Ling Feng returned to the martial arts, habitually picked up the mop and prepared to mop the floor, after Zhang Tiezhu saw it, he grinned and said, "Crazy, you don't have a salary for mopping the floor now." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile when he heard this, but he didn't put down the mop in his hand and said, "It's okay, anyway, on the first day of being a coach, I don't know what to do, so I will help you mop the floor of the martial arts hall first." Pavilion Master Zhao estimates that it will take at least two or three days to recruit another person to replace me, and you will have to work hard to clean the martial arts hall alone in the past few days!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhang Tiezhu said with a smile, "What is this little job, by the way, you kid don't forget what you promised me yesterday!"

Ling Feng dragged the ground neatly, and replied without raising his head: "Don't worry, classmate for so many years, when have I ever lied to you?"

Half an hour later, Zhao Haitian rushed into the martial arts hall in a hurry, and when he saw that Ling Feng was still mopping the floor, he immediately jumped to his feet and scolded: "Stinky boy, what are you doing here? Don't you know that time is pressing? Don't you know that the outcome of this fight in the ring is related to Lao Tzu's net worth?" The exaggerated roar suddenly made the martial arts hall buzz, Ling Feng could only put down the work he was doing with a helpless face, made a helpless expression towards Zhang Tiezhu, and then looked at Zhao Haitian and said, "Pavilion master, I really don't know what to do now!"

"Ling Feng, why don't you have a snack?" Zhao Haitian's facial features suddenly crowded together with great excitement, and he said bitterly, "Alas...... It seems that Lao Tzu is on the wrong path this time. Forget it, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, stinky boy, let me ask you, have you ever participated in the martial arts test?"

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "No." At this time, Zhang Tiezhu muttered beside him: "I participated in the customized product test, and I will do chores in your martial arts hall?"

"Then start doing a mock test now!" Zhao Haitian said categorically, "There is a set of equipment on the third floor of the martial arts hall to simulate the customized test, although you can't order products here, but at least you can understand your real strength now! Know yourself and your opponent, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles, stinky boy, if your strength is too poor, I advise you to prepare to run away as soon as possible, it is difficult to really lose and kowtow to others!"

"Let's go, hurry up!" Zhao Haitian didn't allow Ling Feng to answer at all, grabbed Ling Feng's arm, and walked towards the stairs.

The third floor as a whole is an empty large open room, with an area of more than two hundred square meters, which is furnished with all kinds of equipment, as a handyman in the martial arts hall, Ling Feng has naturally cleaned here, and understands the role of these machines, but he has never tested his strength with these instruments. Most of the time, it is those students who think they have made a breakthrough in the martial arts gym practice and will apply to come up for the test.

"Stinky boy, do you know how many test items there are in the martial arts test?" Zhao Haitian clasped his arms in front of his chest at this moment, said solemnly, and did not wait for Ling Feng to answer, and then said, "The first is speed, the second is strength, the third is explosiveness, and the fourth is pressure resistance. You go to the speed test machine first!"

Although Ling Feng had not personally used these instruments, he knew the function of these instruments, and walked directly in front of a long runway-like instrument, which was about twenty meters long, and next to it was a row of LCD monitors.

"Walk to the starting point. Zhao Haitian pointed to the end of the runway, said to Ling Feng, and then clicked a few times on the LCD monitor.

"Alright, now you run the track as fast as you can. Ling Feng made a clear gesture towards Zhao Haitian, adjusted slightly, his body was like electricity, and he was at the other end of the runway in an instant.

"Ding!" suddenly a number appeared on the LCD display: 39.7m/s.

"Damn, you kid, the speed is so fast, it has exceeded the level of ordinary first-grade martial artists!" Zhao Haitian saw this number, and immediately shouted excitedly: "More than 39 meters per second, the standard of a first-grade martial artist is a speed of 100 meters in 3 seconds, which is converted to 33.3 meters per second, your speed has exceeded the minimum standard of a first-grade martial apprentice, and you are also a leader among first-grade martial apprentices." I'm only slightly faster than you right now. Not bad, not bad, hahahaha, no wonder you kid stole the 'Wind Palm', it turns out that you are good at speed and have brains!"

Ling Feng was also shocked at this moment, this speed was a big improvement compared to his previous self-test, it seemed that his own free pile method was really a good thing.

"Okay, with such a speed, Lao Tzu's heart has also been set a lot, hahahaha! Come, come, now test the strength, you burst out your maximum strength, hit this machine. Zhao Haitian couldn't wait to see what level Ling Feng's strength had reached at this moment.

There was a loud bang, and then a number appeared on the strength tester: 1887kg. One punch down, nearly two tons of power. "Whew!" Zhao Haitian grew his mouth at the moment, kept exhaling outside, stared at Ling Feng with a pair of bull's eyes, and said for a long time: "What did you kid grow up eating?

Ling Feng shook his head, and said secretly in his heart: Fortunately, he controlled his strength a little just now, otherwise he wouldn't have dissected himself directly from the Anomalous Biology Research Institute.

"High-level martial apprentices are all masters who have practiced Ming Jin, but the limit of Ming Jin masters is two tons of punches, and beyond the limit of two tons, that is the dark strength master, which is what we usually call a martial artist. My current punch strength is about 1850kg, and you are actually about the same as me, how did you do it?"

Obviously, Ling Feng's strength can also be regarded as beyond the level of ordinary first-grade martial artists, and he can be regarded as the best among first-grade martial disciples.

In the next explosive power test, Ling Feng also reached the level of a first-grade martial artist, only the pressure resistance test, and there was still a slight distance from the first-grade martial artist.

In the end, based on the test results, Zhao Haitian was still very satisfied, Ling Feng's martial arts grade should be a quasi-first-grade martial artist, and he already had the strength to compete with the real first-grade martial artist.

Patting Ling Feng's shoulder, Zhao Haitian nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Stinky boy, this test is also beyond my expectations, I didn't expect that our brother martial arts hall really produced a talent this time, no! It is a genius! Haha, a seventeen-year-old quasi-first-grade martial artist, I am afraid that the whole of China will be shaken by it! Not long after, my brother martial arts hall will be famous all over the world." However, Ling Feng, you have to remember that although you now have the basic qualities of a quasi-first-grade martial artist, in addition to the basic qualities, martial arts and experience are also very important, these are the things you lack the most now, do you know?"

Ling Feng nodded solemnly, and then said without any restraint: "Since Pavilion Master Zhao thinks that I lack experience and martial arts, then make up for me!"

Zhao Haitian's expression suddenly became extremely entangled, and it took a long time before he decided, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! I'll make it up to you, you will become famous in the future, but don't forget Brother Martial Arts Hall and my old Zhao." From today onwards, you practice my martial art 'Golden Bell Jar', which can just make up for your lack of ability to resist pressure, and when the time comes, with the 'Wind Palm', ordinary first-grade martial artists will definitely not be your opponents." In addition, in addition to practicing martial arts in the morning, I will take you out in the afternoon to increase your actual combat experience. ”

"Go out and increase your actual combat experience?" Ling Feng wondered, "How to increase it?"

Zhao Haitian grinned, looked at Ling Feng and said, "Kick the hall." ”