Li Moran listened to the middle-aged man's line-like words and smiled slightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"Hello, I'm here to apply for a sparring partner. ”

When the middle-aged man heard that he was not here to consume, the smile on his face disappeared a lot, and he looked at the slightly immature Li Moran with a suspicious gaze for a moment.

"How old are you?"

"17 years old."

"17 years old? You're still in school, but sparring can get hurt easily. Forget it, you better go. The man pushed his hand out impatiently.

"I have the fist power of the ninth order of a martial artist." Although Li Moran had not tested his current fist strength, after this period of training, Li Moran was very sure that he had at least the ninth rank of martial apprentice.

As soon as Li Moran's words fell, the man in the military uniform laughed. "If you have a martial apprentice rank nine at your age, let alone a sparring partner, I will give you a position as a coach."

Li Moran was overjoyed when he heard the man's promise, and wanted to be a sparring partner, on the one hand, to deal with Lin Yanrou's "surprise inspection", and on the other hand, to have a stable place to exercise at night. But I didn't expect that the man was willing to give himself a coaching position, so that he would have more time to rest during the day.

"I don't know if you can count when you speak?" Li Moran was a little unsure.

The man patted his chest, "When the hall master is not there, it will be up to me, if you have a martial apprentice ninth order, I will accept you as a coach on a special basis, and the hall master will not object if he knows about it." ”

Li Moran thought to himself: That's right, if you have a martial disciple ninth order at your age, just by relying on your physical strength, the probability of awakening a martial artist under normal circumstances is extremely high, and you can almost be called a quasi-martial artist. There is no harm in the hall owner befriending such a quasi-martial artist, and it seems that he still underestimates the influence of his current surface strength.

Li Moran smiled and said, "Then it's better to give me a few minutes and let me test it, there are not many people now, so it won't be delayed for long." ”

The middle-aged man agreed after thinking about it for a while, after all, this really won't be delayed for long, and if there is no martial disciple ninth order, just drive him away. There is a martial apprentice of the ninth order, and if you befriend such a quasi-martial artist, the hall owner will definitely praise himself for being able to do things after he knows it.

The man in the martial suit led the way in front, "The fist strength testing machine in front is the best testing machine in our martial arts hall, there will be no boxing error, little brother, don't say I didn't give you a chance." ”

Li Moran nodded, came to the boxing testing machine, took a deep breath, spread his legs slightly, and relaxed his whole body, trying to get himself into the best state. Li Moran himself also wants to know where his extreme fist power is now.

His eyes were slightly closed, adjusting his breathing, and the whole person was quiet to the extreme, like an evergreen pine. Suddenly, Li Moran's eyes opened suddenly, his feet suddenly exerted force, and his body turned slightly around his waist and crotch burst out with powerful force, which instantly ran through and passed into his arms.

I saw that Li Moran's fist seemed to be an arrow shot from the full moon bow, with a trace of afterimage, and with a "bang", the fist had already smashed on the target. In an instant, I saw the numbers on the meter rushing up like crazy.

The number passed 900 in an instant, but the speed of the upward rush did not slow down at all, and in the blink of an eye, it passed 1200.

1300，1400，1500。 It wasn't until it came to the number 1600 that it slowly slowed down, and finally it was fixed at 1683kg.

Li Moran was very surprised when he looked at the numbers on the meter, he didn't expect that his fist power had increased so much during this time, and the first order of the samurai seemed to have a fist power of about 2000kg, and it seemed that his physical strength was not far from the first order of the samurai.

The middle-aged man on the side was even more round-eyed, his mouth opened and closed several times, and he couldn't make a sound, and it took a long time to recover.

"One...... There must be something wrong with the dynamometer, come here and test it again with this fist strength testing machine. The middle-aged man never believed that Li Moran had such a high fist power, after all, Li Moran also showed a very surprised look just now.

and the middle-aged man to another boxing tester.

"Bang"

After another loud bang, a number 1593 appeared on the meter. Li Moran looked at the results of his fist and pouted, but then he was relieved. After all, not every time you can put in the whole body to punch a punch, and now this result should be the real result of your usual strength, and it is impossible for others to let you slowly adjust your state when competing with others.

The middle-aged man looked at the numbers on the meter, and his heart was still a little incredible, but if he didn't accept it, he had to accept this fact, after all, it was impossible for two fist strength testing machines to break down at the same time. After adjusting his mood slightly, a warm smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Little brother, let me introduce myself first, my name is Wang Yueke, I am the director of this, usually the owner of the hall is not here, I am fully responsible, now, I officially hire you as the coach of my 'Xinhong Martial Arts Pavilion', with a monthly salary of 8,000 plus commission, I will give priority to arranging students for you, so that your commission will be a little more."

Hearing this, Li Moran waved his hand again and again. "Don't be a supervisor, it's 6,000 a month, I want to live in the martial arts hall at night to use the equipment of the martial arts hall, and don't arrange too many students for me, it doesn't matter if the commission is less."

Wang Yueke was a little stunned, someone actually took the initiative to reduce his salary and didn't want a commission. But Li Moran is too amazing, he can simply make movable type signs, he can do whatever he wants.

agreed to Li Moran's request, took Li Moran's luggage and put it in the room in the martial arts hall. At this point, Li Moran settled down in the martial arts hall. Li Moran called and informed Lin Yanrou of the address of the "Xinhong Martial Arts Hall".

In the evening, he received a student, although Li Moran's fist strength was amazing, he did not have any forging methods and experience, but behind Li Moran stood an old monster who had lived for 800,000 years.

Time passed day by day, and Li Moran only taught 3 students during the day, but each student gained a lot, and queued up to make an appointment for Li Moran's coaching class, which made the reputation of the "Xinhong Martial Arts Hall" rise during this time, and the owner of the hall praised Wang Yueke greatly after knowing it. During this period, Li Moran was asked to raise his salary several times, only begging him to increase the number of professors, but Li Moran refused, and still only spent about 1 hour a day teaching forging.

Every few days, Lin Yanrou would come over to find Li Moran once, and the two of them were walking around the streets and alleys like a couple. Li Moran advanced his salary to the owner of the museum in advance and bought several small gifts for Lin Yanrou.

The ordinary life passed quickly, and it was early August in a blink of an eye. Late that night, Li Moran stayed alone in the empty martial arts hall. Came in front of a boxing strength testing machine, after relaxing slightly, his body was like a leopard, and an afterimage swept by, and a punch slammed into the boxing target.

A loud "bang" resounded throughout the martial arts hall, and the testing machine shook violently, making a somewhat tooth-sore wailing sound. After a long time, the test machine calmed down, and a deep fist mark appeared in the middle of the target.

Li Moran fixed his eyes and saw that the number 2783 appeared on the meter, Li Moran nodded with satisfaction, this is already close to the fist power of the second order of the samurai, and the punch of the martial apprentice level is either dead or seriously injured.

"Senior Dao Yuanzi, my body is strong enough now, when can I awaken the martial artist?" Because he was not a martial artist after all, during this time, Li Moran felt that his physical strength was growing very slowly, and he was about to fall into a bottleneck.

Dao Yuanzi shook his head, "Although there is a high chance that your awakening will succeed now, it is not guaranteed to be foolproof, and you still have to take the last step." ”