When Zhang Ping approached, Hou Zhikun introduced one: Xu Shaoyang.

Xu Shaoyang didn't speak, raised his eyebrows, provocatively stretched out his strong arms, and made an arm wrestling gesture.

With the bright red metal light flashing, the arm instantly turned into a mechanical arm: thick and ferocious, and there was a blade on the back of the hand.

Under Xu Shaoyang's special control, the "skin" outside the arm disappeared, revealing the exquisite mechanical structure inside.

Zhang Ping saw the "arm bone" reinforced by I-shaped steel, and saw pulleys, steel wires, chains, chain wheels and other structures.

Compared with connecting rod systems, this pulley system is much simpler.

Technically, simplicity and simplicity are two concepts: they are the same but not the same.

Both systems have their own advantages and disadvantages, but in the current situation, Zhang Ping smiled gently.

Work with me...

boom!

The steel table was sunk directly, Zhang Ping pressed the other party down and slapped his arm on the table!

Xu Shaoyang looked at Zhang Ping blankly, his eyes circling. He still couldn't react.

"Come again!"

"Okay." Zhang Ping first stretched out his arm.

The members around him surrounded him, and Xu Shaoyang gritted his teeth and completely transformed:

A metal man more than two meters high, like a human-shaped tank, appeared.

Zhang Ping also transformed: 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and reasonable figure; but compared with the other party, he was quite 'weak'.

Xu Shaoyang grabbed Zhang Ping's hand and began to force it, but Zhang Ping's arms remained motionless.

"Put it hard!"

"Didn't you eat milk?"

"Old Xu, he is still a child."

"Old Xu, be quiet at night, it depends on how you are."

"Come on, come on, are the parts rusted? Do you need to apply some lard?"

“…”

Xu Shaoyang gradually stood up, but still couldn't press down on Zhang Ping's arm; suddenly, with a roar, the weight of five or six hundred kilograms in his body was pressed up.

Then everyone's mouths opened.

But seeing Zhang Ping not moving at all, he grabbed Xu Shaoyang's hand with one hand and raised Xu Shaoyang directly!

Extend one hand and raise it high.

With a horse-studded posture, he stretched out his hand and raised an iron giant, the kind that was extremely difficult.

Hou Zhikun exclaimed, "Your arm is under at least ten tons of pressure. This is far more than the power of a level 1.9 evolver!"

"Not ten tons, at least fifteen or sixteen tons, maybe even higher!" A level 2 evolver spoke.

This person became a metal body, and he raised a similar metal man in the same way and experienced it for himself.

"Fifteen or sixteen tons?" The level 1 evolutionists on the scene exclaimed.

Even the commander Zhu Hongzhi, who walked out of the door, came back, watching strongly, with surprise in his eyes.

Everyone is a master of elites and is very clear about some actual situation:

Level 1 Evolution's power can reach 10 tons and can withstand a load of 20 to 30 tons - specific to each person.

But this data is very watery - because the structure of the human body determines that the force will not be dispersed evenly, and it will often gather at a certain point, causing the pressure to explode at this point, which will cause overall damage.

If you take a 10 kg chestnut, the pressure on your shoulders may be 50 kg; the pressure on your spine may be greater.

Improper exercise causes stretching and damage, which is essentially because local pressure exceeds the safety load of the body.

Therefore, Zhang Ping lifted five or six hundred kilograms of "irregular iron blocks" like this, and the pressure on his shoulders was definitely beyond the limit.

For normal ‘level 1 evolution’, the joints on the shoulders will inevitably be twisted and deformed.

But Zhang Ping didn't move at all.

As for Xu Shaoyang, who was a "victim", he was completely confused: his feet were hanging in the air, and his whole body was almost lying on Zhang Ping's hand.

Zhang Ping weighed the palm up and down, threw it away casually, and said lightly: "Let's come again after you're full."

Xu Shaoyang:...

But there was a burst of laughter burst out around him.

Xu Shaoyang turned back into a flesh-and-blooded body, circled Zhang Ping twice, and suddenly said, "Zhang Ping, when I was wrestling my wrist, I showed you my internal structure. What about yours, let me show you?"

Zhang Ping snorted: "If you can't beat it, take off your clothes?"

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"I like this guy. Come to our group."

Zhang Ping looked at it and said that the guy was named Xu Wenjun, the one who said he would guarantee that he would live to 48 hours.

Hou Zhikun snorted coldly, "Forget it, Zhang Ping is in your hands, even if he can live for 48 hours."

Xu Wenjun sneered: "I can guarantee at least 48 hours. But people can't even guarantee 48 minutes."

"You fart!"

"Ha, I heard that a team of people were collectively fighting friendship cannons and calculating the time with their watches. As a result, they were driven out in less than half an hour."

There was another burst of laughter around.

Zhang Ping had a black line, what did this go with what?

However, the team leader Dong Siyuan suddenly spoke, "Zhang Ping, how about coming to our team?"

Hou Zhikun jumped to Zhang Ping like a hen protecting food, blocked someone's sight and shouted: "You just said that you are on five days off."

"Yes, I'll take Zhang Ping to fight the friendship cannon."

"Get out. Zhang Ping is from our group, and this is what the team leader ordered."

The last team leader Zheng Chunping spoke, "Zhang Ping, join someone's group and be careful to become a fast gunner."

Zhang ·小子子子: "Isn't it good to have a fast gunner? Don't you have to fight quickly and decide quickly when fighting? This is the secret to victory!"

“…”

Everyone burst into laughter, but Hou Zhikun's team only laughed awkwardly.

The lively breakfast ended, and Zhang Ping met three other teammates: Shen Congyun, Song Pengyuan, and Lu Naijun.

And Zhang Ping also knows that everyone is: level 1.10!

Each one is a peak at level 1.

"Is it the peak level 1?" Zhang Ping tilted his head slightly and looked at everyone, with a little doubt in his heart: It doesn't look like it.

When he arrived at the base of the group, Xu Shaoyang came over again, reluctant to give up and refused to give in: "Zhang Ping, I've shown you my body, you have to show me too!"

Five men around were watching strongly: Young men, comrades should open their hearts.

Want to see the structure of my metal body? Of course not!

unless……

"Bang!" Team leader Hou Zhikun turned into a metal body and smashed a one-meter metal box in front of Zhang Ping.

The box was very heavy and the ground was sunk directly. Zhang Ping felt the ground under his feet was undulating.

"What?" Zhang Ping was curious.

"Open the benefits of the team. Let's call it Black Iron Armor. Some people also call it Holy Clothes."

Black Iron Saint Clothes?

Zhang Ping's eyes lit up. Although he heard it for the first time, he became tall and tall when he heard it. He was about to open the box. He pressed down his four hands without thinking and held it down.

Xu Shaoyang smiled proudly and said, "Zhang Ping, do you want to open the box? Let your brothers see your body structure."

Zhang Ping immediately showed a serious face: "Isn't it just learning from each other and making progress? The brothers don't even have this patience."

Everyone looked at Zhang Ping in amazement: Yes, little brother, he has thick skin and quick change of face!
Chapter completed!