Wine Sword Immortal: Drunk Into The School Flower Dormitory, Stunned Everyone

A huge dynamometer was placed in the middle of the playground of Tai'an No. 1 Middle School.

Li Yaoyao glanced angrily at Gu Ping'an who was standing next to her, and whispered:

"Get out of the way...I'm going to test!"

Gu Ping'an smiled slightly and leaned a little closer:

"Understood, classmate Li."

The scorching breath fell on Li Yaoyao's earlobe, her face flushed red, and the countless onlookers booed.

Li Yaoyao glared fiercely at the handsome young man beside her, she muttered something vague, then took a deep breath and stood in front of the dynamometer.

After tying up the horse's stance, the slender waist twisted slightly, and then suddenly exerted force.

The force went down the lumbar spine to the right arm, and the whole hand was bombarded out. The sound of breaking the air and the symphony of muscles and bones gathered at this moment, and it exploded.

The fist fell, the dynamometer trembled slightly, the fist pad made of special material absorbed and dissolved all the power, and the numbers on the display jumped suddenly.

"Two thousand and one kilograms!"

Everyone was in an uproar, 2,000 kilograms can reach the category of eighth-rank martial artist, and many teachers are only at this level.

Next is the speed test.

Li Yaoyao's delicate body dashed across the runway, clearly wearing a school uniform, but her curves were beautifully drawn.

"100 meters in 3.9 seconds!"

"Reaction speed 71 points!"

"Qi and blood 204 units, eighth-rank martial artist!"

The playground was disturbed again, and Li Da Xiaohua actually broke through the level of the eighth-rank martial artist!

The crowd was noisy, and they were all whispering, but it didn't take long for the voice to gradually become quieter, until there was nothing.

Both students and teachers turned their attention to the handsome young man.

The last tester, Gu Ping'an.

"You said, what's the point of Gu Ping'an? Before I remembered that I wasn't even a quasi-martial artist..."

"Master Zhang was severely injured by a single blow. Do you still think Gu Ping'an is not a quasi martial artist?"

"That's different. He uses swordsmanship. I heard that he has already touched the prototype of sword intent!"

The students were talking a lot, and they were all guessing that this young man had to cultivate at this time.

Quasi-warrior?

Musha?

Even a third-grade martial artist?

do not know.

The now-famous Gu Ping'an was not even a prospective martial artist in the monthly test last month. After a month, what will happen?

Not far away, Secretary Liu Shu casually threw the dead dog-like Zhang Tianyi aside, his eyes also fell on Gu Ping'an, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He was also curious, what state is this Gu Sheng now?

At least it's a third-rank warrior, right?

Under everyone's attention, Gu Ping'an smiled and blinked at Li Yaoyao, causing Li Yaoyao to blushed and spit lightly,

Immediately, he stood in front of the dynamometer with a smile on his face, without sprinting, without accumulating force, and just punched like this.

The seemingly weak fist landed on the dynamometer.

'boom! ! ’

The dynamometer vibrated violently, and a circle of visible air waves erupted where the soft board and the fist met, spreading in all directions, setting off a gust of wind.

The strong wind blew the dust and dust, and Li Yaoyao closed his eyes slightly.

After a long while, in the dull eyes of everyone, the dust settled, and the beautiful young man with no waves in the ancient well showed his figure again, and the numbers on the electronic screen were red and dazzling.

‘9999kg’

The teacher who reported the grades was a little confused and stammered:

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine...kg!"

When pure strength reaches one thousand kilograms, it is the level of a ninth-grade martial artist, and two thousand kilograms is an eight-grade martial artist.

The pure power of a first-time Grandmaster is generally 10,000 kilograms.

"Fuck..." Someone looked dumbfounded: "Just kidding..."

"Nine thousand... nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine? Why do I feel like he is playing? Isn't it deliberately controlled at this number?"

"What a joke! Power control can reach this point? Just kidding me!"

"I announce that the champion of the college entrance examination in Tai'an City will be released ahead of schedule..."

The whole playground was full of turmoil, many people couldn't believe their eyes, even Li Yaoyao rubbed his big eyes in confusion.

Not far away, Secretary Liu Shu and Zao Wou-Ki suddenly shrank their pupils. Is this number... Really just a coincidence?

But if it's a deliberate force, it's too scary. The power control at the micro level can only be done by a great master who does not leak his original body!

Will Gu Ping'an be the Grand Master?

Won't.

He doesn't have that kind of aura of perfection.

Just when everyone was shocked and inexplicable, Gu Ping'an blinked at Li Yaoyao again, and then walked briskly to the runway.

Knees slightly bent, suddenly exploded.

The ground cracked again, and the gust of wind swept up, and the handsome young man turned into a wind, a fierce wind, disappeared at the starting point in an instant, and appeared at the finish line in the next second.

"Quickly...speed, 1.1 seconds per 100 meters..." The teacher who reported the score dryly read out the value on the screen, looking confused.

It's stuck at the critical point of martial artist and grandmaster again. . . . .

For a ninth-grade master, without using internal breath, the pure speed is 100 meters per second.

The boy still walked briskly, and got into the nerve response speed measuring device and then the qi and blood detector.

"Reaction speed...79 points!"

Response speed, 80 points to the master level.

"Blood... 999 units!"

1000 qi and blood units, for the master level.

The four tests ended with the sound of "Gu Ping'an, first-rank martial artist, peak".

The whole playground was dead silent.

Everyone was speechless, everyone was in disbelief.

If it is only a first-rank martial artist, it is fine. Although it is incredible, it is still acceptable. The problem is that every test of the young man is stuck on the critical line between the master and the martial artist.

Now everyone doesn't know whether Gu Ping'an is a martial artist or a master...  

Eighteen-year-old master, is this possible?

A dead silence.

......................................

The most expensive and luxurious five-star hotel in Tai'an.

Several luxuriously dressed teenagers and girls glanced at the decoration of the hotel, and a girl with a blue necklace and a rather stunning appearance pouted:

"What a lousy place...to stay here for seven days? It's outrageous!"

This time, the supervisor of the college entrance examination in Tai'an gave a wry smile:

"My Miss Zhang, it's good to have it, like those really remote cities, even hotels are rare..."

As he said that, he sighed slightly. These young masters and princesses who took the test on the ground are all incredible at home... He can't afford to offend them.

The Miss Zhang pouted, yawned, and said lightly:

"Okay, by the way, which is the best high school in Tai'an City? I'm curious about how people in small places practice their classes."

On the side, a relatively calm-looking young man said lightly:

"It's Tai'an No. 1 Middle School. Let's take a good rest for two days before going to have a look. Don't be too domineering, strong dragons don't overwhelm the snakes!"

Miss Zhang smiled contemptuously:

"Since I'm here, the so-called Tianjiao in this city must make way for me."

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