciples with a haughty look, but now he looked a little humble in front of Zhao Wushuang.

"En." Zhao Wushuang nodded, this is the treatment he should be able to enjoy, and this is also the treatment that the so-called genius can get.

Walking down the stage slowly, everyone gave way to Zhao Wushuang, but the target of his trip was Liu Rui.

Walking slowly in front of Liu Rui, Zhao Wushuang looked at his bewildered expression, slowly leaned into his ear, and said, "I said you're trash, do you have any objections now?"

Liu Rui was shocked, and wanted to say something, but Zhao Wushuang's aura had firmly suppressed him, making him open his mouth, unable to hold back a word for a long time, and sweating profusely.

Such an expression looks so ridiculous, the original aura of looking down on the world, but now he can only be a cowering puppy, lying on the ground.

Zhao Wushuang laughed so hard that he left directly, leaving others a lonely back.

It's just that no one dares to underestimate him now, because Zhao Wushuang has shown his pride in front of them.

Liu Rui fell to the ground all of a sudden, lost his mind, and muttered incessantly: "I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you."

"I seem to know him!" At this time, an inner disciple exclaimed in the crowd.

"what do you know?"

"Looking at his appearance, I seem to have a certain impression in my mind." The inner disciple showed a thoughtful look, and then suddenly said in shock: "He is a good-for-nothing who was famous in the outer sect before, Zhao Wushuang."

"what?!"

This sentence exploded like a bomb in the crowd. Although Zhao Wushuang's name is not known to everyone, most people have heard of it, because his level of waste is not only from the outer sect, but also from the entire Luo Tianzong. It's famous.

However, this piece of trash has actually played to such an extent?If he's trash, what are they?
"I remember correctly, he just looked like this, but his eyes didn't seem to be this color at the time, and there was no rune on his forehead." The inner disciple said.

The news was shocking enough, and this was also the first time Zhao Wushuang became famous among the disciples of the inner sect. What he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

One of the courtyards in the living area of ​​inner disciples

Hou Shu pushed the door open in a hurry, staggered and almost fell to the ground, he scrambled and scrambled to half-kneel on the ground, and said anxiously: "Brother Mou, something serious happened."

"You are a martial artist in the seventh heaven, what do you look like in a panic, has the sky collapsed?" Ye Mou was closing his eyes and meditating at this time, and felt a little displeased after being interrupted.

"It's not Brother Mou. There's news from Zhanshi that someone has broken your record on it." Hou Shu panicked.

"Break it, it's broken. It's just a random punch I made when I was in the Ninth Heaven of Warriors. Why panic?" Ye Mou seemed indifferent, and his pursuit of fame and fortune was not high.

"But Brother Mou, I heard that the person who broke the record was Zhao Wushuang!"

"What?" With a bang, the chair under Ye Mou's seat shattered, and he came to Hou Shu like a ghost, grabbed his collar and lifted it up, and asked with a gloomy expression, "Say it again? "

(End of this chapter)