Resurrection of Spiritual Energy, A Hundred Times Potential of the Physical Body at the Start

These clamorous people are only at the level of first-time titled warriors, and their strength is only 2,000 catties.

And Zhang Cheng is in the late stage of the martial artist, and his strength has reached 9,000 jin.

With a loud roar, everyone was shocked to the point of turning pale and the Queen Cang backed away, feeling as if their heads were split open.

"Cry with me, do you have such strength?"

Zhang Cheng's sharp eyes swept across 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-chapter.

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaolong.

Jiang Xiaolong's expression was as usual.

Seven or eight people with the strength of titled warriors were all roared back by him, but Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to have no effect.

All of a sudden, Zhang Cheng's heart trembled, and he was secretly horrified.

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

Otherwise, he wouldn't pay no attention to his roar.

"He has at least the strength of a mid-term warrior!"

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

In the middle stage of the warrior, the strength is at least more than 4,000.

This is no longer simply the strength of a titled warrior, and among the titled warriors, it is not considered weak.

This strength is twice as strong as they previously estimated.

What is this concept?

The person in front of him is the worthy first person of the younger generation in Donglincheng, and there is no one who can be compared with him.

Is it the middle stage of the titled martial artist, there is still not one million people in Donglin City.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng was very excited.

"Quick, go up and test your strength."

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

Those few people also noticed Jiang Xiaolong's abnormality, so they didn't dare to stab them and stood aside obediently.

"Quick!" Huang Na pushed Jiang Xiaolong from behind.

Cowardly is obviously not Jiang Xiaolong's character, he took a few steps and he came to the front of this million-level testing force machine.

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

Jiang Xiaolong nodded.

The next moment, his eyes sharpened like a knife.

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

His power was like waves on the calm lake, and a tyrannical qi flowed out of his body.

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

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

This qi machine is not inferior to him.

"Later martial artist! Late martial artist! He is actually the strength of late martial artist."

He screamed wildly in his heart.

In the later stage of the martial artist, the strength reached 9,000 catties.

In the middle stage of a martial artist, one punch can kill him.

The rest of the people also stared wide-eyed at the moment, looking at Jiang Xiaolong, whose energy was rising steadily.

Tucked in his stomach and raised his chest, he stepped out in a lunge, and Jiang Xiaolong threw a punch.

Peng......

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

The numbers continue to soar!

5000......

6000......

9000......

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

"hiss......"

"hiss......"

There was a sound of breathing all around.

"Ah!" Huang Na was even more frightened and her mouth widened, with an unbelievable look on her face.

So brutal!

This handsome, kind-hearted guy has such terrifying power under his body.

"Nine thousand three hundred catties, the strength of a martial artist in the later stage! If you go further, you will be a master."

Where the fuck is this genius, it's just a monster.

Eighteen-year-old martial artist late.

When most people are 18 years old, it is not bad to have 500 pounds of strength.

This is crazy!

"Nine thousand three hundred and ten, not bad!"

Jiang Xiaolong nodded slightly.

He remembered very clearly that during the test last night, his basic strength was only 9,123.

After a night's sleep, his strength naturally increased by 190 jins.

A hundred times the physical potential is really terrifying.

For ordinary people, this strength even takes a year.

crackling...

Jiang Xiaolong's muscles and bones rattled together, and his terrifying energy was like a beast awakened from a deep sleep.

The next moment, a tiger shadow appeared on him.

Spirit-transforming boxing, Dragon Demon Body Tempering Skill!

"Tongshen Realm Boxing!"

Zhang Cheng was horrified and almost bit off his tongue.

Spiritual fisting, the symbol of a great master, actually appeared on the body of an eighteen-year-old boy.

"Yijiquan Fist!" Huang Na screamed out, completely frightened.

"Tattoo..."

The few people next to him who had been dissatisfied with Zhang Cheng and let Jiang Xiaolong go up first saw Hu Ying, their whole bodies trembled and their teeth chattered, like falling into an ice cellar.

Several of them were actually dissatisfied with a person who possessed the artistic conception boxing technique.

This is the old birthday star eating arsenic... I think it's too long. *