The so-called "stacked waves" is the superimposed fist strength layer after layer. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The weight of Zhao Qianyuan's punch was 50 kilograms, but the subsequent two or three forces were superimposed, and it was a full 800 kilograms. It's just a random punch he throws out, and if he uses it with all his might, I'm afraid it will be able to hit a number that makes people bite off their tongues involuntarily.

Li Yukui looked at the value displayed on the fist strength testing machine in front of him, and felt that his eyes were dazzled, or the machine was malfunctioning. Then, he felt a chill welling up from the soles of his feet, all over his body, almost freezing him into ice cubes.

Eight hundred kilograms, even the peak students of the elite class can't beat it! How did Zhao Qianyuan transform from a waste wood to a genius overnight? Li Yukui couldn't figure it out.

However, he knew very well that he couldn't provoke Zhao Qianyuan in the future, if he didn't want to be killed.

Eight hundred kilograms, sixteen times that of fifty kilograms, and eight times the strength of his hundred kilograms, Zhao Qianyuan was at least eight times stronger than himself.

When Li Yukui was still sitting in front of the machine in a daze, Zhao Qianyuan had already taken a police car to the police coroner's office.

The bodies of their parents were placed on a cold mechanical table, and they both had a bloody hole in the center of their eyebrows.

The coroner said, "Your parents don't know who they offended, they must have been hit in the eyebrows at close range with a laser gun, and the laser crushed all the tissues in their heads." ”

Zhao Qianyuan stood in front of his parents' corpses, watched quietly, gently put his fingers on his mother's cold forehead, and then felt a familiar breath.

It was done by a mysterious person.

He nodded at the officers and said, "I see, thank you for informing me......"

The police were puzzled by the calm expression of the teenager, and the psychological counseling expert they specially invited gently patted Zhao Qianyuan on the shoulder and said, "Child, it's okay." Your parents have left you, but you still have the government, and the government will take over your parents' jobs to help you...... Don't bear it when you're sad, try to cry as much as you can. ”

Although Zhao Qianyuan regretted in his heart, his grief was not so great, he had already seen his parents' birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows countless times, and the mysterious man killed his parents, maybe he just wanted Zhao Qianyuan to hate him more and have a sense of urgency...... This was the first time the mystery man had made a move, and although he didn't see it, he could imagine the scene at that time.

He coldly and ruthlessly stretched out two fingers, and with a slight touch, two powers condensed by supernatural powers pierced through the eyebrows of his parents, killing them.

In the eyes of the strong, there is no status of the weak, and ordinary people killing people may be cruel in the eyes of outsiders, but in their eyes, killing people by the strong is just a common thing.

"I'm sorry, I can't cry for a while." Zhao Qianyuan said calmly to the psychological counseling expert, "I want to go home now and be quiet alone, is it okay?" ”

"Of course, we'll have you sent back." The psychological counseling expert felt that the child was very pitiful, and the grief was so excessive that he couldn't even cry.

Zhao Qianyuan signed his name on the cremation agreement, although he is not yet an adult, but there are no other relatives at home, he can only sign by himself.

Maryland is a city with a relatively high crime rate, the economy here is more backward than other places, and the government is weak, so killings, robberies, thefts and the like happen from time to time. The policemen, who are accustomed to seeing life and death, have no other way than to express some sympathy for the pity of the young man. A few well-meaning policemen silently stuffed a few hundred star dollars into his schoolbag and didn't tell him. Zhao Qianyuan saw it out of the corner of his eye, but he did not refuse their kindness.

Due to poverty, their family can't even afford to pay insurance, and they have to rely on Zhao Qianyuan to work hard for their future life. If it is an ordinary teenager, he may have been crushed by such pressure and sadness, and he may become an alcoholic in the future, or even an addict who hides in the corner all the time with a runny nose and drooling. However, for Zhao Qianyuan, an old boy, this is not something that cannot be overcome, and his life will not completely collapse due to the death of his parents.

Returning home in a police car, Zhao Qianyuan refused the kindness of the kind police officer to invite him to dinner, and he needed to be quiet and quiet.

Zhao Qianyuan still wanted to enjoy life for the last time and serve his parents for the last time, but he never thought that the mysterious person would be so ruthless.

