Resurrection of Reiki: a Billionfold Talent

Jiang Yuan said with his hands behind his back: "Old lady, I'll go out to get some air, and I'll be back later."

Murong Qingyue, who was wearing an apron, did not reply: "I cooked some red dates for you, remember to come back early to eat, otherwise it will be cold."

"Well." Jiang Yuan responded and walked out.

Chapter [-]: Crazy Growth of Combat Power

Walking on the road of the community, some young people who ran and exercised at night greeted him warmly.

"Good evening, Grandpa Zhang!"

"Good evening." Jiang Yuan also greeted people with a smile on his face.

Everyone respects Jiang Yuan very much, not for anything else, just because he is an old soldier, the first group of soldiers who resisted the cataclysm on the front lines of mankind and guarded their homes.

After walking for about ten minutes, Jiang Yuan came to the southeast corner of the community, where there was an open-air fitness center for the elderly.

Different from the fitness venue in the previous life, there are some strength exercise equipment here, and there is also a strength testing machine in it.

Only one meter high, it looks like a tombstone, with a six-inch screen on top.

Such machines are all over the city, allowing people to test their strength.

However, this kind of machine in the community is a bit outdated, and it is also an old generation machine. The limit test is [-] pounds.

It seems that [-] jin is not much, but there are not many warriors in the entire community, not to mention a martial artist with a boxing strength of [-] jin, which is completely enough.

Jiang Yuan looked around like a thief.

Because of the rain during the day, the ground water was very serious, and no one came to exercise. Jiang Yuan was relieved and walked in front of the machine.

"I am no longer a martial artist because of my blood and blood. I am afraid that my fist strength is only more than [-]. The minimum distance for a martial artist is [-], which is [-] short of one hundred, and I can't play the first-level boosting effect of Zhenquan. I don't know how to comprehend it. After the whole book, can it be effective?"

Jiang Yuan was still very nervous in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and his face gradually became solemn. The thing in front of him didn't seem to be a machine, but a terrifying beast.

His fists clenched suddenly, and a punch came crashing down.

boom……

The fist hit the machine, the whole machine trembled slightly, the screen lit up, and a line of numbers appeared.

4 catties

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuan's eyes flickered.

For this result, he had already predicted.

"If you don't use the shock fist increase, the test three days later will definitely be the title of martial artist. At that time, I will give the greatest financial support."

Jiang Yuan's eyes sharpened, his fists raised again, he closed his eyes slowly, and opened them suddenly in the next second.

The fist also hit out instantly.

All the knowledge about Zhenquan in his mind, running fast.

For this punch, he used the first boost of the shock fist.

boom……

At the moment when the fist and the machine collided, the machine vibrated violently and floated, and the sound of clattering continuously resounded, and the original 4 rose wildly.

It finally stopped at 4 pounds.

Seeing this row of numbers, Jiang Yuan's pupils widened, he took a deep breath into his chest, and it took a long time to slowly spit it out.

"I I I..."

Jiang Yuan was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. After five years, he once again hit the boost of the shock fist, and tears almost flowed out of excitement.

To become a martial artist, an ordinary person needs a minimum punching power of [-] jins, which belongs to the primary martial artist, and when the [-] jins is an intermediate martial artist.

Three thousand catties of boxing power belong to high-level warriors, and if you go above, breaking through ten thousand catties is a martial artist.

In the city, the lowest level of martial arts instructors is the level of martial arts instructors, who are in charge of martial arts halls or college coaches. They are powerful and their monthly allowances are huge, exceeding six figures.

"This is only the first increase of Zhenquan, the second and even the highest ninth! Can I beat it?"

Jiang Yuan's heart was agitated, and his face became a little rosy because of the excitement.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuan closed his eyes, and according to the knowledge he had learned before, he suddenly opened his eyes in the next second, and punched the past.

boom……

This time, the vibration of the machine was more obvious. In an instant, the sound of clattering resounded again, and the number continued to grow wildly.

The final set is in kilograms.

"hiss……"

This time, Jiang Yuan couldn't believe his eyes.

It really doubled, and the original strength doubled.

"Nine times..."

Jiang Yuan muttered to himself, a little unbelievable, his whole body was shaking with excitement, nothing shocked him more than this moment.