Endless Breaking Limits, I am in Gaowu Heaven Rewards Hard Work

The two hundred kilograms of stone pillar was pulled up by Chen Yan so easily that Chen Yan himself was a little surprised.

Two hundred kilograms is far beyond his peers.

Hu Yuan can pull up two hundred kilograms because he is strong and his family has invested a lot, so he is among the top students in the class.

As for the general classmates, they all stay at about 120 kilograms.

With a bang.

Chen Yan put down the stone pillar and clenched his hands. His eyes became strange.

It seems...

He pulled this two hundred kilograms stone pillar hard, and his strength did not reach the limit...

How much strength did the two broken holy fruits give him?

Chen Yan groped in the dark and could vaguely see a larger stone pier next to him, on which were engraved the words [250 KG].

250 kilograms...

Try it!

Chen Yan took a deep breath, wiped some dry soil from the flower field next to the park with his hands, and then held the iron rod embedded in the 250-kilogram stone pier.

"Hmm!"

Chen Yan groaned, and blood instantly flowed from his neck to his jaw, and his legs used all their strength to encourage upwards.

Chi Chi Chi...

The sound of the huge stone pier rubbing against the ground sounded.

"Huh..." Chen Yan let go.

Failed.

But after using up all his strength, he could move.

This proved that Chen Yan's ultimate deadlift strength might not be too far from 250 kilograms.

That's enough.

It was simply a fantasy that such a big improvement could be achieved after a few days of training.

Now his strength may be more terrifying than Chen Yuhu, who has been flipping pots for years.

I just don't know if he can punch 160 kilograms.

Deadlifting 200 kilograms does not mean that one-handed punches can reach that much.

Skills and pure strength are completely different paths.

"I should be able to pass it." Chen Yan murmured.

Coming to the stone pillar marked with [100KG], Chen Yan continued to deadlift.

After testing his limit strength, he still has to exercise step by step.

Strength training is not like running. Generally, it can be done for an afternoon, and a night of practice is not enough for Chen Yan to condense another broken holy fruit.

If you do too much, your body will be too strained tomorrow and you will not be able to do other training.

"Hu...ha..."

Chen Yan began to use the 100-kilogram stone pillar for training. After less than ten weightliftings, his whole body was immediately soaked in sweat.

His heart was beating non-stop as if the power had increased, and the sour feeling instantly occupied both arms.

Chen Yan's attention shifted from the real world to the world of consciousness.

In the depths of the boundless universe, an orange light floated like a river and slowly sank into the roots of the Broken Saint Tree.

This orange light was far more brilliant and gorgeous than that brought by running.

After doing almost twenty deadlifts, new green grew on the branch that had originally grown the Broken Saint Fruit with the word [Power].

On the data panel, the line that had become [Broken Saint Fruit:

Power: (0/100)] suddenly changed.

[Broken Saint Fruit:

Power: (2/100)]

Chen Yan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, although the change in data would not affect the outside world.

But after seeing this change, it seemed that the strength training at this moment was not so tiring, and the body could feel the pleasure brought by the instant secretion of dopamine.

The appearance of the data was like setting a visible goal for Chen Yan.

Even though anaerobic exercise made him extremely painful, the excitement in his heart was real.

The exercise plan that was originally constructed in his mind seemed to disappear all at once. At this moment, Chen Yan was like a reckless man who would not stop until he was exhausted.

Bang!

The stone pier fell heavily to the ground.

As if all the strength in his body was drained, Chen Yan fell to the ground, and the pores of his body seemed to be opened, and sweat flowed down like a flood.

Rubbing his arms, Chen Yan spit out the sweat that flowed to his lips.

He still held back, leaving some spare strength, and began to massage his arms at this moment.

Rest for a while, continue, and do a few more sets.

[Broken Saint Fruit:

Strength: (4/100)]

Increased to four points, very good.

At this moment, around eleven o'clock in the evening, the night wind occasionally blew through the leaves in the park, making a rustling sound, and blew away the moisture on his body, leaving a cool feeling.

"I lost fifty again today. Hey, treat me, Li Ming, you must treat me!"

"Treat me, please

Guests, I will treat you all to a good drink the day after tomorrow."

Outside the park, two or three shirtless men walked by with a smile, holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, chatting and laughing comfortably with their bellies bulging.

Suddenly, a man named Li Ming was startled and looked suspiciously into the park. The night light was dim and he couldn't see what was going on inside.

One could only vaguely see a shirtless young man holding a stone pillar with a little night light.

"I don't know whose child this is, he works so hard." Li Ming exclaimed.

"It may be Yu Zhiwen, that child works very hard and has awakened his blood. "

They said and left.

Chen Yan didn't hear their words clearly.

After the first set, my body was fine. The second set brought me a higher level of soreness than the first time.

It was so sore.

