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There was a intensive sound of boxing sound on the tester.

What's different from other students is that Yun Yi hit nine punches in one breath, while others all punched one blow, because in this way, they could use all their strength to each punch.

So the feeling he gives people now is that he is giving up on himself and dealing with this assessment casually.

Even the assessment teacher sighed, lowered his head to count the data, and said to Yun Yi with great sincerity:

"Student Yun Yi! Although your fist speed is very fast, it is enough to rank among the top ten in the class, and among these students in the middle of the first grade, you are the only one who can cross the zero point and one second mark. But..."

The assessment teacher suddenly paused, looked at the data recorded in his hand, frowned, and then continued:

"However, it's useless to have speed alone, especially before the speed changes essentially. Even if you can get a little faster than others, you can't hurt others, so what's the use? So you still need to increase your strength training in the future."

Yun Yi humbly accepted the kind reminder of the assessment teacher. He said thank you and turned around and left.

Behind him, the assessment teacher looked at the notebook recording the scores in his hand and looked a little strange. Then he looked up and said to the remaining students waiting for the test:

"You guys wait a moment, there might be something wrong with the tester, I'm going to restart it."

However, he did not call Yun Yi back for a reassessment. Anyway, the student's boxing power was just that.

Then, the assessment teacher walked to the back of the tester, raised his butt and bent down, and began to fiddle with this instrument that he was not very familiar with.

"What, it's useless?"

A bare head stretched over from the other side of the tester and asked curiously.

The assessment teacher looked up at the bald head that suddenly appeared, and then shivered in fear, and the notebook in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"School...supervisor..., why are you...here...here..."

He hurriedly stood up, his tongue was a little knotted with nervousness.

"Well, I am a very responsible principal. I always have to come to the scene for the monthly exams of senior classes."

The young new principal of the Fifth Immortal Academy turned from the other side of the tester.

This is a long, fat head and big ears. His waist is as round as a bucket. The key is that he is still very short and wearing a wide monk's robe, he actually wears a tight-fitting look on him. He looks like a greasy feeling.

It is hard for you to imagine that the elegant and elegant inscriptions that are now spread throughout the campus of the Fifth Immortal Dao Academy are actually written by such a person.

Of course, if this young monk from the inner gate of Lingyin Zen Temple stood still and said nothing, his face would be a bit honest and pleasing. After only a few months of contact, the teachers of the Fifth Immortal Taoist Academy would already understand what kind of person the new principal was.

True?

It does not exist.

They have never seen such a sly monk like a ghost!

Now many people doubt whether this monk with Yuanyuan’s Dharma name really comes from the inner gate of Lingyin Zen Temple, the eminent monk Ruyun.

The fat young monk who was as famous was walking around the tester with unwilling expression.

"No! This machine is the latest product of that company. It uses the metal on the alien warship. I took the boss's efforts to get it so quickly. How could it break when I first used it!"

At this time, the young monk's face looked like he had suffered a great loss. Then he looked back and glared at the teacher and said:

"Say, are you doing it randomly and ruining it? If that's the case, the compensation will be deducted from your salary."

The assessment teacher was sweating profusely when he heard this, and quickly handed over the notebook in his hand, pointed to the line of numbers above and defended:

"Principal, you can't be so wronged. I haven't touched this tester after it was turned on today. It's just that the student's assessment results were all exactly the same data, so I guess if this machine was malfunctioning."

The young monk took the book and looked at the row of data pointed at by the assessment teacher.

Yunyi: 216 kg, 0.095 seconds.

222kg, 0.090 seconds.

222kg, 0.090 seconds.

...

222kg, 0.090 seconds.

...

222kg, 0.090 seconds.

Except for the first punch, the other nine punches are exactly the same, regardless of the strength or speed of the punch.

No wonder the assessment teacher would doubt whether there was something wrong with the instrument.

The results of the students who participated in the assessment above were fluctuating and fluctuating in each punch, which is a very normal phenomenon. Unless a practitioner at the third level or above can control his own strength and use the same force speed to continuously punch.

And that student named Yun Yi was neither a cultivator of the third level nor a monster with outstanding qualifications. Naturally, it was impossible for him to control his fist power so perfectly.

Then, in the eyes of this assessment teacher, it is naturally a problem with the machine.

But his principal did not think so, because the young monk was sure that there would be no problem with the machine, and he unconditionally trusted the things made by the company.

Otherwise, that company would not have such a status in today's human society.

Well... Actually... there is another possibility...

The layman's surname is Chen and the Dharma name is Yuanyuan. He is actually a Buddhist master at a young age. The young monk who was awarded the Arhat Fruit position at the inner gate of Lingyin Zen Temple supported his chin with a fat and round palm, and he felt thoughtful.

What if these nine punches are all the ultimate power of the student named Yun Yi?

It is basically impossible for a first-class practitioner to completely control his own strength, but it is relatively easier to achieve his own limits in every punch.

In one breath, nine consecutive boxing with extreme strength.

So the data looks exactly the same.

But this student's qi and meridians are a bit long!

In fact, Monk Yuanyuan did not appear here for no reason. It was because he happened to see Yun Yi punching from a distance that he saw something unusual and ran over.

Now after seeing Yun Yi's assessment data, it is indeed a bit special. Although Yun Yi's power, speed, or the length of his qi and meridians are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

This ability to burst continuously with extreme extremes is very common for young people who practice according to ancient methods in the Cave Heaven and Blessing Land. It is not difficult for disciples with slightly better qualifications to burst out in one breath for hundreds of times even when they are in the first level.

So what Yun Yi shows is not astonishing as the world. It is interesting to be interesting. How does a person who practices the speed success method do this?

Monk Yuanyuan looked at Yun Yi's name, with a look of interest in his eyes, and then he walked towards the other side of the playground.

There, Yun Yi is conducting his second assessment.
Chapter completed!