"Hey, what's your name?" A young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, square head and square head asked Yaoyang.

"My name is Jiang Yaoyang." There is nothing to scruple about in the training camp, and Yaoyang simply does not hide his identity.

"My name is Fang Hong! You...... Not even a samurai? The young man asked curiously.

"It's not." Yaoyang smiled, "Let you see the laughter." ”

The dozen or so people gathered nearby laughed, and someone gave a thumbs up and said, "You may have set a record for the training camp." It seems that no one has ever passed the samurai test to enter here! ”

"Really? Can I go down in the history of the training camp? Yaoyang responded with humor.

Fang Hong laughed heartily a few times, and said with some excitement: "Let's take a look at your results, those who can enter the training camp are at least in the realm of martial artists, don't be ashamed." ”

"Lend you good words." Yaoyang made a little preparation, and when Zhan Rouran had adjusted the test equipment, he strode into the small hall.

To Yaoyang's surprise, the equipment in the small hall was very advanced, at least much more sophisticated than the high-level martial arts halls in ordinary cities. But even so, Zhan Rouran frequently complained, saying that the equipment in the training camp was too backward, and she really didn't know what the advanced equipment looked like.

"You can make do with it, please try your best to do it, so that you can judge your strength more accurately." Zhan Rouran said.

"Okay." Yaoyang nodded.

Standing in front of the attack power tester, Yaoyang shook his fist.

The internal force like the river and the sea flowed all around the body, quickly condensing into true qi. Yaoyang's whole body was mobilized, but he didn't take the liberty of throwing this punch.

At present, the biggest problem facing Yaoyang is not the limitation of the aperture of the dantian, he has become a person without an aperture, but he has encountered the most serious test.

If it was a full blow, Yao Yang could even vent all the true qi in his body from his fist in an instant. Whether it is the restriction of aperture or the limitation of meridians, it is not a problem for Yaoyang's current reorganized body.

But Yaoyang can't do that, it's like a gambler making all his bets in one game, it's crazy.

What's more, Yaoyang doesn't want others to know that he doesn't have an aperture limit, if this matter spreads, he will be put into the operating table and dissected as a research object. He had to limit the rate at which True Qi was used in order to be foolproof.

Controlling the ratio of true qi is easier said than done. Yaoyang was running the Northern Shen Gong while quietly launching the Yijin Sutra. He stood on his feet and used the wonderful control of the Yi Jin Jing to make a "funnel" on the meridians.

It is said to be a funnel, but in fact, it is to control the output of true qi. Yaoyang felt that it was almost there, so he raised his fist, kicked his feet violently, and bombarded the test plane with a punch.

With a loud "boom", the testing machine fell backwards suddenly, and the lever that could withstand thousands of tons of pressure bent out of a huge arc, and at the same time, the light on the light curtain flickered, and the strength of Yaoyang's punch was quickly calculated.

"Twenty-five thousand four hundred twenty-three!" An astonishing number popped up and startled Yaoyang.

"Oops, the real qi is still too much output!" Yaoyang smacked his tongue.

Yaoyang was startled, and the people watching the excitement outside were even more frightened.

Ni Shu and a group of people are waiting for the results outside the small hall, and a light curtain will transmit the data at any time. When they heard the loud noise in the small hall, they felt that the sound was too loud, and when they saw the data on the light curtain, they were all dumbfounded.

"More than 110,000 attack power, just kidding!" Fang Hong looked at the value dumbfounded, and couldn't help pinching the root of his thigh, he thought he was dreaming.

Even Ni Shu, who had always been steady, rubbed her eyes and looked at the light curtain again. She had long guessed that Yaoyang's strength had made a leap forward, otherwise it would not have been possible to make so many feats in Siberia. But seeing the astonishing numbers in front of her, Ni Shu still felt that her imagination was a little insufficient.

"The attack power of 110,000 is ...... It's the level of the Martial Sect! Someone said, "Does he already have the strength of a martial sect?" ”

Not to mention Wu Zong, this is still the result of Yaoyang concealing his strength. If he really tried his best to strike, this testing machine would definitely not be able to calculate the result, because Yaoyang's punch could easily destroy this extremely sturdy machine!

No one thinks that Yaoyang is hiding his strength, because everyone in the training camp is competing for the lead, and there are 100 points of strength to show that it is 120 points, how can anyone be willing to hide it. Many onlookers felt that Yaoyang was playing at a super level, and they didn't believe that this was his average strength.

In any case, since the data is not wrong, this is Yaoyang's first test result.

Some good deeds looked through the history of the training camp, only to find that the assessment record in the training camp was "more than 89,000 points". This is a value close to that of the Martial Saint, but unfortunately it is still more than 30,000 points short of Yaoyang's score!

"Are we going to witness the birth of a man with the best results in history?" Someone said in surprise.

