The researchers who had no attention to the test here heard Yan's voice and surrounded him. Yan's body was surrounded by people in an instant, and he ran slower and couldn't even see a crack.

After everyone's eyes swept across the screen, they changed into a surprised expression, and several of them tried to squeeze out the crowd. They muttered, "Impossible, I must have made a mistake." While running to the operating table to see if the Yan Father had made something wrong.

The entire laboratory began to work together to study this sudden topic.

Since its birth, so many people have never touched it. A group of people repeatedly checked at least five times and came to a consensus conclusion: the machine did not fail.

So a group of people lined up in front of the screen and were amazed.

"Professor Yan, what should I do?" Xiao Li asked Yan's father before.

"Is there any breath of data?" asked Yan Father.

Xiao Li smiled bitterly: "No. His breath does not exist only in the meridians, muscles, bones, blood... all of them are beyond the computing range of our machine."

"Since there are all, try to choose any meridian to see if you can measure any value." said Yan Father.

Xiao Li started to operate, and a group of people stared at the window for calculating data. After a while, Xiao Li still shook his head: "No, his breath is not flowing in a fixed meridian like this, and the specific value cannot be calculated. But... it can probably be drawn out."

"Which level?" asked the Yan Father.

Xiao Li clicked on confirmation, and the machine made a "crank" sound, and it seemed that the calculation was extremely difficult. A moment later, the red words on the window flashed: aaaa!!

There was another uproar in the room. According to the amount of breath, the research room divided the breath into five levels: s-a-b-c-d; and according to the quality of breath, each layer will have different evaluations, representing the number of letters, with the highest of five. Ye Fan at this time, had reached the level of 4a. This is just a fuzzy value in one of his meridians. It is not difficult to imagine that Ye Fan's breath must have reached the s level.

"So strong! Who is this person?" someone asked.

"Sent from above?" Some people speculated.

"I glanced at it just now and it seemed very young!"

The staff who had been focused before, and no one was still thinking about the work in their hands at this moment, and an academic seminar began again.

"What kind of technique is this?" someone asked Yan Father.

The Yan Father could only shake his head, and he wanted to know too.

"The breath is moving!" someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone stared at the screen together and saw the breath suddenly flowing towards their right arm, but it was just a small fluctuation. Based on everyone's experience, it was quickly judged that this was just a normal activity.

"What does he want to do?" Everyone stared at the screen together.

"Dangdangdang", a few muffled sounds came from the inside of the machine, but it was Ye Fan knocking on the glass cover at the exit.

Everyone looked at each other, and Yan's father suddenly reacted and asked Xiao Li in surprise: "How long has it been?"

Xiao Li was stunned, and when he swept the plan, he also screamed: "It's 37 minutes and 47 seconds!"

"Hurry! Stop the test!" Yan's father said anxiously. This test is completely closed. If it is an ordinary person, the air inside can last for about fifteen minutes. Although the savager can last longer than ordinary people, Yan's father did not remind Ye Fan to pay attention to this, because fifteen minutes is enough for the test. As a result, everyone only cared about scientific research and forgot about Ye Fan inside.

The machine stopped quickly, and Yan's father hurried over and opened the top cover. Ye Fan was automatically sent out, and was breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and looked at Yan's father on the side and said, "Sorry, Uncle Yan, I really can't hold on anymore, I can't breathe."

The strict father was embarrassed, but he was brave enough to admit his mistake: "It's me that's not good. We just discussed things and forgot to get you out first."

"Oh!" Ye Fan responded, sat up and looked around, and saw that all the staff in the research room were surrounded by him and were looking at him, but there seemed to be a little fear in his eyes.

Ye Fan was confused, but then he realized that he was still naked and was surrounded by so many people, including many women. He felt that his face was hot and he hurriedly said to Father Yan: "Uncle Yan, that... can wear clothes!"

The strict father threw the clothes to Ye Fan, and Ye Fan only regretted that he could not use "ripples" when wearing clothes.

Ye Fan, who had put on his clothes, stood back to the ground carefully. Seeing that the crowd around him still did not dissipate, he hurriedly asked Yan Father: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Father Yan smiled, "Because you are too prominent, our machines are hard to accept, so everyone comes to admire you."

"Okay, okay, everyone go back to work!" The stern father waved to everyone.

Although everyone was curious, they were secretly studying the basic draft of the agents, so they were still very clear about what they should say and what they should not say. Seeing the Yan Father’s words, they immediately dispersed and returned to the work they were at hand, as if nothing had happened.

"Hasn't it been measured?" Ye Fan asked.

The stern father nodded and said, "Your aura is very different from that of ordinary craftsmen."

