Chapter 655

At this moment, ah long looked at Li Qiao, picked the tip of his brow, and made an invitation gesture to the instrument, "Miss Li, it's your turn."

The master's wife dares to say that their three Hall members are not as good as a female boxer. Today, let her see what is the real strength of the dark hall.

Li Qiao nods to a long and goes to the instrument to have a look. His strength is 897.

The speed and strength of ordinary people's boxing will not exceed 800, and the strength of these people can not be underestimated.

She pinched the sleeve at her wrist and pushed it slowly over her forearm. Before she could move on, there were already members of the third hall whispering in the crowd.

"I'll bet on Ron."

One has two, and the crowd raised their hands one after another, "ah long, add one."

"Two more."

"Three more."

"I bet Miss Li wins."

"Ah long, add four."

"Five more."

"Miss Li, one more." Zuotang exit, like a spring breeze, scattered around the training hall.

The members of the third hall whispered in an instant, "master of the third hall, how can you grow other people's ambition and destroy your prestige?"

Zuotang stood near the tester, nuzui, "do not believe you see."

Li Qiao stretches her bones, smiles at Zuo Tang, and punches directly in the next second.

The speed of her punch is also very fast, and the numbers on the screen flicker and jump very fast.

The audience held their breath to wait. In the twinkling of an eye, the numbers stopped and there was a complete silence.

For a long time someone murmured: "good luck, more than a long number."

Li Qiao's first punch, 898.

Ah long stepped back in silence and bowed to Li Qiao. "Miss Li, give in."

Everyone: "yes."

Shut up if you don't have a fuckin 'culture.

Is that the way of acceptance?

Li Qiao glanced at him faintly, and the word "promise" was on her lips. It was neither saying nor saying.

Zuo Tang greets the second boxer with a smile.

The other side is similar in height to a long, with a strong body. The training suit is tightly attached to the body, and the biceps is very clear.

One punch down, the number shows: 976.

Li Qiao did not have two words, but also followed the boxing, boxing strength value: 977.

At this time, Zuo Xuan, who was behind Shang Yu, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Li Qiao's hand. "Hall leader, how much is Miss Li's real strength?"

One was a coincidence, but after two punches, there was a clue.

Miss Li is deliberately controlling power.

Shang Yu was sitting in a lazy chair, his slender legs stretched and folded in front of him, his eyes fixed on Li Qiao for a moment, and his eyes filled with a smile, "who are the highest records of those people?"

Left Xuan low Mou is glaring at a man, nod, whisper, "is the last, a Yan, just broke 1500 last month."

"Well, it should be taller than him." Shang Yu's eyes don't squint at the direction of the tester. The light tone makes Zuo Xuan listen to a calm show off.

All right, let's see.

On the other side, the second member saw Li Qiao's figure and bowed to her with a simple smile. "Miss Li, give in."

Zuo Tang lowers his head and pinches his eyebrows. No matter what the result is today, this group of simple and simple people completely expose their cultural shortcomings.

They are simple minded and dazed.

Soon, the third member punches, value: 999.

Li Qiao followed closely, with a value of 1000.

At this point, everyone saw something.

They looked at each other and murmured in a low voice, "is Miss Li more frustrated and more brave, or stronger when she is stronger?"

"The more frustrated, the more brave? If you look closely, is she frustrated? "

"That is, when you are strong, you are strong."

"If you say that, I'll call brother Chen over to compete with Miss Li. If she can play 1891, I'll kneel down and call dad."

In the next three minutes, five more players came on.

May be not believe evil, everyone riveted enough strength to hit the instrument.

The highest score has exceeded 1100, and Li Qiao's indifferent expression has gradually become more serious.

The eighth member's strength: 1128.

When it was Li Qiao's turn, she stood in front of the instrument and stopped for a moment, as if thinking about something.

The main reason is that the value of fist force is higher and higher, so it is not easy to control the speed and strength.

After hesitating, Li Qiao lashed her fist. With the numerical jump, other people's hearts were raised.

It is estimated that 1129？

As soon as the idea came into being, the number on the screen came to 1184.

Li Qiao looked up at the ceiling of the training hall. It was hard to control.

Then she heard the eighth voice: "Miss Li, please accept."

Zuo Xuan can't help sighing, they are all good fighters, but the level of education is really worrying.The one on twenty game ends in half an hour.

Li Qiao passed the customs with a score of 12-8.

It's as if she did it on purpose. After she won 60%, it's as if she didn't have much interest.

The strength of each punch is between 800 and 900.

The last few words of acceptance have reached the meaning.

……

At the end of the contest, Li Qiao walked to Shang Yu and sat down with her toes hooked on the lazy chair beside her. She relaxed.

A cup of warm water came over from the side. The man wiped the thin sweat on her forehead with his finger pulp. His eyes were gentle and spoiled. "Tired?"

"A little bit."

It's not boxing that's tiring, it's controlling strength and speed.

If she starts with enough strength to smash the tester, I believe that no more than ten times, she will take off the force.

It seems that the test of fist strength is very simple, but in fact, there is a mystery behind it.

The winning rate is set at 60%, which must be the result of countless actual combat tests.

Most of the ordinary people are eager to win.

There is no reservation in boxing. In this way, there is no doubt that you will lose.

Later, she didn't build up her strength again. It was not that she was indifferent to the desire to win or lose, but that she was really tired.

Li Qiao sipped the cup in her hands. Her hair was pulled behind Shang Yu's ears. As soon as it was dark, she saw him leaning close and asked in a low voice, "have you ever done a boxing test before?"

"Yes." Li Qiao recalled the tester in the poor kiln. Her eyes flashed, "I played in the border a few years ago."

The man thin lip lightly Yang, "how much highest?"

Li Qiao seriously thought about it. The picture in her memory was very vague. She could only remember the general outline. "It seems that it was less than 1500, but it was a few years ago, and the border tester didn't have this accuracy."

Li Qiao doesn't think she is strong, she just takes the lead.

In those years, she experienced a lot of training, including almost all the examinations of the three halls, which can also be called hell mode.

Hearing this, Zuo Xuan said: "I'm not sure." It turns out that the hall leader didn't brag.

While Li Qiao was drinking tea, Shang Yu held her hand and gently kneaded it. He told her in a deep voice, "the second unarmed combat, don't rush forward, just do your best."

"How many pairs?" The first one is one to twenty. If she fights one to forty, she will not be surprised.

Then, Zuo Xuan whispered behind him: "Miss Li, it's one-on-one, you and Zuo Tang."

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