Lin Tian clicked his tongue when he heard Zi Feipeng's introduction to the strength testing instrument.

The punching force is three thousand kilograms?

This is definitely beyond the power of a normal human being.

Zi Feipeng seemed to see the doubts in his heart and explained to him: "The strength of ordinary people is generally about a hundred kilograms.

Masters among ordinary people, such as Tyson, he punched with a force of more than 200 kilograms.

However, among us ascetics, this level of power cannot even be achieved with acquired cultivation.

The minimum standard for entering the acquired level is to have a strength of 500 kilograms."

Lin Tian nodded and said: "If you put it this way, if the ascetics join the world, the rankings in the martial arts and sports circles will not be like this."

Zi Feipeng nodded and said: "It is a consensus that cultivators of certain sects should not join the world. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos."

Lin Tian understood.

Zi Feipeng said to Cui Lin: "Cui Lin, please show Mr. Lin how to use the test instrument."

The reason why he judged that Lin Tian had the potential to practice Taoism was because Cui Lin mentioned a detail to him. Lin Tian knocked Cui Lin away several meters away with a palm.

This is not something that ordinary people can achieve with their strength.

Cui Lin weighs close to 180 kilograms, and Lin Tian can hit him several meters away, which means he has at least several hundred kilograms of strength.

He had reason to believe that Lin Tian was the material for cultivating Taoism.

Cui Lin came to the sandbag, turned around and explained to Lin Tian: "Mr. Lin, clench your fists and hit the sandbag with all your strength.

In order to maintain the accuracy of the data, we will punch the sandbag three times, and finally combine the three data to get an average value, which is the closest data we have."

Lin Tian nodded to show that he understood what he meant. Cui Lin clenched his fist, pulled it back, burst out with strength, and smashed the sandbag hard.

"Snapped!"

As the impact sounded, the test instrument next to it immediately turned on a green light, and several red numbers appeared.

When Lin Tian saw it, his eyes widened.

"652 pounds!"

This number is a bit scary. Just now Zi Feipeng told him that boxing champion Tyson's strength is more than 200 kilograms, and Cui Lin's strength has already surpassed Tyson.

Doesn't that mean Cui Lin is more powerful than the boxing champion?

This is the difference between those who practice Taoism and ordinary people. In their eyes, a being that ordinary people think is very powerful cannot even step into the threshold of Taoism.

Seeing this, Lin Tian also became a little curious about his own power.

However, he didn't want to show all his strength in front of everyone.

He made a rough estimate in his mind of the power he might achieve.

His body cannot be compared with ordinary people. It has been improved by spiritual energy and has gone through the process of cultivation in the bead space.

He recalled his strength when he fought with others before, and had a vague concept in his mind.

Yes, what Zi Feipeng and the others thought of, Lin Tian also thought of.

In addition to beating up Cui Lin, Lin Tian also beat up a retired special forces soldier in the royal KTV. These men all weighed more than 150 kilograms. His strength must have been several hundred kilograms.

After thinking about Cui Lin's strength, Lin Tian felt that he should be on par with him.

However, he couldn't figure out the specific number.

While Lin Tian was thinking wildly, Cui Lin punched a second and third time, and the instrument finally gave him a comprehensive number, which was 671 pounds.

Zi Bingbing's eyes lit up.

"Cui Lin has made progress again. The last time I tested with you, I remember your score was 668 pounds."

Cui Lin touched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I should have made greater progress, but I didn't expect that I only improved by three pounds. I still neglected training. I should have been able to do better."

Zifeipeng said solemnly: "Cui Lin, try to break through to 680 pounds before the competition."

Cui Lin said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Zi Feipeng looked at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes softened a little.

"Mr. Lin, it's your turn. Come and try it."

Zi Gaoyang and Zi Bingbing expressed doubts about whether Lin Tian had the potential to practice Taoism.

Zi Bingbing had a prejudice against Lin Tian. She had never played against Lin Tian. When she was working at Lin Tian's place, she saw that Lin Tian was lazy and only played with his mobile phone all day long. Coupled with Lin Tian's thin body, she felt that Lin Tian must be an ordinary person.

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Zi Gaoyang was prejudiced in his heart, but the premise was that he found that his sister had a different attitude towards Lin Tian and felt that Lin Tian was a threat to him.

He felt that Lin Tian, ​​a lazy man at such a young age who had never practiced martial arts and only knew how to farm, was definitely not as capable as his grandfather imagined.

If he has such great potential, why is he still hiding in a small mountain village and living a poor life without fighting against the world?

You can live a good life by working as a personal bodyguard or seeking refuge with a sect.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Lin Tian clenched his fist and hit the sandbag.

The second before his fist hit the sandbag, he subconsciously withdrew some strength.

No one would have thought that Lin Tian wanted to take back his strength.

Under such circumstances, everyone wants to do their best to show their ability, and no one will deliberately make themselves look weak.

"Snapped!"

After Lin Tian punched him, the instrument rang, and he heard Zi Bingbing's voice.

"448 pounds."

"At 448 pounds, it has not yet reached the level of acquired weight. Head of the family, you are wrong. Lin Tian is just an ordinary person."

Hearing Zi Bingbing's words, Zi Gaoyang had a look of "I knew it a long time ago" on his face.

When Lin Tian saw this number, he was a little embarrassed.

I have no experience. I didn’t control my strength well just now. I took too much and couldn’t even reach the acquired level?

After one punch, he probably has an understanding of his own strength and will control it better next time.

Zi Feipeng's expression remained the same as before, and he said: "It doesn't matter. This is Mr. Lin's first time to test his strength. It's normal that he's not familiar with it. He will have to test it twice next."

I don't know why, Zi Feipeng was so confident in himself, Lin Tian nodded, waved his fist and punched the second time.

When he threw the second punch, he controlled his strength and only used 30% of his strength.

The number on the instrument soared to 560 pounds.

Zi Bingbing looked incredulous.

"560 pounds!"

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Lin Tian. From 448 pounds to 560 pounds, the difference between the two numbers was too big.

For example, Cui Lin only increased his strength by 3 kilograms after practicing for a month, which is already considered fast.

However, there was a 112 kilogram difference in strength between Lintian's first punch and his second punch!

Zi Bingbing's mouth opened wide, forming an O shape.

Zi Gaoyang also looked in disbelief.

He is an acquired grade. His peak performance was only 550 pounds, but Lin Tian's strength was actually greater than his.

When he saw everyone's surprised expressions, Lin Tian felt embarrassed again.

He didn't know that this number was shocking.

However, I could guess something from everyone's eyes.

He thought that he wouldn't be able to be so strong later, and he would have to reduce his strength a little, so as not to make them feel that he was too powerful and that things would easily get into trouble.

He immediately threw his third punch.

After the third punch was punched out, the number displayed on the instrument was 525 pounds.
Chapter completed!