Gao Wu: Deducing the divine elephant’s prison-suppressing power at the beginning

Chapter 10 The Power of One Elephant, One Hundred and One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty-Two Pounds!

Second floor,

Dedicated force chamber.

A luxurious dynamometer stands there.

It takes up almost half of the room.

The sense of science fiction is extremely strong.

As long as it is a man, at the first glance of seeing this force tester, there is no one who does not want to own it.

"I'm rubbing! what a handsome dynamometer!".

"Is this a force tester designed to test the strength of the Grandmasters?"

"This is too handsome! Far from being comparable to the free dynamometers on the street!".

"It's a pity, it's a pity! Such a dynamometer will usher in the only shame of its life. "

"Made, you can't speak without a thorn, do you? Speak as if you were a grandmaster?"

"Why should a warrior be a warrior?".

was still the first martial artist to propose the rules for the auction draw, and he couldn't help but stand up and speak for Xu Chuan.

But in an instant, it was drowned out by more words.

"Silence!".

"What a system!".

A deacon of the Rare Rites Society walked in slowly.

"You're going to test your strength?".

This deacon of the Rare Society is a realm cultivator of an intermediate martial artist.

He looked at Xu Chuan.

Especially looking at the intermediate martial arts badge on Xu Chuan's chest, which was a little rusty.

"Little one, it's you, you're here to test your strength?".

Little one?

A flash of doubt flashed in Xu Chuan's eyes.

He's 45 years old, and he's actually called a little guy by someone who is almost the same age

Xu Chuan didn't know that since the moment he deduced the Divine Elephant Prison Strength, his appearance suddenly became younger.

With the sound of the three elephants in unison, after the resonance of the fourth divine elephant, he did not look old at all.

But I don't see how young I am.

The deacon then spoke, "Little one, listen to the old man's advice!"

"The old man is also from a martial artist, it is not easy for a martial artist to make money, if you want to test your strength, you can go to the outside for a free dynamometer!".

The salesman said, "Lord Deacon, he wants to get a commission reduction from the auction. "

The deacon, who was still kind before, suddenly turned cold at this moment: "Hmph! I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Either listen to the old man's advice, or, test 10,000 coins once!"

Xu Chuan directly opened the mobile phone to transfer money.

The deacon martial artist was slightly angry, he persuaded him like this, this guy.........

After paying the money,

Xu Chuan stepped forward,

Stood in front of the dynamometer.

Countless people looked at Xu Chuan with sneers.

At this time, there was a deacon, a martial artist, and although they didn't dare to speak loudly, they pointed and pointed quietly, but they never stopped.

The deacon even closed his eyes directly with his back to the force tester, which meant that out of sight was pure.

"Anyway, this guy is even willing to pay 50,000 yuan, I'm afraid it's not really something!".

"How is that possible? He must not be able to pull his face!".

"Shame on face!".

"It's just that too many people want to save face and lose their face!"

"But as everyone knows, if he wants face so much, he will lose even more face!"

"Haha!

"Good words are hard to persuade the damned..."

Good words can't persuade damn ghosts!

The whole sentence is like this, but at this moment, this person's words can't be continued.

The voices of the crowd all stopped abruptly.

Xu Chuan's fist hit the force tester.

At the same time,

The numbers above the force gauge jumped fast.

Two thousand pounds...

This is the initial number.

It is also the minimum standard for an intermediate martial artist.

And then...... Five thousand pounds!

This!

This is the minimum standard for a high-level martial artist!

There hasn't been time for the crowd to sort out their thoughts.

The numbers on the dynamometer jumped again.

10,000 catties!

Martial Arts Minimum Standards!

At a time when countless people's brains have fallen into a complete blank,

100,000 catties!

After the number reached 100,000 catties, the number on the force tester began to grow slowly.

One hundred and one thousand three hundred and fifty-two pounds!

This is Xu Chuan's only use of the power of an elephant.

He wanted to know how many catties of power the power of an elephant was.

Instead of just knowing an approximate 100,000 catties!

Staring at the numbers on the display, the crowd was shocked.

Countless people were terrified.

100,000 catties!

The force reaches 100,000, and 10,000 people admire!

Grandmaster Realm!

This guy in front of him turned out to be a grandmaster!

Silence!

Infinite silence.

No one spoke.

Because, the shock in their hearts, as well as some panic, made them not know what to say at the moment.

The deacon, with his eyes closed, frowned slightly.

It was still a mess, but why was it so quiet that it could smell a pin dropping all of a sudden?

What the hell is going on?

Isn't it, the little guy has already run away, and the others have also run away?

But that's not right!

Even if it's a runaway, there should be some movement.

That is, less than a second later

He heard the dull and rapid breathing of the crowd.

The deacon, confused, opened his eyes.

Then,

He saw what was in front of him, and everyone was there.

He didn't know why.

"Grandmaster, don't be disgraced!

The martial artist who helped Xu Chuan speak before became inexplicably excited.

He pointed to a man: "It's you! You just said that this is a shame in the life of this dynamometer!".

Others panicked.

"Master Master, you don't remember villains!"

"Master Master, I was dreaming just now, and I didn't say anything about what I just said!

What's more, he already knelt down directly: "I am guilty! Please forgive the Grandmaster!"

The deacon martial artist was slightly startled and quickly looked around.

I scanned everyone, but I didn't find the so-called Grandmaster.

He had a preconceived idea of excluding the little guy in his eyes who didn't know the height of the sky and took out 50,000 coins to gamble with him.

But,

In just an instant, he noticed that those who knelt down, those who begged for mercy, were facing the direction behind him.

He saw in the eyes of those who did not kneel and beg for mercy a look that could be called horrified.

That's...

The deacon warrior quickly turned back.

His eyes have finally become the same as everyone else, which can definitely be called horrified eyes!

"Oh my God!".

"This..."

"One hundred and one thousand three hundred and fifty-two pounds?".

"The power reaches 100,000, 10,000 people admire, the realm of grandmasters!".

"I... Just now, I actually called out to this little guy of the Grandmaster? I actually said that the Grandmaster does not know the height of the sky?".

"I actually thought that this Grandmaster was angry with me?"

"Oh my God, am I daunted?"

The deacon fell to his knees.

"Master Grandmaster, I'm the little guy! I'm the one who really doesn't know the height of the sky, I'm the one who is..."

"That's right! Xiao Wang! Quickly pay all the force measurement costs... No, double it back to the Grandmaster!".