He Jiawei's words made He Jiacheng stunned, and he couldn't help but look at He Jiawei with shocked eyes.

His quiet stance is controlled by stillness, and his cultivation is not bad.

To put it bluntly, although He Jiaju Kong Wu is powerful and has eighteen Arhats under his command, it is actually not in the eyes of He Jiacheng at all.

Even so, he would not dare to say such a big or crazy thing.

The reason is very simple.

A person's weight is at most more than one hundred kilograms.

It is actually very simple to make this person move. A person like He Jiaju can just push it with a slight push.

Unless this person has the same time he practices.

As a warrior, He Jiacheng knew that a thousand-pound pendant seemed simple, but it was actually quite difficult to practice.

Moreover, it is not easy to achieve results.

All this is because Qianjin Pendant uses martial arts to increase its own weight, and in a sense it enhances the earth's universal gravity, so it is difficult to practice...

Generally speaking, there is a saying that there is a tenth force and a single point of falling.

What it means is that a warrior has ten strength, but he can only have one point when he reacts to a thousand pounds.

At this moment, the eldest brother He Jiawei actually said that no matter what method is used, just let him move it away from the chair.

This is either arrogant or truly capable.

At this moment, He Jiacheng's psychology was quickly analyzing.

But he knew, He Jiawei said again: "Second, you can come together too."

"Brother is joking." He Jiacheng was even more shocked. His strength was enough to kill He Jiaju in seconds. With himself, wouldn't the elder brother's cultivation be far beyond his imagination?

"Well, brother is embarrassed." He Jiaju, who was on the side, was ready to walk over and looked at He Jiawei with a smile.

"Brother, what's wrong with me?" He Jiawei shrugged: "It's not really a move."

"That's it." He Jiaju said, suddenly reaching out and pushing He Jiawei's shoulder.

What kind of strength does He Jiaju have? That is the famous black whirlwind.

The brute force is amazing.

Although he deliberately attacked, he used seven or eight points of effort.

Finally, he was his own brother. He didn't want to hurt He Jiawei, so he didn't use hits, but pushed them.

The huge hand pushed on He Jiawei's shoulder like a palm-leaf fan.

In He Jiaju's opinion, He Jiawei would shake this push, at least he would have to shake it.

However, what He Jiaju never dreamed of was.

With his 70 or 80% strength, He Jiawei didn't even react at all. His expression seemed like a mosquito fell on He Jiawei, and he didn't react at all.

"Huh?" He Jiaju was stunned for a moment, looking at He Jiawei with an incredible expression.

"Add some energy." He Jiawei encouraged his third brother.

"Hey, brother, this is what you said, I can use it."

"It's okay." He Jiawei nodded.

He Jiaju was not hesitating here, and pushed his hands towards He Jiawei's shoulders at the same time, and gradually strengthened, seven-point force, eight-point force... until twelve-point force.

Finally, He Jiaju was already pushing He Jiawei with both hands, his body was arched, and his face was flushed with stuffiness.

When looking at He Jiawei, he was still sitting there calmly, and his expression was like a mosquito fell on his shoulders.

"How is that possible?" He Jiaju let go of the hand that pushed He Jiawei and stood there to regulate his breathing.

"Or, the second brother." He Jiawei said to He Jiacheng: "You come together too."

He Jiacheng looked at He Jiawei calmly, but his mind was very contradictory.

On the one hand, he didn't want to take action to let He Jiawei see his own reality.

On the other hand, he wanted to investigate He Jiawei's reality and reality.

In the end, the latter had the upper hand, after all, He Jiacheng was also a young man.

He bowed to He Jiawei and said, "Hey, brother, I'll be ugly."

After saying that, he came over and fought side by side with He Jiaju.

"Come on." He Jiawei picked up half of the milk he drank on the small table next to him, put it to his mouth, and his face was calm and gentle...

There, He Jiacheng and He Jiaju took a look, and there was a look of dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"Second brother."

"The third brother."

The two men ventilated each other, then stretched out their hands at the same time, one pushed the left shoulder and the other pushed the right shoulder, exerting force at the same time.

The strength was increased little by little.

He Jiacheng is different from He Jiaju. He has a brute force. He practices the static stance and has a good cultivation level.

With this force, even a huge small truck was pushed away.

However, no matter how hard the brothers and the other two exerted their strength, He Jiawei still remained motionless, and the expression on his face seemed to have a mosquito fell on his shoulders.

Oh, not two.

"Hey. Brother is amazing." He Jiaju and He Jiacheng couldn't push He Jiawei, and at the same time let go, his face full of unwilling expressions.

"Or." He Jiawei looked at the two brothers, and then said to the trainees who were looking at the fun outside the glass wall: "Let them come together too."

"Yes." He Jiacheng's heart moved, and a terrified expression began to appear on his face.

"Hey, hey, you said this, brother." Without waiting for He Jiacheng to react, He Jiaju ran out happily.

In a while, all seven or eight of He Jiaju's sparring trainers came in. Everyone lined up in two columns, one stood behind He Jiacheng and the other stood behind He Jiaju.

At the same time, we pressed our hands against each other's body and shouted slogans, one or two.

boom.

Thrust like a mountain torrent burst out.

What a pity.

He Jiawei, who was at the core of the storm, was still motionless. Not only did he remain motionless, he could also turn around and look at He Jiacheng with a calm expression.

The horror on He Jiacheng's face became increasingly intense.

He is increasingly unable to understand his elder brother.

Frowning, He Jiacheng wanted to increase his skills again.

But at this moment, Shen Yanbing's scream suddenly came from behind: "You guys are you."

It turned out that under Yun'er's leadership, Shen Yanbing walked all the way to the gym.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a large group of men in black surrounding their husband He Jiawei in the lounge.

Could it be that He Jiawei caused some trouble again?

So, Shen Yanbing didn't care about so much, ran over and shouted: "You guys, let go of He Jiawei."

Because He Jiawei's vision was blocked, he could not see Shen Yanbing, but he could hear his beautiful wife's voice.

As soon as he heard Shen Yanbing's voice, he knew that his wife had misunderstood.

At the same time, he was also worried that so many strong men would compete for their strength here, so he accidentally hurt his wife.

He shook his sleeves and stood up.

At this moment, He Jiacheng and He Jiaju were competing with the seven or eight strong men behind them, almost like a bow with a full string.

When He Jiawei stood up, his balance was immediately broken.
Chapter completed!