My Master is Lin Zhengying

And more and more people are waking up.

After everyone woke up, they tried their muscle strength one after another.

Take Nanchen's strength as the standard.

But no one surpassed.

Zhan Rui, who is stronger, has a strength of about [-] jin.

Tyson's muscular strength is similar to that of the heavy boxing champion in his previous life.

Of course, everyone is a cultivator, and they have Taoism and deeds.

It is not necessary, but it can cultivate muscle strength.

What's more, it is to understand the laws of heaven, and the mood has changed.

As long as you can break through to a higher level, your muscle strength will gradually improve.

If it reaches the ground level, the body itself can already reach the level that ordinary people in the previous life could not hope to achieve.

Not to mention, under the exercise of Xuangong Taoism, all kinds of fancy exercises and powerful powers appear.

After a while, the older generation gradually became noisy.

These old guys are obviously several years younger.

Hair is no longer gray and wrinkles are less.

Moreover, the four-eyed priest was also surprised to find that his eyesight was much better.

Unlike in the past, if you lose your glasses, the relatives who are three meters away will not recognize the scene.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Nan Chen asked Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu nodded:

"Very comfortable, so young!

This thing is indeed a treasure, it can prolong life, and the effect is so fast. "

"Master, how far has your muscle strength reached?"

The text next to him asked a question.

Uncle Jiu smiled lightly and raised his hand slightly.

He exerted force on a tree pole with the thickness of a human leg next to him.

Just heard a "bang" explosion.

The tree trunk, which was as thick as a human leg, was actually snapped into two under the strength of Uncle Jiu's muscles.

It can be seen that the power is terrifying and astonishing, and it can no longer be compared with ordinary people...

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Uncle Nine's muscle power is no longer comparable to that of ordinary people.

Put it in the crowd.

Basically, a non-human being.

This is just pure muscle strength, let alone if this Nima shows his power.

Wen Cai's jaw had already dropped from shock, and he looked at Uncle Jiu's little eyes.

Shivering in fright, he added:

"Master, I will be good!"

Nan Chen was beside him, this sentence almost didn't make him laugh out loud.

My second senior brother has a strong desire to survive!

Uncle Jiu was also happy, and patted Wen Cai on the shoulder.

"It's good to know!

By the way, where did your brother Qiusheng go? "

Nan Chen shook his head, but he didn't see it either.

"I saw Qiusheng over there just now. I don't know where he went now."

As he spoke, he looked around.

"Master, I'm here!"

Qiu Sheng's voice suddenly sounded, and then he ran over from one direction.

Qiusheng's dantian was injured, he was healed by the nine-cold nine-leaf grass before, and now he is supplemented by the force of life, so he should be back to perfection.

Uncle Jiu saw Qiu Sheng running over:

"How is your situation, Qiusheng?"