Gao Wu: I have billions of times the talent!

He probably thought that by heating his own blood, he could get better results.

No wonder he looks confident, is it because of ignorance?

172 Is This Young Man a Psychiatrist?

"This...it's impossible..."

The certification officer stared blankly at the soaring numbers on the blood tester, unable to believe his eyes at all.

She rubbed her eyes repeatedly, opening them again and again.

But the facts made her more and more incomprehensible.

"Why are the numbers still growing?! Are the machines broken?"

The certification officer almost shouted out.

"50, 100 million...still growing...Could it be that this scorching power is really at the God of War level?"

On the side, Xiao Ruoyu, who had already recognized the quality of the blood, still couldn't believe her eyes.

The data has reached 100 million and is still growing.

Doesn't this mean that the qi and blood value of this young man with thin skin and tender flesh in front of him has surpassed that of the elementary god of war?

"300 million, 500 million..."

The data is still growing like crazy.

"This has reached the data of God of War in the 07th class!"

Lu Meng was so surprised that she began to break her voice. She pinched her own neck, trying to see if she was dreaming.

But the sharp pain from her neck made her tremble.

"What's wrong with these women? They look like they've seen a ghost."

"It must be that the stats of the little boys are too low, making them feel ashamed."

"Yeah, if my male stats are pitifully low, I must be so ashamed that I want to find a hole in the ground to sneak in."

The men and women around were once again discussing heatedly, mixed with countless ridicules.

And at this moment,

Zheng Songming, who had been brewing in his heart for a long time, saw that the time was finally ripe.

Can't wait two steps forward, grabbed the blood test equipment.

"This gentleman! During the verification process, outsiders are not allowed to touch the instrument at will!"

The beauty certification officer didn't expect Zheng Songming to rush up suddenly, so he was very surprised.

But Zheng Songming can't control that much.

He couldn't wait to announce the blood value of this little boy to the public.

Let everyone see clearly what kind of ridiculous blood value this young man with a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor has.

He wants everyone to understand that this self-righteous young man is just a weak chicken with nothing but appearances!

"Everyone, watch out! The blood value of this little boy is..."

Finally, Zheng Songming's eyes fell on the dial of the blood tester.

"The blood value is..."

"Yes……"

"Fuck you dam! What is the Martial Artists Association doing! Get a broken blood test device for certification! Are you kidding me?!"

Zheng Songming pulled the certification officer's collar, "Don't you test the equipment before certification? Make such a low-level mistake, believe it or not, I will report you!"

"What are you doing, the equipment is broken?"

"Fuck! Waiting for a long time turned out to be this result! A waste of my feelings!"

"Hurry up and change the instrument to retest!"

"No, sir, our instruments will not go wrong, please calm down."

The certification officer reckoned that she was a girl who had just arrived. She was frightened by Zheng Songming's viciousness, her face was pale, and she couldn't even speak well.

"Zheng Songming, don't push yourself too hard! This is the Warrior Association, not your home!"

Seeing Zheng Songming getting more and more aggressive, Xiao Ruoyu finally couldn't stand it anymore.

She grabbed Zheng Songming's wrist and exerted force with her five fingers.

As the eldest lady of the Warrior Association, Xiao Ruoyu's strength has reached the middle-level battle king level.

So Xiao Ruoyu just grabbed Zheng Songming's wrist, and the latter's expression was already tangled.

Although Zheng Songming is a noble son of a wealthy family, with countless cultivation resources, his blood value has also been supported to the middle battle king level.

But how can a medicine jar like him that is fed by resources be stronger than an authentic middle-level war king like Xiao Ruoyu?

So Zheng Songming gave in directly.

"Since such a beautiful young lady asks me to let go, of course I will not refuse."

His goal was not to be an enemy of Xiao Ruoyu, his goal was only Su Ming.

He withdrew his hand and turned his cold gaze to Su Ming.

"Boy, don't think you can escape, I will let everyone in this city know that you are a cheap vase."

"Huh~"

Su Ming laughed. Even though he was not an arrogant person who liked to laugh, the behavior of the second son in front of him still made him laugh out loud.

"you!"

Zheng Songming grew up surrounded by countless auras. When was he ever laughed at?

For a moment, anger hit his heart. 793

Crazy burning, as if the brain is also burning.

"You kid, court death!"

Zheng Songming's fist was raised fiercely.

Huge power condensed on the fist.

Although his cultivation was supported by medicine, it was still at the King of War level.

In this hall, his strength can even rank among the top five.

"Go to hell!"

Zheng Songming roared.

The strength of the fist is so strong that it seems that the air is trembling.

His fist had landed hard on Su Ming's skin.

However, it's just the skin.

His strength was simply not enough to break through Su Ming's defense.

In an instant, the huge mental power automatically began to condense, and it actually condensed into a solid body!

An indestructible defense was formed around Su Ming's skin.

"That's impossible... what did you do?"

Zheng Songming stared blankly at his stopped fist.

He even thought of the appearance of the opponent's flesh and blood.

But why?

Will his fist stop like this?

Even the opponent's skin was not broken.

173 Is This What Psychiatrists Are Scary!

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Beautiful Young Master Zheng! I've wanted to beat this little boy for a long time!"

Seeing Zheng Songming's action, the crowd who had already been unable to suppress suddenly went crazy.

However, Zheng Songming never made any other moves.

His eyes were glazed, and his body was completely rigid.

Why……

why?

This little boy's face is not broken.

My hand is split instead?

Under Zheng Songming's dull gaze, his hand began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, the blood was like exploded orange juice.

"Ahhhh!"

When did Zheng Songming, who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, suffer such injuries?

His spirit has collapsed, and his screams are heartbreaking.

"Master!"

Everything happened so fast that the old butler was stunned for half a second before he could react.

At this moment, he finally understood.

"It's a psychic teacher! This is a defense formed by powerful psychic power!"

"As long as you are attacked, you will rebound by yourself!"

"Master, a man can bend and stretch, let's go!"

But now, Zheng Songming, who has already collapsed, can't react.

He fell to the ground like a broken doll, unable to even move his body.

The blood on the hand spurted wildly, blurring.

"What's the matter?"

"Why is it Zheng Songming who was injured instead?"

Everyone stared blankly at the incomprehensible picture in front of them.

Even though many people here have killed ferocious beasts, even though many people have experienced bloody fights.

But Zheng Songming's tragic situation still left them with lingering fears.

The old housekeeper rushed to Zheng Songming frantically, trying to take Zheng Songming away.

But as he got closer to Su Ming, his footsteps became slower and slower.

"Damn, the footsteps are getting heavier... Is the power of the Psychiatrist really so powerful〃"?"

As the housekeeper of the Zheng family, he naturally possesses impressive strength.

His blood value has reached the advanced battle king level.

But even so, in front of Su Ming, it was even difficult to move his feet!

Even, even breathing began to be heavy.

Just relying on thoughts can make it difficult for him, a high-level battle king, to move.

What level of strength has this young man in front of him reached?

"Master, a powerful spiritualist, the young master was young and ignorant, and offended him, and I hope you have a lot of adults, so spare the young master's life!"