"Gollum."

Pombo swallowed a mouthful of spit, still not believing that what he was seeing was a fact and not a dream.

He recalled Liu Ling's previous actions over and over again, over and over again.

He simply walked up, raised his hand, clenched it into a small fist, and shot it at the dynamometer.

It looks simple, unpretentious, and not at all as handsome as Pang Bo's posture, right?

But when that punch came out, it clearly formed a faint afterimage, and the small white fist was hard enough, and violent enough to shatter the steel plate wrapped in cotton, until it ...... Penetrate.

When the people around watched Liu Ling directly destroy the punch test steel plate of this dynamometer with his small fist, they were all shocked to the extreme, and they were dumbfounded in shock, and then cheered for it.

The hotel manager and some of the rich kids were temporarily deaf in their ears as they were shocked by the loud decibels of the cheers.

Even so, many of the pampered rich children did not complain about this, but continued to shout loudly as a way to express their appreciation for today's victors.

The rest of the grip strength test is no longer needed.

Because the minimum force that can destroy a dynamometer is 1000kg, which can only be achieved by those who have broken through the limit of the human body at least ten times.

In their upper circles, there is a sacred and inviolable being, which they are called...... Cultivator!

Only a cultivator can continue to break through the forbidden tenth human body limit after breaking through the ninth human body limit! to have the ability to wreck a dynamometer!

Liu Ling, the fuck, is a cultivator?!

Pang Bo couldn't accept this outrageous reality at all, how could the little white face before suddenly become an incomparably noble cultivator, I must have read it wrong, right...... Right?

Liu Ling shook his fist that was a little reddish on the surface, because of his powerful physique attributes, his fist was still unscathed after penetrating the steel plate, and it was not even broken.

"Pang Bo, this time you lost the bet, you said it yourself, if you are willing to gamble and lose, don't be reckless."

Liu Ling looked at Pang Bo with a blank face and said.

"Liu Ling, you...... Are you a cultivator? Pang Bo asked with difficulty, although he had vaguely confirmed it in his heart, he subconsciously couldn't believe this fact.

"What do you say?"

Although Liu Ling didn't say it explicitly, all the people present already understood, except for a hotel duty manager with a confused face.

At the same time, I also knew why he was able to easily take out a transparent necklace that was more precious than Pang Bo's emerald, and why he dared to easily agree to Pang Bo's bet.

There is only one reason for everything, that is, Liu Ling is a cultivator who can easily destroy the Pang family!

Why wasn't Liu Ling afraid of the Pang family's revenge before, let alone a little Pang Bo? As long as he wants, he can completely destroy everything in the Pang family!

For Liu Ling, who is not in the same world at all, Pang Bo has no qualifications to bargain at all.

So he could only hold back his endless anger and say that humiliating word in public.

Tonight is destined to be a tumultuous night.

The first is that the marriage between the Pang family and the Chen family has been disrupted, and the second is that Liu Ling's name has spread in the upper circles.

On the aristocratic forums, QQ and blogs, he kept repeating a very classic sentence to warn his juniors: Rather mess with the Pang family, don't recruit Liu Ling.

……

Liu Ling, who is the protagonist of these things, doesn't know these things, and he himself quietly left after listening to Pang Bo fulfill his promise, and has now returned home.

Sitting in the living room with his parents, who seemed to have not seen him for several days, while watching the Avenue of Stars on TV, while chatting for a while, Liu Ling got up and walked upstairs and walked back to the room.

"I've been so tired lately."

Liu Ling lay lazily on the bed after changing his clothes, his eyes were blank and he recalled what had happened recently, and by the way, he summed up the experience of several battles in the tomb before, so that he could learn a lesson and strive not to do it again.

By the way, I haven't used it since I bought the materials for the maintenance of the Bingqing Sword, why don't you take care of it and give it a try?

Liu Ling's eyes were casually scanning around the room when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bottle of snow silkworm essential oil resting on the table, and thought so.

If you think of it, do it.

Jumping up from the bed, Liu Ling took the black violin bag against the wall, unzipped it, and pulled out the light blue sword of the Bingqing Sword and put it on his knees.

With his little white hands, he squeezed out some snow silkworm essential oil from it, and Liu Ling used these essential oils to smear the sword body in the way Mike had said.

The body of the sword is extremely cold, and it is about the same temperature as ice, but it does not look abnormal at all when it comes into contact with the air.

Liu Ling felt that there must be something big in this Ice Clear Sword, whether it was being able to resonate with the scales of the Winter Sword Saint or the endless frost formed when he first came into contact with Master Nie, it all showed that this sword was not simple.

However, those powerful ancient weapons don't seem to be simple, and Bingqing should be one of them.

It took about ten minutes for Liu Ling to smear the jaws, stems, handles, grids, spines, blades, and blades of the Bingqing Sword with snow silkworm essential oil, making the Bingqing Sword shine as if it had become new.

A sword is like a lover to a sword cultivator.

At this moment, Liu Ling had a faint understanding of this, and through the previous maintenance, Liu Ling had a certain understanding of the structure of this Bingqing Sword and so on.

Although this may not have been so obvious in terms of the increase in combat power, it has greatly increased Liu Ling's mastery of the Bingqing Sword.

This feeling is as if it was just swinging a sword for the sake of swinging a sword, the movement was a little stiff, and it was not flexible at all, but now swinging a sword is a real swinging sword, swinging a real sword!

Maybe I'll have to do a few more maintenance sessions on the Bingqing Sword when I'm fine.

Liu Ling withdrew the Bingqing Sword from its scabbard and began the cultivation of the Galaxy Sword Technique again.

As soon as the sword technique was activated, the nine stars in the sky sensed Liu Ling's breath, so nine slightly different starlight energies descended at the same time.

The starlight energy quietly crossed the distance of space and landed on Liu Ling's body, combining with his galactic source power, becoming a bridge between Liu Ling and Xingchen, allowing the star energy to slowly transform into a part of the galactic source power.

At the same time, Liu Ling placed a piece of high-grade spirit stone that he was carrying between his hands, and the palms of his hands emitted surging suction, so that the spirit stone energy in the high-grade spirit stone was extracted from it and absorbed into Liu Ling's body, becoming the follow-up reserve for the breakthrough of the third layer of the Galaxy Sword Technique.

Now the second layer of Liu Ling's sword technique has reached 997%, and most of this layer has been completed, and the remaining 03% is only