"Come on, come on, quickly remember to Lao Tzu, my name is Jiang Xiaoliu, and I am from Pingjiang Lane, the holy land of the world. ”

Jiang Xiaoliu crossed his waist and laughed, and a recorder next to him had already stepped forward to operate.

After a while, the tenth place on the power classification list was changed to 'Jiang Xiaoliu, 8888'.

Mu Tongtong also reported the good news to Qi Xuan Ce at the first time, "Mr. Qi's subordinates are really high-level disciples, and they entered the top ten with one punch, and the lower officials admired and admired." ”

Qi Xuance was too lazy to talk nonsense, he just nodded slightly, but said in his mouth: "Jia Ren, you are the first protector of Pingjiang Lane, you should also show your hand to take a look." ”

Jia Ren, the first protector of Pingjiang Lane, was actually subdued by the old man.

The key is that Qi Xuance is not clear about the acceptance process, which also leads to his lack of an intuitive feeling of Jia Ren's strength.

Jiang Xiaoliu, who looked stunned, also said: "Ah Ren, don't be in a daze, let the master see your strength." ”

Jia Ren, who was dressed in a black robe, bowed to Qi Xuance and said dryly: "My subordinates want to fight two punches." ”

This requirement is a bit weird, for a master of their level, there is no possibility of a poor performance in an ordinary basic test, so usually one punch is enough.

But Qi Xuance didn't care, nodded, and motioned for Jia Ren to do it himself.

At the moment when Qi Xuance nodded, in Jia Ren's black robe, a miserable white skull fist suddenly poked out.

The fist was without warning, and the arm bones were extremely long, directly crossing the distance of two meters, and silently smashed on the target of power.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the screen above the target began to flicker, and a word count floated out.

102。

......

The silence in the crowd could be heard as a needle drop, Jiang Xiaoliu grew his mouth, and Mu Tongtong also showed an embarrassed look.

What is 102 kg?

To put it mildly, an ordinary adult can pick it out when he is full.

But Qi Xuance was not in a hurry at all.

Jia Ren was subdued by the old man, which is actually an honor, and this alone is enough to prove Jia Ren's strength.

And

Isn't that just the first punch!

But Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: ", Ah Ren, what are you doing, 102 kilograms is not as big as Lao Tzu's fart, is there a mistake, big guy?"

Jia Ren ignored him, instead closed his eyes for a moment, and then walked over step by step, raising his fist.

The slowly rising skeletal arms looked extremely thin under the long sleeves of the black robe, and the amplitude was very small, and it didn't even show the slightest bit of power.

But it's just an ordinary punch.

But when he slowly approached the power target that was quietly levitating, he let the air break apart layer by layer.

The air seemed to have turned into a mille-feuille paper, and Bai Sensen's skeletal fist was a needle, piercing layer by layer, swinging open, until it was more silently imprinted with the target of power.

A large amount of black light circulated wildly on the target, and even where the fist surface touched, a depression began to form.

"What?"

"Look at the numbers!"

"Really?"

A burst of exclamations erupted from the undead crowd, and at the moment when Jia Ren hit the target of power with a punch, the value of the screen above soared all the way and quickly broke through the five figures.

Finally, it was frozen in 18626.

Yes.

18626。

It's 1 more than the 18625 value of the third disciple of the African Emirates Lands.

It's a fantasy plot, but it just happened.

Jiang Xiaoliu's originally grown mouth was about to dislocate, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself, only then did he recover from his surprise, and looked at Jia Ren with a dog's expression.

At this time, everyone understood the reason why Jia Ren threw the second punch.

He was testing the force standard of the power target, the 102 kg of the first punch, just to accurately grasp the 1 that the second punch just exceeded.

Then, people who understood all this fell into an even greater shock.

With such an accurate grasp, doesn't it mean that this black-robed strange man has not done his best?

Jiang Xiaoliu squirmed his mouth, and finally muttered: "I'm a big, Ah Ren, do you want to show off like this, as the chief disciple of Pingjiang Lane, I'm so stressed." ”

Mu Tong Tong was more direct and shouted: "Recorder, hurry up, update the data for your guests." After that, he turned back to Xuan Ce, and said eagerly: "The Holy Land of Pingjiang Lane, it's really just a matter of not making a move, and as soon as you make a move......, you will come out on top! Xiaguan witnessed the birth of a new record, wow. ”

Qi Xuance, who was standing with his hands in his hands, looked at Jia Ren quietly, but replied lightly to Mu Tongtong: "My lord is too polite. ”

Jia Ren turned around and bowed deeply to Qi Xuance, "The way of the subordinates is very good, fortunately it does not disgrace the prestige of Pingjiang Lane, and lives up to the expectations of adults." ”

"Well, it's fine. ”

Qi Xuance waved his hand, didn't say much, turned to Mu Tong and said, "Master Mu, what about the rest of the tests, let's come one by one today." ”

Jia Ren's strength is indeed beyond Qi Xuance's imagination, and the most important thing is that one punch of eighteen tons does not seem to be his limit.

It is definitely a very happy thing to have such a subordinate.

But the reason why Qi Xuance behaved so indifferently was self-restraint on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was even more shocked by the strength of the old man.

The old man of his own family is always in the waves, refreshing his cognitive ceiling again and again.

When Jia Ren was subdued that day, Qi Xuance saw clearly that the fight between the old man and Jia Ren did not show the scene of 'one punch and eighteen tons' at all, the old man at that time was more like a street brawl boy, and Jia Ren, who kicked and kicked, couldn't take care of himself.

Now that I think about it, the old man is simply powerful and unreasonable.

Qi Xuance here behaved indifferently.

Jia Ren over there is still a lighter breeze, and he is still lifeless under the black robe.

Only Jiang Xiaoliu continued to have an incredible look on his face, looking at Jia Ren, and there was still some admiration.

Mu Hitomi smiled politely: "In addition to strength, there are speed, reaction nerves and willpower, Mr. Qi, which one do you want to test first?"

Qi Xuance said: "You are the host, and the guest is as you please." ”

"Alright, please come over here. ”

Mu Hitomi smiled and led the way, but walked to the left of the hall, and there, there stood a faint curtain of light.

The curtain of light resembles a huge door, about three meters high, with a thin layer of many incumbent subtle symbols constantly wandering on it.

"This is the 'Gate of Isolation', which was set up by the three saints of our clan personally, and has the function of stripping off the bloodline, energy, and all supernatural abilities of the body, of course, it must be weaker than the three saints of our race, and the user agrees before it can take effect. ”

It's an interesting setup.

Qi Xuance looked up and down at this 'Isolation Gate', and found that this thing did not appear out of thin air, but was directly embedded in the void, and those tedious and flickering subtle symbols on the door should have the effect of stabilizing the space.

Stripping others of their abilities is similar to their own 'Blood, Soul Stripping of Pingjiang Alley'.

It's just that the 'Isolation Gate' is for testing purposes and is not mandatory, while the latter can be used on its own initiative.