Chapter 3097 (1/2)

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.”