Everyone got serious and paid attention to the latest results on the light curtain. They all have a gut feeling that this newcomer is not simple!

In the hall, the only one who witnessed Yaoyang's move was Zhan Rouran. She looked at the number in amazement, and her first reaction was that there was something wrong with the machine.

She recalled Fang Cai's punch, which looked unremarkable, but she didn't expect it to have such explosive power. How exactly did this young man do it, did he hide a powder magazine under his fist?

"Can I move on to the next one?" Yaoyang asked.

Zhan Rouran realized that she was in a daze, she nodded again and again: "No problem, it's okay!" ”

Yaoyang's score is credited, followed by a second body style test. This time, Zhan Rouran's eyes widened even more, wanting to see if Yaoyang could still create miracles.

It's on! Hundreds of beams of light shot out from the instrument, like sharp arrows piercing Yaoyang's body.

Unlike the simulated tests that Yao Yang had tried before, these beams were faster and more accurate, and no matter how he dodged, they would quickly lock on to his position.

If you want to pass this level, you need to dodge for at least sixty seconds, and then score it according to the degree and number of times the beam and body make contact. Yaoyang was distracted at the moment, and Ling Bo's micro-step figure was displayed in a chic and free manner, moving erratically between the beams of light.

"What kind of body is this!" Zhan Rouran was stunned. Yaoyang's figure is like a dragon, tossing and turning, flying up and down. Whenever the beam of light hits his body, he is always able to dodge it without danger. Yaoyang's movements are very weird, some of them are against the common sense of physics, and some even violate ergonomics, but I don't know why Zhan Rouran thinks that Yaoyang's body is very beautiful, just like a beautiful scene, leaving a good memory in her memory.

Yao Yang had long forgotten the frustration of exerting too much force, and he was almost engrossed in the shooting of the pillar of light. Maybe Yaoyang is not a person who pursues perfection, and it doesn't matter how many times the beam hits. But he found that this was a rather rare training opportunity, and the only thought left in his mind was the idea of combining Ling Bo's micro-step and body theory, completely forgetting that this was an assessment that he had already overdone.

Sixty seconds passed quickly, the beams stopped in unison, and the small hall returned to calm.

Yaoyang stopped a little unsatisfied, he just felt excited, and it was over. After the assessment was completed, he decided to find a training ground and practice well, maybe he could make a new breakthrough in the theory of body law.

The machine was running, ready to score Yaoyang. Zhan Rouran was already stupid, and she had a hunch that the score given by the machine might break the record in the history of the training camp.

Ten seconds later, a staggering score appeared on the light curtain.

"Fifty-five thousand five hundred!"

"It's a record breaker again!" Fang Hong had just checked that the highest score for this kind of assessment in the training camp was about 38,000 points, which was set by a free soldier who already had the status of a martial arts sect two years ago. That person cultivated a secret body method, so he could have such a wonderful performance.

Originally, everyone thought that such a high score would not be broken by anyone within a few decades, but they didn't expect that in just two years, a newcomer would be easily broken on the first day of arrival, and it would increase by 17,000 points all of a sudden! This time is really an astronomical amount, and it is estimated that it will be able to maintain a lead for decades.

"Oh my God, who the hell is he!" There was a commotion outside the small hall, different from the initial curiosity that everyone felt about Yaoyang, this time it was a complete shock. Some people have been convinced, while others have a skeptical attitude, and no one in the training ground is cultivating anymore, and it has almost become a vegetable market.

Ni Shu stood in the crowd, excited in her heart. She knew that she had picked up Baole this time, and she had passed two tests, and she was already sure that it was correct.

Yaoyang definitely has the strength of a martial saint, there is no doubt about it!

If she knew that Yaoyang still achieved such a result while hiding her strength, she didn't know if she would faint.

Yaoyang didn't know the confusion he had caused, because the third and final assessment had arrived. The last assessment is very simple, which is to calculate the value of the internal forces.

In the past, this was Yaoyang's shortcoming, but now this is his strongest point. If he is willing, he will release all the internal force at once, and Yaoyang estimates that it will be an astronomical amount.

But Yaoyang can't do that, he has to use good control to control the internal force at a more credible level.

After taking a deep breath, Yaoyang slowly activated his internal force. The funnel formed by the Yi Jin Sutra played a great role, so that his internal force would not rush out of his body like a flood all at once.

It took a full five minutes for Yaoyang, who was sweating profusely, to feel that he was ready, and then he began the test.

Zhan Rouran had been observing Yaoyang all along, and she didn't know why this last and easiest item was so valued by Yaoyang. When her eyes fell on the final result, she was a little disappointed.

“350……”

This is a great achievement for any young person under the age of 20. But compared with the two all-time No. 1 results created by Yaoyang before, it seems a little insignificant.

(To be continued)