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.
"500,000, 1,000,000...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 one 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 an elementary God of War?
"Three million, five million...
The data is still growing like crazy.
"This has reached the data of the 15th-level God of War!"
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 crack in the ground to sneak in.
The men and women around were discussing heatedly again, mixed with countless ridicules.
And at this moment,
For Zheng Songming, who had been brewing in his heart for a long time, the time finally came.
Impatiently, he stepped forward in two steps and snatched the blood test equipment.
"Sir! 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 a superficial appearance!
"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..."
"..."
"Fuck you! What is the Warriors 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's the matter, the equipment is broken?"
"Damn! Waiting for a long time turned out to be this result! A waste of my feelings!"
"Hurry up and change the instrument and 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 Martial Artist 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 could a medicine jar like him, which was fed by resources, be stronger than an authentic Chinese dance 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 retracted 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.
"Heh~"
Su Ming laughed, even though he was not an arrogant person who liked to laugh, but the behavior of the second son in front of him still made him laugh out loud.
"you!"
Zheng Songming grew up surrounded by countless halos, when was he ever laughed at?
For a moment, the fire hits the heart. 597
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 base is supported by medicine, he is still at the level of a king of war.
In this hall, his strength can even rank among the top five.
"Go to hell!"
Zheng Songming roared.
The strength of the fist encloses a huge force, as if the air is trembling.
His punch has already landed on Su Ming's skin.
However, it's just the skin.
His strength is 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!
Around Su Ming's skin, form an impenetrable defense.
"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 my fist stop like this?
Even the opponent's skin was not broken. .