But seeing that the progress of the broken holy fruit in his consciousness world had increased a little, Chen Yan felt that it was worth it no matter how tired he was.

It was not until one o'clock in the morning, when Chen Yuhu, who was tired all day, rode his tricycle slowly to the vicinity of the park.

Squeak!

Chen Yuhu pulled the handbrake instantly, looking at the thin figure sitting on the side of the road in astonishment.

The moonlight enveloped Chen Yan like a silver glow, and his wet upper body was shining with stars. Chen Yan hung his head, and sweat kept flowing from the ends of his hair, leaving a large wet mark in front of the stone steps.

"Dad, go home. "

Chen Yan grabbed the clothes placed aside, stood up and spoke with a smile.

[Broken Saint Fruit:

Strength: (16/100)]

At the end, the tiredness and numbness reached the extreme, but the maturity seemed to be faster than at the beginning.

It seemed that everything was telling him to do one more, and hold on for one more second.

Chen Yan, you will get everything!

Looking at his son, Chen Yuhu pursed his trembling lips. He wanted to say something, but finally turned into a smile:

"Get in the car."

Chen Yan sat next to Chen Yuhu. The seat of the tricycle was longer, more than enough for two people.

"Don't be too tired. If you are so tired, be careful not to fall ill again."

"It's okay."

"Hey, you..."

"Dad, don't go to the back mountain. The back mountain is very dangerous."

"Hey, you taught me."

"The back mountain, someone just died some time ago. I don't think it's difficult to awaken the blood before the college entrance examination. ”

“Okay, I won’t go.”

…………

The next day, Chen Yan went to school as usual.

In the third year of high school, there were very few academic subjects, and it was basically the teachers who led the students to do training.

It was not until the afternoon that the head teacher Wang Yang took the students to the playground.

“Now, I will teach you the fifteenth lesson of basic boxing, the Eight-Character Skill.”

“To awaken the Qi and blood, you must constantly break through the limit and try to break the limit in various ways. Running, practicing boxing, and even pull-ups are all methods. "

Wang Yang kept talking, glancing at Chen Yan in the class, and something strange emerged in his heart.

For some reason, Chen Yan gave him a feeling of great change.

In the crowd, Chen Yan looked at the sculpture on the edge of the playground again.

The face of the sculpture looked like a tough young man, and the whole was just sitting in a simple boxing posture.

In the world of consciousness, the golden light appeared again, blocked by an invisible barrier three feet away from the Broken Holy Tree and left to fend for itself.

Chen Yan was full of doubts, the golden light represented the energy of skills.

Why did he bring such a huge amount of skill energy just by watching this bronze statue?

Pop!

In the front, the head teacher Wang Yang had already started practicing the movements of the Eight Characters Skill.

No matter how much golden light he could not absorb now, Chen Yan began to learn the Eight Characters Skill.

Suddenly he was startled.

When he was watching Wang Yang boxing, there was also golden light in his world of consciousness, but it was very weak, almost non-existent.

"That's right, I am also learning skills when I learn the Eight Characters Skill. "Chen Yan murmured.

"Class 3, Zhang Qingsi, Teacher Xia is calling you!"

Just then, a tall boy on the edge of the playground shouted at Chen Yan's class.

In the class, many students cheered with envy.

"That's Wang Yu from Class 2. It was Director Xia Tong who asked Zhang Qingsi to give him private training."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so envious. Teacher Xia Tong's teaching level is really high."

"It's useless to be envious. Zhang Qingsi has awakened his blood after all."

At the front, the head teacher nodded at Zhang Qingsi. In the eyes of the envious, Zhang Qingsi ran towards Wang Yu.

On the side, Hu Yuan quietly watched Zhang Qingsi leave. Seeing Chen Yan starting to practice boxing with Wang Yang at the back of the class, he hesitated and then didn't bother to pay attention.

While practicing boxing, Chen Yan paid attention to the changes in the broken saint realm.

[Break the Saint Fruit:

Power: (33/

100)]

In the world of consciousness, the orange fruit representing the "force" character has grown to the size of a red date. As Chen Yan practiced boxing, rolling orange flames slowly floated from the endless darkness.

Every inch of light represents every drop of Chen Yan's sweat.

Expand, intercept, wrap, cross, pick, top, cloud, lead.

Chen Yan punched with a loud sound, and the ground shook when he stepped on it, attracting some classmates beside him to look at him in surprise.

"Have you become stronger?"

Wang Yang looked at Chen Yan in doubt at this moment. The students may not feel it, but they just feel that Chen Yan is using force when punching, but he is different.

Chen Yan's force is not standard.

In the world of consciousness, in addition to the orange light, there are traces of gold, but the orange light is bright and covers the golden light.

After about forty minutes, some people in the class began to complain of being tired. After all, practicing the eight-character exercise continuously, even if the movement is not large, it is very tiring.

