"What is the measurement upper limit of this machine?" Qin Fangyang patted the strength test machine.

"One hundred thousand jin."

Qin Fangyang's eyes turned around on the people and said, "Wanlixiu, you can test it first. Everyone is ready and test it for two rounds."

"good."

Wanlixiu took one step forward.

"At this position, take a mountain climbing step, concentrate all your strength, and punch it must hit the target."

"Understood."

Wan Lixiu concentrated his luck and suddenly set off his posture, roared and rushed out like a muffled thunder. With the moment of punching, his hair seemed to be suddenly encountered in a hurricane and suddenly raised it backwards.

Just looking at this posture, Luo Lie, an expert in cultivating, immediately blurted out: "Damn!"

Few students who have entered the innate realm can beat this kind of momentum.

boom!

Wan Lixiu hit the bull's eye with a heavy punch. With a bang, the big iron ball that was worried about suddenly bounced up. It was pulled up by a spring three and a half feet. It was still stuck in the air for a moment before it landed.

One side.

Luo Lie opened his mouth wide suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

On the screen, the values ​​are like tides, and finally frozen on a number.

"Fifty-eight,500 kilograms!"

"Li Chenglong, record." Qin Fangyang's voice was very stereotyped, neither sad nor happy.

Deep in my eyes, a deep feeling flashed. Some time ago, the firewood was over, and I burned my own indoctrination without hesitation, but it was still effective.

These people have good roots and bones, and by indoctrinating them all at all, Qin Fangyang knew this.

But being able to produce such a value is enough to prove Wan Lixiu’s usual efforts!

His own indoctrination is not worthy of Qin Fangyang's pride; but Wan Lixiu's own efforts made Qin Fangyang deeply feel worthy!

Very relieved!

After all, I did not let my efforts down.

"yes."

Li Chenglong neatly recorded this digital work on the small piece of paper he brought: Wanlixiu, 58,000.

Wan Lixiu maintained the position of punching, looking at the screen with her eyes fixedly until the number is frozen. Then she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of regret flashed in her eyes.

Still not exceeding 60,000 kilograms!

It was only a little bit late, what a pity. She sighed softly.

Luo Lie widened his eyes and looked at Wan Lixiu like a ghost.

What's going on with this Wanli Show? Why do you still seem to be unsatisfied with it?
Chapter completed!