"no."

Ling Xiao shook his head. He was still far from a formal martial arts student. At least the first step, he had no idea at all, awakening the power of qi and blood.

"ah?"

Senior Brother Zheng paused and opened his mouth slightly, as if he had never expected Ling Xiao to answer so simply.

His idea just now was actually more inclined to Li Han's classmate, who may not be very strong and his qi and blood power was not strong, so he could not see too much from the outside.

But he should be a warrior, otherwise he would not be able to get along with the young lady.

But unexpectedly, this person is not a martial arts student.

The smile on his face suddenly faded a lot, and he was not as enthusiastic as before.

But there was nothing too rude, I just smiled politely.

"Student, can you use the strength tester?"

Senior Brother Zheng looked at Ling Xiao with suspicious eyes. The strength testers in the martial arts hall are all relatively expensive high-end products on the market, about one million per unit.

But ordinary people can't use this thing at all.

“Yes.”

Ling Xiao keenly noticed the change in Senior Brother Zheng's attitude, but he didn't think there was anything. He was really just a poor boy and could not compare with martial arts students.

Besides, Senior Brother Zheng was just a little cold and did not speak ill of each other.

"Okay, then you can use it now, I'll watch it."

Senior Brother Zheng looked at Ling Xiao with some concern. He couldn't afford to sell himself. Xiao Han's classmate should not mess around.

Where can ordinary people use this thing?

So he had to watch from the side.

"All right."

Ling Xiao shrugged indifferently, and then skillfully operated the control panel of the strength tester.

"It's OK."

On the strength tester, the numbers on the monitor have been reset to zero, and there are also some detailed data panels, but Ling Xiao has not studied much, so he doesn't understand it either.

Soon, he set out on horse stance.

Swivel the breathing rhythm in the posture of "Huanyuan stake", and at the same time adjust the breathing rhythm, pull the left palm slightly back, raise the right arm, and form a fist with five fingers.

"Ha, "Huanyuan Pile"!"

Senior Brother Zheng suddenly had a bright eye.

It seems that this little brother was not very clear just now. The "Huanyuan Pile" is very standard, and it can be seen that he has done some hard work.

This alone is much better than many rich second-generations who come to martial arts halls to gilt.

Although the children of rich families are also keen on coming to the martial arts hall, few of them can work hard to study stance skills and basic fighting skills.

Most people spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, but they only practiced a fancy way.

On the contrary, he is not as imposing as the classmate of the young lady in front of him.

"It's pretty good."

Senior Brother Zheng looked at Ling Xiao's figure and nodded slightly.

"drink!"

Ling Xiao let out a light whistle, then his waist and back trembled. According to the force technique of "Huanyuan Pile", he used the power of his waist and back to drive the fist force, and punched like the wind.

After so many days of training, his "Huanyuan Pile" was obviously better than when he was in the gymnasium that day.

bump!

The fist hits the strength tester.

“52.4KG!”

call!

Ling Xiao exhaled a breath of turbid air and put away the horse stance pile.

The nearly 105 kilograms of boxing force did make him jump because he remembered it very clearly that when he was in the gym last week, his boxing force was only 45 kilograms, which was the maximum boxing force that his body could exert without the increase in stance.

And now, his fist strength has increased by 7.4 kg.

The "Purple Clay Body Tempering Square" has added 5 kilograms of power to itself, which should be confirmed now.

After the last test, the "Hunyuan Pile" on the first floor increased its strength by about 4%. In other words, I have actually increased my strength unknowingly recently, but it is less than one pound.

"It seems that the daily training is effective."

After about two weeks, Ling Xiao felt that it was already very good. Didn’t he see that martial arts students spent 100,000 yuan to increase five kilograms of strength?

And this is only the first time I have taken "Body Tempering Pill" to have such good results. Exercising for two weeks by yourself is equivalent to saving 20,000 yuan.

He was quite happy.

"Little brother, it's not bad."

The laughter of Senior Brother Zheng suddenly came from the side.

He looked at Ling Xiao with interest, touched his chin, and then stretched out his hand: "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zheng Yu. I am a formal employee of Zhenhong Martial Arts Hall and one of the apprentices of the owner. I can barely have the strength to be forged."

Ling Xiao looked at Zheng Yu with some confusion, but still shook hands with him.

"Ling Xiao, a student from Xincheng High School."

He briefly introduced himself, and could not understand Zheng Yu's meaning.

“That’s how it is.”

Zheng Yu smiled slightly, "I think although you are not a formal warrior, you still have some skills in stance skills, and your strength is stronger than that of many ordinary people."

Ordinary people who have not received professional strength training and have no talent are actually not as strong as 100 kilograms of boxing power.

And Ling Xiao is obviously better than many ordinary people.

That's why Zheng Yu had some plans in his mind.

"We are recruiting sparring training in the martial arts hall recently. Are you interested in coming to our place to do a part-time job?"

"Part-time sparring?"

Ling Xiao was so confused that you had already forged a warrior, but you even recruited me, a rooster who was only over 50 kilograms, as a trainer.

Didn't you make fun of me?

Zheng Yu saw the doubt on Ling Xiao’s face, smiled bitterly in his heart, and explained: “I’m not kidding, you don’t have to doubt this.”

"What do we say here?"

He touched his head and felt helpless: "Actually, most of the people who come to learn martial arts in our martial arts school are very rich but not talented in martial arts."

"So you understand, it's hard for them to become warriors if they practice until they die. There are very few who can even increase their strength to more than 50 kilograms."

Zheng Yu spread his hands helplessly.

There is actually no shortage of formal warriors or even masters in the martial arts hall.

The owner of the museum is a warrior in the middle. There are prominent figures in the entire new city. In the new city, there are few people who dare not give face to the owner.

Even if you meet the big leaders in the city, the owner of the museum can still be on an equal footing with them and chatting and laughing.

Under the museum owner, Zheng Yu has more than a dozen disciples in his generation, so he does not lack thugs or warriors and private teachers.

But it's hard to find a sparring training.

If you ask a rich second-generation and social elite who practice fancy a stubborn fight against a formal warrior of the first and second-hand warriors, you will die if you are not careful.

Isn’t that smashing your own signature?
Chapter completed!