Starting With One Million Luck Points

The other party entered his own live broadcast room for the first time.

This is undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

Because of this, Fairy Yueling thought for a long time and finally changed herself, but fortunately, the other party did not seem to take the opportunity to make other requests.

It made her grateful.

Look at the message box.

Fairy Yueling directly spent 10,000 Tiandao coins and sent a voice: "Thank you."

...

Zhou Hao naturally didn't know that he was joking at random, which made Fairy Yueling feel entangled, and for him, the Tiandao software was only a way to assist his strength, and his energy was basically in reality.

Especially after knowing the crisis facing human beings on earth, it is even more impossible for him to focus on Tiandao software.

Early the next morning.

A piercing bell rang out.

rumbling~

Whether it was the villa or the dormitory area, a sound like an earthquake sounded, and sixty students quickly dressed and rushed to the martial arts training ground.

This is the first day of the seventh training camp. If you are late, the consequences will be unimaginable.

And on the martial arts field.

The second-rank extraordinary powerhouse Yang Hui stood upright.

Whoosh whoosh.

Sixty students, including Zhou Hao and Xu Ling, gathered in five minutes.

Yang Hui looked at his watch and glanced coldly.

"On the first day of today, I'll give you five minutes, but starting tomorrow, at the moment the bell rings, you only have three minutes to gather for the event, and every second, run around the entire training camp!"

"have you understood!"

Zhou Hao and the others immediately said in unison, "I understand!"

Yang Hui nodded, "Very good, let's do a round of strength tests today, so that each of you can clearly understand your own strength."

After speaking, he clapped his palms.

Soon, the logistics members of the training camp brought equipment and instruments one by one.

Many members are no strangers to these devices.

"Fist strength, speed, neural response... these are the three most basic data for a martial artist, and these sophisticated equipment are the most advanced of human beings, and can accurately test the strength of each of you." Yang Hui's voice sounded.

"According to the ranking order of points, Zhou Hao, you come first!"

brush.

Many students looked at Zhou Hao.

"Purple Marrow Liquid's sudden increase in the strength of the plant spirit has not increased much. This week, it was said that Zhou Hao was only a martial artist. I estimate that after one night, he should have reached an intermediate level martial artist."

"Yes, Dingtian intermediate martial artist, purple marrow fluid is more of a follow-up improvement."

"It's a pity, such a waste of grass and trees."

Some students whispered, of course they were jealous of Zhou Hao. After all, Zhou Hao was almost at the bottom of the class in terms of strength.

Zhou Hao stepped forward and threw a punch on the boxing tester.

Punch strength display: 8310 kg, then speed, 75m/s, and then nerve reaction speed.

Three data will come out soon.

Yang Hui looked at Zhou Hao and said lightly, "It's okay to improve it, and I didn't waste the purple marrow fluid."

The students who were discussing earlier were slapped in the face one after another.

Next is Xu Ling, Yuan Cheng and others. They took the purple marrow solution and generally improved to a level. Like Yuan Chengyunyan, they all rose to the master realm without exception.

And Xu Ling's promotion was even more exaggerated, directly reaching the pinnacle of Grandmaster.

A group of students were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

If the purple marrow liquid had improved so much in one night, then the follow-up medicinal power would be fully exerted, and Xu Ling could at least be promoted to the realm of an intermediate master.

Even Yang Hui had a look of surprise on his face.

In the whole class, only Zhou Hao looked indifferent. Xu Ling's improvement was so large, which was naturally due to the physique cup. The more than 100 physique cups almost raised her ice body from elementary to medium, and she absorbed the spirit of plants and trees. The effect, of course, will be doubled.

Ji Yufan, who was standing at the back of the team, had an ugly face. If it was before that Xu Ling had improved so fast, he would have been very happy, but now that he knew that Xu Ling did not like him at all, he wished that Xu Ling had improved as slowly as possible.

"Hmph, what's the use of a high level of strength, a strong combat power is the most important thing." He snorted coldly in his heart.

An hour and a half passed, and the strength of the entire class was tested.

Among them, Xu Ling was undoubtedly the one with the highest level of strength, followed by Ji Yufan, Yuan Chengyunyan, and the others because they took the purple pulp, and they all rushed into the top ten.

And the lowest in the entire class are intermediate warriors.

Yang Hui looked at the students who were talking about it, and hummed heavily: "Do you think your strength is okay? I feel complacent?"

"I can tell you clearly that among the seven training camps in the entire fort base, your class has the worst overall strength!"

As he spoke, his eyes were cold: "The first training camp, there are 180 students in three classes, all of them are in the intermediate master state, the second training camp, the lowest students in the two classes are in the master state... The sixth training camp, all the two classes Senior martial artist."

After Yuan Chengyunyan and the other students listened, they all fell silent.