One day of explanation gave Qin Ming a deeper understanding of the Nine Layers Thunder Sword.

He has been constantly studying the inch boxing and deducing the punching. In addition, in the inheritance place of another world, he has read many secrets of boxing and force-generating techniques, and he already has a high-level understanding.

Now coupled with Liu He's explanation of the Nine-fold Thunder Knife, he felt as if a spark of wisdom had been ignited, pushing open the door to truth, and a series of chain reactions took place.

The knowledge of inch fist, punch fist and nine-fold thunder sword has been raised to a high level in a short period of time.

After absorbing and digesting it, Qin Ming took out the dragon's blood in the middle of the night, in the dead of night.

Dragon blood is rumored to be made from the heart blood of king-level dragon beasts, but this is not the case.

Otherwise, where would so much dragon blood come from?

It's just a recipe for excavating ancient ruins.

Qin Ming smeared blood all over his body, sat down cross-legged, and practiced the second level of Xuan Dao Kung Fu.

The second level corresponds to the realm of entering the Tao. In this world, he is the God of War.

The medicinal power penetrated and the skin became itchy. It was an itch that came from the depths of the soul, and there was even severe pain. However, Qin Ming used his skills to guide it, turning it into a torrent of medicinal power.

The strength is enhanced, the defense is greatly increased, the induction is improved, and even the speed is increasing unconsciously. This is an all-round improvement.

My physical fitness has reached a whole new level overnight.

In the early morning, after Qin Ming took a shower, he came to the dynamometer.

There are basically dynamometers in every basement. They are specially prepared for elite students so that they can measure themselves every moment and see their improvement.

Only by constantly improving can you have greater motivation to practice.

This is also the reason why the elite training camp is the best training place in the world.

Snapped……!

With one punch, a storm was set off in the basement. The terrifying power of the punch distorted the air and seemed to penetrate the space.

On the screen, the numbers jumped violently and finally stopped.

Boxing strength value: 91056kg!

"The basic punching strength of a junior God of War is 64,000kg, and the peak strength is 128,000kg. Now I have firmly entered the ranks of the junior God of War. As expected of the dragon's blood, it can lead to a qualitative improvement."

In terms of punching power, there is no difference between the limit of a high-level warrior and the bottom line of a junior war god. In fact, they are qualitatively different.

Once you step in, you will see earth-shaking changes, a fundamental improvement.

"Come again!"

Qin Ming punched again. This time, he used the power-generating method of the six-fold and nine-fold thunder sword. The six-fold punch was seven times of superimposed dark energy with 70% of the power, which was actually 4.9 times the power amplitude.

The power amplitude is 4.9 times, if you tell it, it can scare a lot of people to death.

Looking at elite training camps, how many are there?

Even the top five students may not be able to do everything.

boom……!

The dynamometer almost exploded, and the final value was fixed at 450,000kg.

Punch strength 450000kg?

The basic punching power of a high-level god of war is only 256,000kg. Of course, if it explodes, it will be another calculation.

"I am no longer afraid of ordinary mid-level war gods!"

"Even a high-level god of war can fight!"

"After all, my punching is the secret method that I have the highest understanding of!"

Qin Ming was not proud.

After finishing the meal, I turned on the computer and after a few operations, the corners of my mouth curved up. After a while, the watch rang.

"Brother, there is suddenly one million more in my account. Did you call me?" Qin Lulu's surprised voice came out.

"Is there enough pocket money?" Qin Ming said with a smile.

"Enough, enough, enough, of course it's enough! One million, this is the first time I have so much. Brother, you are so good, huh!"

"It's good to have money?"

"Hehehe, he is a good brother even if he has no money. Of course, it would be even better if he has money!"

Hearing this sentence, Qin Ming was speechless.

At this time, my mother's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Lulu, you are only twelve years old, where did you spend so much money? Transfer to me 950,000, and you can keep 50,000, and the rest

I’ll keep it for you!”

"I don't, my brother gave it to me!"

"What's your brother's is mine too!"

"I won't! Mom, my good mother, just keep it for me. What's the worst if I don't spend it? I just let my classmates see it, hum, let them know that I not only have a good brother, but also a good brother."

It’s Sister Qian!”

"Sister Fian? Where did you learn such nonsense!"

The voice over there left Qin Ming speechless, and he quickly said: "Mom, just keep it for my little sister! I'll transfer 10 billion to you later!"

"Ten billion?" Luo Xia's voice raised ninety pitches.

"Your son has earned 50 billion, so I will transfer some pocket money to you first!" Qin Ming said with a smile, "Don't be reluctant to spend it. For your son now, it is just a small amount of money. By the way, you will see it later.

Tell dad that when I go back, I will give him the water of life so that his broken limbs can be reborn!"

"Water of life? Xiao Ming, can you really get it?"

"Leave it to me!"

"Wow, Xiao Ming, you have really grown up. You don't know that your father has been depressed for a long time because of his broken arm. Even now, he often can't sleep at night!"

"Everything will be fine in the future!"

"Everything will be fine, because I have a good son!"

We chatted for a while and then hung up.

Qin Ming sat on a stool, thought for a moment, sighed, and transferred 10 billion to his mother's account.

His life was uneventful.

Yangzhou City, Mingyue Community, third floor of the Guild Hall.

"Old Qin, I have decided, and this time I have finally decided!" Zhou Jing said loudly, "I am still very young, and I will work hard to have a hundred sons!"

"Old Zhou, what are you so excited about?" Qin Yicheng said with a smile.

"I was stimulated by your son!" Wu Tong interjected. He looked at Qin Yicheng and said quietly, "Your son just entered the elite training camp and did something that shocked the world. That boy, he bet with the old students and won the first prize.

It’s 50 billion, 50 billion, I’ll never make it in my lifetime!”

"My wife called me just now and said that Xiao Ming transferred 10 billion to her. She was so happy that she couldn't find the reason. I thought he missed his son crazy!" Qin Yicheng suddenly understood, and then said excitedly, "

Lao Wu? Really?"

"Is this still false?" Wu Tongtong said, "And his combat power has reached an excellent level. Rumor has it that some forces have offered him tens of billions a year to win over him!"

"That kid won't agree, right? I want to persuade him!"

"Your son has been specially signed by the martial arts school!"

"That's good, that's good!" Qin Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief and beamed, "Old Zhou, tsk tsk, that's where the excitement lies. You still have a chance to have a hundred sons, as long as one of them can enter the elite training camp

, even if it is a basic training camp, you old boy will be developed!"

"We used to be very high-spirited, but now we are getting old. From now on, it will be up to our children. Now Lao Qin is the father and the son, and he has managed to get ahead!" Lao Zhou nodded with approval, "I will continue to work hard. Still.

As the saying goes, as long as there is a successful person, you will make money! After all, this is the best investment!"

"Yes! If you don't succeed at the big one, then practice the trumpet. If you can't succeed at any one, just practice more. I don't believe that none of them can do it!" Wu Tongtong said, "I have to work hard too! When I'm young, I rely on myself. When I get old, I just have to practice the trumpet.

Look at your own children. We are not too old now, so we still have time to practice some trumpet. But when we can’t practice anymore in the future, it will be too late, and we won’t even have a chance to regret it!”

"hey-hey……!"
Chapter completed!