Chapter 3097

Ling Han continued to fight, in this process, a trace of energy poured into his body, surging in the meridians, broadening his meridians, pushing out impurities, leaving some mysterious energy.

Huhu, Ling Han's boxing speed is getting faster and faster, and even, you can see the shadow left behind.

"Although the cultivation of Tongmai state is determined by the number of meridians, cultivation is cultivation and strength is strength, which can not be confused."

"It's the same pulse, but the width of meridians opened by everyone is different."

"Generally speaking, the power of a pulse is about 500 Jin."

"Five hundred catties of force, this is very extraordinary, to kill a wild wolf with bare hands is no problem."

"However, the limit can reach 800 Jin, which can defeat the tiger!"

Ling Han thought while fighting, his ideal is to break through 800 Jin. Even if his training speed is slow, can he still care about the realm as long as his strength is strong enough?

Strength is the king's way. Everything else is illusory.

All the way from refining body state to Tianzun, does Ling Han still care about this kind of virtual head and brain thing?

He practiced from morning till noon, and finally stopped.

It's not that he is tired. On the contrary, his energy and spirit are excellent to the extreme. However, his meridians are in pain, which makes him realize that if he wants to practice further, his meridians may be broken.

This is too two.

If you want to be quick, you can't achieve it. Everything should be measured.

Ling Han had a good rest, took a bath and had a meal.

Then he went to the basement, where there was a dynamometer.

It's a very rough dynamometer. It's very big. It takes up two-thirds of the place. It's fixed on the ground with huge steel screws.

Facing Ling Han, it's a black iron plate with skin wrapped around it. If you punch it down, you will immediately show your strength.

It's wrapped around the skin. It's protecting your hands, of course.

Ling Leng Cong Qi, and then a blow out.

The energy in the meridians is surging out. Bang, one punch is strong.

However, the dynamometer did not tremble at all, just a number in the beat, and finally, stopped at a number.

"Two hundred sixty-four catties."

"That's it?"

Ling Han is a little dissatisfied. Although he has put aside his once omnipotent God, he has only 200 kg of strength after training for so many days?

A little weak?

"It would be nice to have Wali in. This square boxing is only a simplified version. The effect can't be compared with the real boxing. If the real boxing can be deduced, my entry will be faster."

Ling Han sighs, but Sifang Quan is the foundation of ancient Taoism. Even those elders can only learn three or five forms. How can he inherit them as much as possible?

This can be used not only for cultivation, but also against the enemy. It is very powerful.

"Try boxing."

Ling Han runs the square fist, and then slams another one.

Bang!

There was a ripple in the leather, a dull noise, and the value changed again.

"Three hundred and five catties."

"The blessing is not big, but the victory is steady."

"If I don't use boxing, if I attack continuously with one fist, the strength value will fluctuate between 200 and 260, but after using boxing, I can always keep it around 300 Jin."

Ling Han touched his chin and thought, "how many fists can I swing with my body now?"

He started to test again. If he didn't use boxing, he would keep the fastest speed of punching. He could probably hit a hundred times, and then the speed would slow down. By the time of 300 punches, he would have no strength.

Then, if you use the fist technique, you can hit 150 punches in one breath. Then the two arms seem to be on fire. They are so hot that they can't exert any more strength.

"If I'm fighting people, I have to calculate my own limits. Don't go into a situation where I'm exhausted and have a good fight."

Ling Han did not practice boxing again in the afternoon. He had a good rest, and then the next morning, he began to practice hard.

His progress was amazing. After one day, his boxing strength was raised to more than 290 Jin.

"The effect of the spirit gathering array is very obvious. It makes my entry into the country twice as fast as before

"It's just that my physical strength is not good enough to support my whole day's practice."

However, he did not know that if another person used the spirit gathering array like him, he would not get out of bed the next day.

Ling Han's recovery rate is abnormal.

However, he has not been fully used to the status of ordinary people, and unconsciously he will be compared with his former self, which must be too much worse.

Day after day, Ling Han's entry into China was amazing.

On the tenth day of sun Jianfang's agreement, Ling Han's fist strength has already reached the level of 500 Jin.In theory, he can be the peak of one pulse and open up a second meridian.

However, Ling Han didn't feel that he had widened the stomach meridian of Foot Yangming to the extreme, and there was still great room for progress.

"Young master, the Lord is summoned." Call for snow.

Ling Han nodded. He got up and left the room and went to sun Jianfang.

"Well, do you feel the meridians?" Sun Jianfang asked, although the ten day period is a little short, it should be possible to sense the meridians with the combination of yinmai fruit and Ling Han's genius.

"Sense it!" Ling Han is honest and honest.

Sun Jianfang was very satisfied with his smile. Even with the help of yinmaiguo, he felt the first meridian in ten days, which was extraordinary.

"Good! Good! Good He pointed to the dynamometer in the yard. "Come on, try. How much weight do you have now?"

Ling Han walked past, Ning Quan, the power surging in the meridians, without any boxing techniques. Bang, one punch blows out, and the numerical value flies.

"Five hundred, five hundred and six catties!" Sun Jianfang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Although this little power was not worth mentioning in front of him, a man who had been born for more than ten days and had just sensed his meridians, could actually blow out 500 Jin of power?

Shit, what kind of monster is this?

It's already the pinnacle.

"Genius! What a genius Sun Jianfang had to sigh. He looked at Ling Han, and his eyes became softer. "You're far beyond my expectations."

He thinks that Ling Han's fist power can reach 100 Jin at most. After all, he has just started, but now he is really scared.

If you can cultivate a pulse in ten days, even if the higher the realm is, the slower you will enter the country. But after a year or two, this guy should have twelve pulse, right?

Hehe, he laughs in his heart. He takes it for granted that the more channels are opened up, the more difficult it is to sense new meridians. But he is a person who has come here, how can he not know?

But even if you can reach twelve pulse in five or ten years, it's amazing.

How long did it take to miss him?

Thirty seven years.

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