The second basement floor is also an area the size of a football field, surrounded by various training equipment, and there is a large blank space in the middle.

The most striking thing is that at this time, there is a tall middle-aged man standing in the middle, standing with his back to the crowd, looking from a distance, like a mountain, giving people a sense of calm atmosphere.

The man heard the sound of everyone coming, so he turned around calmly, with a standard Chinese face, not angry and arrogant between his eyebrows, and his eyes slowly looked around.

"Team Leader!"

"General Zhao!"

"Hello Boss!"

......

The team members who were swept by the middle-aged man's gaze put away their previous relaxed and laughing expressions, and they all stood up and saluted with solemn faces, and their names were varied, as if the other party didn't care about these trivial matters.

When the middle-aged man's eyes glanced at Meng Lang, his gaze suddenly stopped, and his originally slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened a little, and they were full of light in an instant!

Meng Lang was stunned, nodded lightly at the middle-aged man, and bowed his head slightly in reply. He was not a soldier at this time, and the salute would be nondescript.

It seems that this is Zhao Gongzi's son Zhao Weiguo, the only one in Huaxia!

It's really a tiger father and a dog, Meng Lang sighed in his heart!

Liu Yanyu took a step forward at this time, saluted Zhao Weiguo and said, "Team Leader Zhao, this is Meng Lang from Guangnan Province. ”

"Well, Meng Lang, welcome to Group A." Zhao Weiguo nodded, and then continued, "Presumably Major Liu has already told you about some of the situation in Group A. ”

Meng Lang nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Zhao Weiguo's expression was solemn, and he said loudly: "Our Group A has its own tradition, who is willing to come out and have a fight with this new young man?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Bi Weiguang, who was carrying a long stick on his back, jumped out first, hugged his fists and said: "Hello Meng Lang, Shaolin disciple Bi Weiguang, please advise!" ”

Meng Lang also learned to hug his fists and said, "Hello, uh, please advise." ”

"Don't you use weapons?" Bi Weiguang stroked his shiny head and asked suspiciously.

"I'm used to my hands!"

Meng Lang secretly thought in his heart, in terms of strength, except for the fact that the team leader Zhao Weiguo was not sure of the situation, no one in the rest of the young members present should be able to resist his full blow!

After all, the power of more than seven tons in one hand is not a joke.

In terms of martial arts skills, his skills with half a bucket of water are definitely inferior to these elite disciples of the sect who have been practicing hard for many years, so he made up his mind to take the route of hard in this competition.

And the strengthened bones covered with layers of graphene crystals of 1 million layers also gave him the confidence to withstand any attack. Although I don't dare to activate my muscle cells with all my strength at the moment, I shouldn't have any problem activating 60% of my cells!

"Good!" Bi Wei snorted, took off the Qimei stick he was carrying from his back with his back, put it in his hand, his face was straight, and said, "The stick is one meter seven long, taken from the 30-year-old Tieli wood core on the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, after eight drying and eight boiling sixteen processes, it is harder than steel!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Bi Wei's wide waist and legs suddenly became stronger, and the internal force that had been practiced for many years instantly traveled all over the body, and the foot kicked towards the ground, and the whole person suddenly jumped up more than a foot high.

At the same time, the Qi Mei stick in his hand with the sound of the whistling wind was like an eagle spreading its wings and fluttering, and it slashed towards Meng Lang like a tiger jumping over a mountain stream, from top to bottom, the momentum was extremely powerful!

Bi Weiguang did not dare to take these abilities lightly, and he had also fought with some abilities in nearby countries in many missions.

It's also a headache for the endless weird methods of the supernatural, so as soon as he makes a move, he uses the internal force that he has practiced hard for many years, and there is also a bit of meaning in trying Meng Langjin!

Meng Lang immediately felt that the wind was blowing, his eyes were stinging, and even his breathing was a little blocked, and he immediately knew that this stick was very violent, and if he was hit, at least he would faint and fall to the ground.

"It's really fierce, it's not an elite disciple of the sect." Meng Lang's heart moved, and he hurriedly dodged backwards.

At the same time, the muscle cells in the arms are quickly mobilized, and tens of billions of muscle fiber cells are like tens of billions of small engines, instantly concentrating energy to start, and powerful energy suddenly fills the hands, surging!

Since this was just an ordinary competition, he did not activate all the muscle cells, and estimated that he mobilized about two-fifths of the cells in his body, that is, about 40%.

At this moment, Bi Weiguang, who had landed on the ground, rushed over with another lunge, and the Qi Mei stick in his hand struck three times in a row, enveloping Meng Lang's whole person in the stick momentum, without giving him a chance to breathe.

Meng Lang's heart froze, and he hurriedly squatted down and sank his horse, just stabilizing his body, and the Qi Mei stick in Bi Weiguang's hand also followed a move to sweep the thousand troops and hit in front of him.

Meng Lang's left hand was like a beam with one arm, and as soon as he blocked the horizontal frame, he immediately blocked the fierce move, and swinged the fierce stick away, hitting each other with sticks and fists.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and it turned out to be equal, not up or down.

"Good!" The members of Group A outside the field saw that the two of them exchanged hands in the field, and immediately cheered, and even the ability Zhao Weiguo nodded with a slight smile!

Liu Yanyu, who was standing next to him, had a pair of beautiful eyes and asked, "Team leader, do you think who of the two of them will win?" ”

Zhao Weiguo pondered for a moment and said: "Bi Weiguang is a Shaolin disciple after all, his martial arts are exquisite, and his internal strength has already been six points of fire from Master Wuyi, so he has a greater chance of winning!" ”

"But Meng Lang is just as capable as you, the team leader!" Liu Yanyu said.

Zhao Weiguo continued: "Although Xiao Meng is an alien, after all, he has not been systematically trained, and he does not have advanced martial arts. The only variable is that we don't know exactly how far his power ability has evolved. ”

Although Liu Yanyu felt that the team leader's words were very pertinent, he somehow flashed Meng Lang's fresh and handsome smiling face in his mind, and always thought that the sunny and confident man on the field had a better chance of winning!

Hua Kexin, the military doctor standing on the side, smiled and said, "Hehe, Sister Liu, you are so optimistic about your lover!" ”

"You dead girl, look for a fight!" Liu Yanyu's face suddenly turned red, and she said angrily.

"Hahaha..."

The members of Group A near the two of them burst out laughing when they heard this, especially the nearest blocker, Wakewen.

Liu Yanyu glared at him fiercely, and this guy covered his mouth with hindsight, his face was flushed, and everyone laughed again when they saw this!

Meng Lang, who was present at this time, naturally didn't know what the people in Group A were talking about, he had just hit Bi Weiguang hard, and the information fed back by the cells in his body made him more confident!

The graphite thin crystal layer is even better than he imagined, and the perfect equilateral hexagon like a honeycomb composed of hundreds of millions of carbon atoms is the strongest shape in nature!

The 1 million layers of graphite are like covering 1 million quilts on the bones, and the external force transmitted in is reduced layer by layer until it is gone.

What's even better is that the current 1 million layers of graphite are only about 0.3 mm thick!