Master Blue Star once used a metaphor to illustrate such sadness.

The trees wanted to be quiet, but the wind wouldn't stop; The children wanted to be filial to the elderly, but the old man could not wait for the children's filial piety and left.

The death of his parents did not arouse his anger, but he seemed more and more quiet and calm, he had seen too many major events, and some of his thinking was no longer something that ordinary people could keep up with.

He cooked the meal, ate it alone, ate every dish, not a grain of rice, and then washed the dishes and chopsticks and placed them where his mother had always placed them.

Zhao Qianyuan silently watched a TV series broadcast at seven o'clock, life always has to have some hobbies, he likes this girl named Jian Qingge, pure and beautiful, with long light blue hair always makes people feel like the sea, as if there is nothing else to interpret the beauty of her hair except for the cliché description of the sea. Her black eyes are like a deep starry sky.

Even though he had watched the TV series called Deep Blue Battlefield fighting the Darkers a thousand times, even though he could remember every line of each character in it, he still enjoyed watching it, and liked to follow the characters in it as they spoke. Sometimes he is as deep as the stars, and sometimes he is as naïve as a child. A lonely life like the universe has to have some fun.

"Trashy Daks, my warriors will tear their flesh into their stomachs and swallow them, pull their bones out to make bone swords, and strip out their tendons to make big bows!" He said in the contemptuous tone of General Gilbert.

"I've fought at least a hundred battles in my golden armor on a battlefield where the yellow sand blows, but if I don't kill all the Daks, I'll never go home!" He said in the tone of Admiral Robinson.

"Although there are tens of thousands of Darks in front of me, I still have to rush over!" He learned from the great hero Qi Wushu and said in a heroic tone.

"Hey, hey, beautiful little girl, you're going to leave me." He also learned from the evil Darker to smile at the beautiful blue-haired girl.

"As long as there is General Gilbert on the front line, the Daks will not be able to break through our defenses!" He could even say such confident words in the tone of a passer-by.

After watching the two episodes of "Deep Blue Battlefield", Zhao Qianyuan turned off the TV casually, and then sat silently in the center of the living room and began to visualize the Taiji diagram.

It is not easy to enter the dark energy, you need to be able to freely control the pores of the whole body, make the pores close, and then mobilize the power in the tendons and veins, so that it can be beaten.

Mingjin is a big stone and a big hammer; Dark energy is the nails and steel needles hidden in big stones and big hammers.

"If you want to improve your strength as soon as possible, you still need to continue to fight, especially when it comes to Gangjin, you need a life and death crisis to stimulate yourself. Otherwise, you won't be able to break through the threshold of life and death, and you won't want to enter the realm of supernatural powers for the rest of your life! Zhao Qianyuan thought silently in his heart, he slowly stood up, his feet together, his hands on his lower abdomen, his body swayed, but he just didn't fall down, after a while, he stepped out of his legs, his palms were stretched, and the whole person seemed to have become the most stable triangle.

Heaven, earth, and man, the three talents are one, and it is a three-body pose.

The boxing techniques hidden in Taijiquan are always in line with the principles of the universe and always have some philosophy.

Perhaps, this boxing method should not be called Taijiquan in the era of Master Lanxing, but another boxing method, three-body boxing? Or is it a twelve-shaped fist? However, this is no longer possible.

After practicing until late at night, Zhao Qianyuan felt that his stiff spine gradually became flexible, so he smiled, put away his fist, and muttered: "Only by training the spine first can you train the muscles and veins and practice the dark energy." ”

Master Blue Star's words are always very reasonable—only by learning the seventy-two kinds of skills can one be able to laugh at the eighty-one kinds of tribulations calmly.

Zhao Qianyuan packed up his parents' belongings, washed off the sweat stains on his body with cold water, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep slowly.

His Groundhog Day came to an end with the crisp sound of bells from the tallest clock tower in Maryland.

It's a good day, it's a sad day, and it's ...... Lonely day.

The cold wind gently slapped against the window, making the window make a whimpering sound, and then the raindrops fell, and continued to beat, dripping and clicking, making people feel very lonely.

Lonely home, lonely people, lonely wind, lonely universe......

Zhao Qianyuan, who lost his parents, can't talk about grief, but he will be even more lonely.