"Weizi, Su Mu, fist power four hundred and twenty-seven!"

As the voice of the singing disciple fell, a cheer rang out in the stands of Weiz.

This is the strongest punch so far, and the first person to break 400.

However, the scene soon fell silent.

The disciple took out a wooden plaque from the box, held it high above the top, and showed it to the five elders, chanting in his mouth: "Vultures, Borta! ”

Everyone present knows that Borta is known for his bravery, and his fist strength reached as much as 445 in the last martial arts competition.

Everyone thought, "I'm afraid this punch will cost five hundred, right?" ”

Bang...... Bang!

Borta lived up to expectations, striking five hundred and twenty punches in two consecutive punches.

"Wushu, Borta, five hundred and twenty fist power!"

The Wushu stands applauded thunderously.

The Wushu elder next to the eight-legged tripod also showed a smug smile, and the disciples looked at each other in shock, secretly praying that they would not meet this person when they were grouped.

Borta withdrew his big fist and glanced back at Bassan, intentionally or unintentionally, with a defiant look in his eyes.

"Sure enough, as the intelligence says, this Borta is infinitely powerful."

Zhao Lin clenched his fists and thought in his heart.

After Borta, the boxing test continued, and several characters that Zhao Lin followed also appeared one after another.

Weiz's McQueen threw four hundred and forty-eight punches.

Xiuzhao's Li Taiqing followed, with a fist power of four hundred and forty-five.

He Liancheng, the chief disciple of the Dayue Liyang Sect, was four hundred and thirty-three.

They were all one step higher than the ordinary disciples, but none of them could get close to Borta.

When the disciples were more than halfway through, the acting disciples took out the wooden card, glanced at it, and read: "Da Yue, Zhao Lin." ”

"Keep it up!"

Xiang Shaofeng patted Zhao Lin's shoulder hard.

Zhao Lin didn't speak, only nodded, slowly walked to the eight-legged tripod, took a step suddenly, and slammed his fist on the target.

The mercury in the crystal pillar suddenly rose to a high level, directly crossed the 400 scale mark, and continued to go up.

Four hundred and eighty, four hundred and ninety, five hundred......

Finally, under the stunned eyes of everyone, it stopped at the scale of five hundred and twenty, and then fell back with a "bang".

"Five hundred...... Twenty? ”

The disciple exclaimed, thinking that he was dazzled.

The five elders also looked at each other, but they didn't expect Zhao Lin to play the same results as Borta.

The disciples couldn't believe it, and someone shouted, "Is this target broken?" ”

"Yes, there must be a problem with the target! He's only twenty years old, how can he play so high? It must have been a broken target. ”

"Elder, can I try again?"

"I want to try ...... too"

Several disciples who had not performed well before took the lead in agitation.

Zhen Hong's face sank, and he shouted: "What's the noise? Each person has two chances, how can you want to do it all over again? ”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Zhao Lin, intending to ask if it was normal.

Zhao Lin remained silent, only nodded slightly.

In fact, he himself was taken aback by hitting such a high punch power, but he quickly figured it out.

After Liu Feiyang's guidance, his wind strength was used more freely, and it was reasonable to increase his fist power by twenty points.

Elder Gao Yun, who was a vulture, smiled slightly, and said, "Elder Xu, I think I can give them a try. It doesn't take much effort to prove that the target is okay, isn't it? ”

Zhao Lin's fist power is the same as Borta's, he won't believe anything, and if he fights with a higher punch power, won't he take the first place?

Even if the target is fine, at least interrupt Zhao Lin's rhythm and disturb his mood, which will be beneficial and harmless to his own side.

The rest of the elders also had the same idea, and they all spoke: "Elder Gao Yun is reasonable, I agree. ”

"Our Lotus Sect's fist target is fine, you can give it a try......"

Zhen Hong got Zhao Lin's signal, put his mind at ease, and sneered: "It's okay, but Zhao Lin has to fight two more punches later, such a fuss will affect his mood, and it will be very unfair to him!" ”

Elder Gao Yun and the others immediately agreed, ordered the two disciples who were in front of Zhao Lin, and asked them to come up and fight again.

Zhao Lin stepped aside indifferently and waited for the two to punch.

The Yuan Realm Elder had a good ear and could roughly hear what was going on, but the disciples in the stands were at a loss.

"Master Lu, what's going on?"

Shangguan Xi pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, but his cultivation was limited, and he didn't hear anything, so he couldn't help but ask.

Although Lu Chaohuan heard it, he didn't know how much punch Zhao Lin had punched, which surprised several elders present, and he was not sure: "Maybe there is a problem with the boxing target." ”

At this time, the two disciples who had re-hit the target had finished punching and walked down dejectedly - the result was no different from just now, indicating that the target was fine.

At this time, everyone's eyes looking at Zhao Lin changed, Borta's face was calm and black, and he didn't say a word.

Zhen Hong laughed, "Now you believe it, right?" ”

The four elders had no choice but to accept, "Okay, you can continue." ”

"Congratulations to Elder Zhen, your country has produced such talents."

Zhao Lin walked back to the eight-legged tripod, calmed down his mood, and punched.

Bang!

The mercury stirred, and again came to the scale of five hundred and twenty.

Zhao Lin didn't stop, jumped backwards, and then advanced forward, and punched again.

"Da Yue, Zhao Lin, five hundred and twenty-two fist power!" The singing disciple shouted loudly.

The school yard was silent for a while, and then there was a lot of noise.

"Multi-...... How much? Did I hear me right? ”

"Five hundred and twenty-two, are you the same as what I heard?"

"Is the target broken? How can it be! ”

"Oh my God, he's only twenty years old......"

The Dayue stands were full of jubilation, and the disciples stood up to celebrate.

Lu Chaohuan looked excited, and couldn't help but pat the railing in front of him hard, Shangguan Xi opened his mouth, but he felt that his chest was blocked by something, and he couldn't speak.

Only Yang Lin looked calm, secretly clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white.

On Wei Zi's side, Elder Gu and Elder Mai's faces were ugly, their faces twitched, and the words that Huo Shan had said before he died sounded in their minds.

"I only regret one thing now. I shouldn't have sent Tuzha and Enli in the first place, I should have taken action myself, and even if I started a war, I would kill the two scourges of Basang and Zhao Lin......"

It's a scourge......

Amidst the noise, the test continued.

It wasn't until near the end, when there were only twenty or so disciples left, that Basang finally appeared.

Basang strode to the eight-legged tripod, his body sank, and suddenly turned into a beast ready to attack, and blasted out with a punch.

The moment he hit the bull's-eye, there was a flash of thunder.

After a pause, another punch.

"Wuche, Basang, fist power five hundred and thirty."

Basang grinned, a mouthful of sharp white teeth glistening in the sun.

(End of chapter)