Chapter 08: Chapter 8 Ye Yonghe's shock
The combat power detection instrument is in the corner of the community.
The community is a run-down community, and it can even be said to be the cheapest housing area in Jiangnan City.
The people living here are all from the bottom of Jiangnan City.
No one would have thought that in their community, a junior martial artist was born.
Bang, bang, bang!
Ye Feng still hit the combat power detection instrument.
1005.
1060.
1150.
1210.
Not enough, still not enough.
Although he has the ultimate talent for cultivation, it will not take a few minutes to fully comprehend the primary elemental skill Thunder Fist.
Ye Feng also knows that it will never take too long to comprehend the Thunder Fist.
1007...
1170...
1350...
1500...
Looking at the numbers on the combat power detection instrument, Ye Feng thought it was almost time.
The first punch was his basic combat power.
The second punch, a one-fold increase, the third punch a one-fold increase, the fourth punch a one-fold increase, a total of three times increase.
But it is still far from the effect of a one-fold increase.
Hmm?
"Xiao Feng?"
Ye Yonghe, who was about to go to work, accidentally saw Ye Feng in the corner. He thought he had seen it wrong.
After finding out that it was indeed Xiao Feng, he walked over with curiosity.
Ye Yonghe walked behind Ye Feng and looked at the combat power detection instrument that Ye Feng was hitting. He looked at the numbers on the combat power detection instrument and was speechless.
1010...
1200...
1370...
1590...
Hiss!
When he saw the number "1590", Ye Yonghe finally took a breath of cold air. He blinked several times because he felt that this was an impossible number.
However, no matter how he blinked, the combat power detection instrument still showed the number 1590.
Ye Feng now had no mental perception, and was immersed in the practice of the Thunder Fist. He did not notice Ye Yonghe coming at the first time.
Mental perception can only be possessed by a master-level warrior.
He turned around and saw that it was his adoptive father Ye Yonghe, and his face was slightly stunned.
"Dad, why are you here?"
"Oh, I, I came to see what you are doing here."
Ye Yonghe swallowed his saliva, still a little bit in shock, the numbers on the combat power detection instrument really shocked him.
"Xiaofeng, are you already a junior martial artist?"
After a long silence, Ye Yonghe looked at Ye Feng.
"Yes, Dad."
Ye Feng nodded, he felt that since his father already knew, there was no need for him to hide it.
After all, he was just a junior martial artist.
"But, your cultivation talent is only a weak cultivation talent, how could it be possible in such a short time..."
"I don't know what the reason is."
Ye Feng touched his head, "But Dad, I hope you don't tell others about this."
He did this for a purpose, he had the ultimate cultivation talent and had never told anyone so far.
He didn't want to reveal too much information at the moment, after all, he was just a junior martial artist now.
"Well, you have your concerns, I won't tell others."
Ye Yonghe nodded.
He remembered the first time he saw Ye Feng, Ye Feng was only 5 years old, but his eyes were still in his mind.
A pair of hateful eyes!
Those eyes made him, as an adult, feel cold when facing a 5-year-old child.
"Dad, there is one more thing."
Ye Feng looked at Ye Yonghe.
"What is it?"
"You are going to be late for work."