In the class, many students were already sitting on the lawn even before Wang Yang called for them to stop.

Wang Yang didn't care about this.

Even nearly one-fifth of the students in Class 3 had already started skipping classes.

If it was the first or second year of high school, he would still manage it, but now it's the third year of high school, and every student has his own choice.

"The whole class will take a break and continue practicing later."

Wang Yang opened his mouth, and a burst of tired voices sounded instantly. The students who were still practicing were like overwhelmed grass, lying scattered on the playground.

Wang Yang looked at the entire playground and saw that there was only one person still practicing boxing, and it was Chen Yan.

Wang Yang didn't disturb him, but just watched quietly.

On the grass, Hu Yuan glanced at Chen Yan, and the trace of boredom in his eyes became more obvious. He simply turned his eyes away and calmed his heart, and several classmates started chatting.

Time passed slowly, and as school was about to end, Chen Yan's body reached its limit again.

Swish!

Suddenly, an abrupt sound came from Chen Yan's fist. Chen Yan was startled, and a flash of red light flashed from his fist.

This instantaneous change flashed by, but in the realm of breaking saints, a large amount of red light suddenly appeared.

The [blood] word breaking saint fruit grew rapidly.

[Breaking Saint Realm: Level 1 (2/3)]

[Breaking Saint Fruit:

Power: (54/100)

Blood (7/100)]

In an instant, a blood-colored fruit the size of a quail egg grew.

Chen Yan was startled, what happened just now?

He did hit the red light, right?

…………

In the office building, Principal Zhang Yue and the Dean of Teaching were smoking and chatting.

"The Zhenwu bonus will be decided internally, Yu Zhiwen, Wang Yu and Zhang Qingsi." Xia Tong said.

"Not good, the internal decision will probably make the students dissatisfied." Zhang Yue said hesitantly.

"What's wrong with that? Can they beat these three?" Xia Tong said indifferently:

"I'm not afraid of criticism. I chose these three for private training because they have the best talent and the strongest strength."

Zhang Yue hesitated even more. Her eyes looked at the playground and passed by Chen Yan inadvertently. Suddenly, she was startled, and her pupils gradually shrank. Then she looked at Xia Tong:

"You have already made many students dissatisfied by private training these three. How about adding a few more?"

"Hmm?" Xia Tong frowned slightly. Wasn't he talking about the internal appointment?

"Forget it, I'm going to private training." Xia Tong waved his hand and left.

He didn't want to private train more students. The key is that other students have talent?

Why would he do something that has no investment value at all?

…………

Did he just shoot a red light?

Chen Yan was a little stunned. Not only did he shoot a red light, he just clearly felt that his fist had touched someone else's fist!

What a strange feeling, there was no one around him.

Also, the red light should represent the awakening of Qi and blood, right?

But I don’t feel anything strange now.

Just then, the voice of the head teacher Wang Yang sounded:

"Chen Yan, come here."

Wang Yang looked at Chen Yan with satisfaction and took out a bottle of drink from the briefcase at his feet:

"Everyone has seen Chen Yan's performance in the past few days. Yesterday, the head teachers of the three classes privately discussed that they would reward the most hardworking student today with a bottle of Qi and blood drink."

Wang Yang handed the drink in his hand to Chen Yan:

"Chen Yan, congratulations on getting this bottle of Qi and blood drink!"

As soon as Wang Yang's voice fell, the eyes of the whole class changed immediately. Qi and blood drink, a bottle of five hundred yuan.

In the town, five hundred yuan is really a large sum.

Hu Yuan looked at the bottle of Qi and blood drink with an ugly face. Although his father gave him three thousand yuan, he couldn't spend it carelessly.

His eyes were full of jealousy. Why did Chen Yan get the Qi and blood drink?

If I had known, I would not have rested just now.

"Teacher, this... is too precious." Chen Yan was also a little

Stunned, looking at Wang Yang.

"Rewards are for those who work hard." Wang Yang smiled and opened the bottle cap directly:

"I'll watch you finish it."

Chen Yan pursed his lips, his little thoughts were seen through, nodded, took the blood and qi drink and drank it.

A sweetness slid across his throat, and a warm feeling instantly emerged in his stomach.

Very sweet, very refreshing.

Chen Yan sighed in his heart, but suddenly found that a red light emerged in the world of consciousness, slowly drifting under the roots of the Broken Saint Tree.

On the Broken Saint Tree, a shriveled branch suddenly appeared on a new green.

[Broken Saint Fruit:

Blood: (8/100)]

It has grown a little more.

Chen Yan's eyes flashed.

"Drink it, you look thirsty." Wang Yang's voice sounded again, Chen Yan nodded, and drank the remaining half bottle.

Chen Yan did not hesitate, and drank the remaining half in one gulp under the envious or jealous eyes of his classmates.

[Broken Holy Fruit:

Blood: (9/100)]