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

These few people who are clamoring are only at the level of beginners in the title martial arts, and their strength is only two thousand catties.

And Zhang Cheng is already in the late stage of martial arts, and his strength has reached nine thousand catties.

A loud roar directly shocked everyone to the point that their faces turned white and they retreated, feeling like their heads were split.

"Shout with me, do you have this strength?"

Zhang Cheng'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 artist micro medallion.

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 a titled martial artist were roared back by themselves, but Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to have no effect.

All of a sudden, Zhang Cheng's heart shook, and he was secretly shocked.

This Jiang Xiaolong's strength is not as simple as being a martial artist.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have paid no attention to his roar.

"He also has at least the strength of the mid-martial artist period!"

In the early days of the title martial artist, the strength was only two thousand catties.

When it reaches the middle stage of the warrior, the strength is at least four thousand or more.

This is no longer simply the strength of a titled martial artist, and it is not considered a weak person among the titled martial artists.

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

What is this concept?

This person in front of him is worthy of the first person of the young generation in East Lincheng, and there is no one who compares with him.

Is it the middle period of the title warrior, and there is currently no one in the city of millions of people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng was excited.

"Quick, go up and test your strength."

He looked at Jiang Xiaolong's gaze as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.

Those few people also discovered Jiang Xiaolong's abnormality, and immediately did not dare to explode, and obediently stood aside.

"Quick!" Huang Na pushed Jiang Xiaolong in the back.

Cringing and shrinking was obviously not Jiang Xiaolong's character, and after a few steps, he came to this million-level test power machine.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Cheng reminded as usual: "You have five chances to punch, take the maximum as your final score." "

Jiang Xiaolong nodded.

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

"A million-level machine can measure the upper limit of my strength."

His power was like a calm lake beginning to ripple, and a powerful qi 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 dormant.

Zhang Cheng's pupils shrank and he looked at Jiang Xiaolong's back in horror.

This qi machine is no less than him.

"Late warriors! Late warriors! He turned out to be the strength of the late stage of the martial artist. "

He shouted madly in his heart.

In the late stage of the warrior, the force reached nine thousand catties.

What kind of warrior in the middle of the period, one punch can kill you.

The rest of the people were also wide-eyed at the moment, looking at Jiang Xiaolong who was rising in horror.

Straighten his stomach and chest, step out with a lunge, and Jiang Xiaolong punched out.

Pon....

With a violent sound, a number 4000 instantly popped up on this million-level machine.

The numbers continue to soar!

5000......

6000......

9000......

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

"Shhhhhh

"Shhhhhh

There was a sound of inhalation all around.

"Ugh!" Huang Na even grew her mouth in fright, with an incredulous look on her face.

It's so ferocious!

This handsome-looking and kind-looking young man actually has such a terrifying power under his body.

"Nine thousand three hundred catties, the strength of the late martial artist! Further, there is the grandmaster. "

Where the fuck is a genius, directly a demon.

Late eighteen-year-old warrior.

When most people are eighteen years old, it is not bad 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 basic 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 strength even takes a year.

Crackle....

Jiang Xiaolong's muscles and bones sounded into a string, and the terrifying qi machine was like a fierce beast waking up from its slumber.

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

Tongshen Realm Boxing Technique, Dragon Demon Quenching Body Skill!

"Tongshen Realm Boxing Technique!"

Zhang Cheng was shocked and almost bit off his tongue.

Tongshen Boxing Technique, that is the hallmark of a great master, actually appeared on the body of an eighteen-year-old boy.

"Artistic Conception Fist Technique!" Huang Na screamed out directly, completely frightened.

"Click..."

A few people next to him who had previously disobeyed Zhang Cheng and let Jiang Xiaolong go up first saw Tiger Shadow, and their teeth kept trembling, like falling into an ice cellar.

A few of them were actually dissatisfied with a person with artistic conception boxing techniques before.

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