Wouldn’t it be crazy to have such a talented person come to marry someone?

What is the concept of a seventeen-year-old first-class warrior?

If he did not achieve this through abnormal means, this means that this person has a high probability of becoming a grandmaster.

If such a monster goes to any organization of martial arts practitioners, the leaders of those organizations will definitely be eager to train his successor. Isn't this ten thousand times better than becoming a son-in-law?

At this time, ten thousand questions could not help but arise in everyone's heads.

However, Fan Ming actually walked up to the 800-pound stone lock and stopped.

He looked at the stone lock in front of him and asked the person from the martial arts school who was in charge of the examination: "Can I try this?"

The martial arts gym staff member was stunned for a moment before replying: "Of course, everyone has three chances. Failures will not count, only the best results will be counted."

Hearing this, Fan Ming nodded and started gearing up, as if he really wanted to challenge the eight hundred kilogram stone lock.

He took a deep breath, then bent down, stretched out his right hand to hold the stone lock, gritted his teeth, and raised the veins in his arm with force!

The breathing of all the bystanders couldn't help but pause for a second. No matter how much they didn't believe it before, they began to doubt themselves after seeing Fan Ming's confident expression.

Ten seconds later, several black lines were drawn on everyone's foreheads, and they secretly cursed Fan Ming in their hearts: "Fuck, if you don't have the ability, why are you pretending to be so serious and wasting your feelings?"
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It turns out that in these ten seconds, the stone lock under Fan Ming's hand has almost not moved at all... Oh, this may not be rigorous. It should still have moved a few millimeters, but it may have moved too slowly, and it is very difficult to see with the naked eye.

It’s just hard to see.

Everyone suddenly had black lines on their head.

"This guy really overestimates his abilities! Don't you have a good idea of ​​your level?"

"If you can't lift it, you can't lift it. I almost deceived you by pretending to be like that!"

"I just said he couldn't lift it. You still don't believe it..."

"Don't talk about him, there is no way anyone can lift a stone lock weighing more than 600 kilograms today!"

"..."

Fan Ming listened to the discussion that reached his ears, and the expression on his face did not change at all. He just nodded slightly.

He had never tested his strength before. He had only heard that second-rate warriors could lift nearly five hundred kilograms of stone locks. He was not sure whether he had reached this level.

After trying an 800-pound stone lock, Fan Ming had a rough assessment of his own strength.

So he turned around and walked towards the five hundred kilogram stone lock.

Everyone saw this scene.

"Look, that kid is going to the five-hundred-jin stone lock!"

"No way. If he can lift five hundred kilograms, doesn't that mean he is also a second-rate warrior?"

"A seventeen-year-old second-rate warrior, his talent can be considered excellent. How could he not think about getting married at such a young age?"

"Bad thing! If this kid is really a second-rate warrior, wouldn't it mean that he has another competitor!"

"You really believe what you see! Just now he wanted to lift an eight hundred kilogram stone lock. Did you see him lift it? I bet he can't lift it this time either!"

However, the slap in the face soon came unexpectedly...

I saw Fan Ming placing his right lock in front of his left foot, forming a horse stance, with his hands evenly divided into two palms. His teeth were slightly closed, his tongue was stunned, his eyes were slightly closed, he was guarding the Dantian, and he slowly inhaled to the Dantian, exhaling leisurely.

As the Qi leaves the lung cavity, the internal energy in the Dantian begins to slowly flow through the meridians throughout the body.

Then he took a deep breath to reach his Dantian, exerted energy throughout his body, turned into a left lunge, and grabbed the stone lock with his right hand!

Just listen to him shout: "Get up!"

The stone lock suddenly pushed forward to the left, higher than the head!

Everyone onlookers exclaimed.

He was really lifted up by this kid!

Fan Ming held his breath, straightened his right arm, and locked the stone in the air.

The martial artist on the side was stunned for half a second before he remembered to report.

"One...two..."

Three breaths passed, and Fan Ming's arms were still very stable. Many people could see that five hundred pounds was not his limit.

Someone whispered: "This guy looks like he can add another fifty pounds... It's a bit tricky this time..."

Although among ordinary people, Fan Ming can definitely be called a strong man, with very well-developed and beautiful tendons.

But among warriors, his stature can only be considered lower than average. He is inconspicuous among warriors and does not look like a natural strongman.

In everyone's initial thoughts, even if Fan Ming is a second-rate warrior, he should only be a weak second-rate warrior.

But I didn't expect that he could still lift a five hundred kilogram stone lock with some remaining strength. At least in terms of strength, he can no longer be said to be weak and second-rate.

The few second-rate players present all looked at Fan Ming, sizing up the "strong competitor" they might face in the future.

The two girls on the other side of the attic also noticed Fan Ming.

"Xiao Qing, that man looks so powerful. He can actually lift such a big stone lock...Have you seen this man before?" Zuo Yingfang asked softly.

Su Biqing was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses, but shook her head violently and denied: "Miss, I have never seen it!"

A suspicious look appeared on Zuo Yingfang's face, "You haven't seen it before, so why are you having such a big reaction... Could it be..."

As she spoke, there seemed to be something meaningful in her eyes.

Su Biqing's face blushed slightly, "Miss, don't talk nonsense! He may be your future husband!"

"My future husband... He's not bad looking..." After Zuo Yingfang finished speaking, she lay on the railing with a thoughtful look in her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking about...

Return to the martial arts arena.

Fan Ming casually dropped the stone lock.

The stone lock fell on the soft sand and made a dull sound

A warrior from the martial arts hall on the side walked up and asked: "The results just now are valid. I wonder if you still want to challenge a higher difficulty!"

Fan Ming moved his palms and murmured in a low voice: "Is it more difficult..."

He originally just wanted to test his strength casually before stealing the "companion" of the Sun-Chasing Arrow, and didn't think too much about it.

But just now he lifted the five hundred kilogram stone lock, which obviously attracted the attention of many people.

If he challenges a higher weight, it will be too eye-catching and will not be conducive to his subsequent actions.

Fan Ming thought for a while and was about to shake his head and refuse, but at this moment, a voice came from the crowd.

"Wait!"

I saw a man nearly two meters tall and with a figure like a small "Hulk" walking towards Fan Ming.

Seeing that the other person's eyes were obviously unkind, Fan Ming raised his head slightly and looked at him without fear.
Chapter completed!