"What?" Ye Fan asked.

The Yan Father Dazhi said it, and Ye Fan was relieved. He knew this. His father told him that this was the reason why the "star killing technique" could achieve starlight.

"So, I can't do that simulation training?" Ye Fan said disappointedly. He didn't care about his breath. After all, there was no difference between knowing and not knowing. What he really wanted was to participate in this legendary professional training to improve his practical skills.

"This is fine!" The father of the strict father patted him, "I just measured a rough fuzzy value. Just now, you can just participate in the training of this range intensity, but I can't tailor it for you."

"Oh? Which range do I fall into?" Ye Fan was curious.

"The test shows that it is level 4a, but I guess you should be level s or above. You should participate in the 5a." said Yan Father.

"Why don't you participate in the S-level?" Ye Fan asked.

"The intensity of S-level is too high, and it can't be simulated yet, and we are also studying it!" Mr. Yan smiled. "Let's go, I'll take you to the simulation training room now."

Ye Fan was overjoyed and followed Yan's father to leave the laboratory. "Where is Yan Bing?" Ye Fan looked around and asked after leaving the door. He remembered that Yan Bing was blocked outside the door before coming in.

"What do you care about? That wasteful guy is at most at C level, so he can't accompany you." said the stern father.

Ye Fan smiled and couldn't help but feel proud.

The so-called simulation training room turns out to be the rooms next to the sandbag training room.

After entering one of the rooms, the Yan Father came to an instrument in the corner and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to use it."

Ye Fan hurriedly followed him, and Yan's father said while operating: "For the first time you have used this simulation training, I will set you ten minutes first, you can feel it. You can set the time yourself, and I will set the intensity for you. The highest level 5a here."

The operation was very simple. Ye Fan read it and remembered it in his heart. The Yan Father took off a helmet and four wrist guards hanging next to the machine and handed it to Ye Fan: "Put it on!"

Ye Fan first put on his helmet and then went to wear wrist guards. He immediately became surprised when he put on one and said, "Air-cutting bracelet?"

The stern father smiled and said, "Of course, you a master of arrogance, don't limit your breath so much. Two arrogances come out, and my house will explode as well! Of course, don't worry, this is not a complete air-cutting bracelet. Try it, the breath should still be used. If you shoot a 'arrogance' towards the suction receptacle, I'll adjust it for you."

As Ye Fanshun Yan's father pointed out, the so-called absorber looks like a piece of scrap iron hanging on the wall. The many traces of attack on it are obviously used by the person who conducted simulation tests to adjust the strength when adjusting the strength.

Ye Fan wore four wrist guards, and he felt that there was still a breath to control, but this feeling was like a bucket of water, but it only opened one mouth and slowly flowed outward. Ye Fan stretched out his finger and aimed at the suction device.

"You must use the maximum power!" The stern father reminded.

Ye Fan nodded and took a few more steps forward. The key was that he was worried that he would not hit the target if he was far away.

A breath shot out is much weaker than before, from the dazzling degree. The light colored one is as weak as transparent as it is. The breath hits the suction device, and there is no sound, but the suction device obviously has more scars.

The Yan father controlled the screen, was stunned for a moment, adjusted for a while, and said to Ye Fan: "Try again."

Then another breath. The Yan Father adjusted again. After repeated this six times, the aura ejaculated was no longer colored. Ye Fan felt that his power was weaker than the move he used to deal with ordinary people. He turned around and looked at Yan Father and asked, "Do you want to try again?"

The Yan Father nodded and said, "This is OK. This power cannot destroy anything. You prepare for it and it will begin."

After Ye Fan nodded, Yan's father pressed the start button. Ye Fan heard a sound prompt in the room: The simulation training began ten seconds later. Yan's father hurried out of the room and brought it to the door.

The countdown was completed quickly. At the moment when "zero" was shouted out, Ye Fan felt that his temples on both sides seemed to be electrocuted, and his whole body twitched. Then the image had appeared in front of him. There was no scenery, but only his opponent.

The other party waved his fists and rushed over. Ye Fan's first feeling: this person's strength is not below Ye Ping. The "ripples" were slashing under his feet in a hurry. The feeling of using the breath was still like a leak in a small hole, but the effect of this move was a real "ripples". This punch flashed easily. But the other party then slapped, and Ye Fan was not as good as he was kicked. He was actually kicked. There was no pain, but he heard a crisp "ding" sound in his ear.

Ye Fan was stunned, but the opponent's moves did not stop, and a series of blows followed one after another. There was no pain, but the "ding ding ding" sounds continued.
Chapter completed!