Seeing a new note falling from the mouth of the brocade bag, Chen Musheng quickly picked it up and slowly unfolded with the dim light. A row of fly-headed characters were revealed on it: The third step is to become the world's number one strong man, carry a thousand pounds of weight, and enter the "extreme state" three hundred times!"

Another extremely difficult requirement.

Chen Musheng was so depressed that the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, and resisted the urge to throw away the direct tip.

You should know that every time he breaks through his physical limit, he has to endure great pain. With his current physical strength, he can maintain it for about an hour after entering the "limit state". This means that if he wants to achieve his goal, he needs to endure three hundred hours of suffering, and it is still under the premise of carrying a weight of one thousand pounds.

"Hmm? But... how did this tip know that I had broken through my physical limit?" Chen Musheng suddenly thought, and he completely rejected the idea that some people had designed the notes in advance and hid in the mezzanine.

Everything is not a coincidence, right?

"Maybe I will really become the world's most powerful person in the future, and the truth will be solved." Chen Musheng laughed at himself, the true energy in his palm exploded, and the note was shattered, which was to destroy the corpse.

He didn't want the secret of the secret to be known to anyone. At least, no clue could be left behind.

"I don't know if I can bear a load of one thousand pounds. I have to break through the limit of my body. This time it's really deadly."

Chen Musheng sighed depressedly, reached out and groped in the tip, but did not find any new notes. Obviously, according to convention, only after the "bearing a thousand pounds of weight and entering the limit three hundred times" is completed will there be new instructions.

"Although the goal is difficult, this is also the fastest way to improve your strength. No matter what, I still have to complete it!" Chen Musheng showed a firm look, picked up a heavy wrist guard and buckled it on his right wrist.

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Chen Musheng also buckled the wrist guards on his left hand, and then a pair of wrist guards on his ankle. Then he bulged his energy and lifted the exaggerated soft armor. He gritted his teeth and said, "Put this set of clothes back first. Even if I try my best, I will complete this three hundred extreme state."

At that moment, Chen Musheng suddenly exerted force from his waist, and the true energy in his dantian instantly spread to his limbs and bones. With two sounds of "Peng!Peng!", because of the huge load, his feet suddenly broke the bluestone slab.

With the increase of true energy, Chen Muruo had torture and put this unknown soft armor on his body, began to pluck up his strength, gritted his teeth and walked out of the warehouse.

Pang!

Pang!

Pang!

Every step on the ground is huge, and the stone slabs on the ground will crack.

...

When he returned to the house, Chen Musheng felt that he was about to lose weight. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and the true energy in his dantian was exhausted.

He took off his weight and threw it on the ground, and began to breathe heavily.

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In the early morning, the sun is rising, and the village of Walker is full of vitality. There is still the last day before the annual practice assessment.

The assessment results during the Walker Village determine the future fate of these young generations of the Mo family and all the treatments in the village. Therefore, this is also an assessment that every tribe attaches most importance to.

So the sky was just hazy and light up, and there were already people in the huge school grounds who were cramming and began to practice hard and hard.

Bathed in the warm sun, Chen Musheng felt relaxed.

He was hanging a thunder hunting knife around his waist and was walking slowly on the path in front of the school grounds. His walking pace was particularly strange, and he seemed unhurried and confused, making everyone confused. Because everyone was usually used to Chen Musheng coming and going in a hurry, and he walked in a running posture.

The reason for this is of course very simple, because Chen Musheng had a black wrist guard that kept coming out of cold on both wrists.

The weight of a pair of wrist guards is 200 kilograms.

For high-level warriors, it is not unbearable, but the weight of these 200 kilograms is completely attached to the arms, which is a bit uncomfortable because the muscles on the arms are emitting power all the time, so they will not constantly pull out the true energy, and the consumption caused is also huge.

After experiencing how terrifying the full set of weight-bearing equipment last night, Chen Musheng also learned his lesson. He was good at working hard and deeply understood that some things could not be achieved overnight. So, starting from the first pair of wrist guards on his wrist, he decided to increase the weight-bearing level layer by layer until he fully adapted to the load of one thousand pounds, and began to enter the "limit state" with all his strength and move towards the goal of 300 times.

"Frost stances from today, and try to get the time to adapt to the weight-bearing state." Chen Musheng thought to himself, speeded up his pace and walked on the path through the center of the school ground.

Chen Musheng's figure attracted the attention of many people in the school field. He felt the gaze around him. He was a little confused. As a low-grade villager, and in the eyes of most people, he was still a 16-year-old rookie warrior who had just practiced true qi. Chen Musheng should be a very inconspicuous existence.

But at this time, many people were pointing fingers from afar and whispering with their companions.

All thanks to the battle between Chen Musheng and Mo Feng a few days ago. Although Mo Tianming finally stopped it, Mo Xiong and his group who were hiding in the distance to watch the fun made the fight a lot, and almost everyone knows that in tomorrow's practice assessment, Mo Feng's cousin would take the initiative to challenge Chen Musheng and hold a duel.

Such an amazing thing naturally attracted the attention of the crowd.

"Barewell Chen, stop!" An arrogant voice suddenly rang.

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Chen Musheng frowned, couldn't help but stop, looked away, and saw Mo Han walking towards him.

"What, is there something wrong? I'm still rushing to patrol." Chen Musheng looked calm and automatically ignored the incident of slapping the other party with one palm a few days ago.

Mo Han's eyes flashed with hatred, but he said calmly: "I have something to say to you."

"You said." Chen Musheng.

"Baby Chen, don't think I can't see it. Do you also like that dead girl Mo Yuner?" Mo Han asked with a sneer.

Chen Musheng frowned, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "What do you want to say?"

Mo Han's face was a little distorted, and he said viciously: "I, Mo Han, have never been able to get something I like! I will tell you officially that during the practice assessment tomorrow, I will ask you to challenge you! Whoever loses in this duel will give up Mo Yuner!"

Chen Musheng grinned and showed his white teeth: "Even if you win, Yun'er won't agree. Besides, people cannot be used as bets."

"Are you scared? You dare not?" Mo Han asked angrily.

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Chapter completed!