I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

How could one thousand catties be Jiang Yeming's limit? Before, he used five hundred catties of boulders to practice strength, and he was still able to handle it with ease. This time, he felt that he had a more subtle grasp of his body, so he decided to try his limit.

Therefore, the temple became lively again, and almost everyone participated in the onlookers.

In the open space of the temple, the little boy picked up a much larger stone with both hands, and circled the open space a few times with great ease.

"Put more weight on it, today I'm going to test my limit." The voice of the little boy came from under the big rock.

Then, Qiusheng and Wencai moved two stools and put the prepared stones on them with difficulty.

A stone block ranged from more than ten to thirty kilograms, and a conical stone pestle was gradually piled up on the big stone, and there was no place to put it.

Jiang Yeming weighed it down below, and it only weighed seven or eight hundred catties, which was not enough at all.

His voice came from under the big rock again: "Senior brother, change the method, it's too light."

It was too light, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were dumbfounded, there was something heavier, but they couldn't move it!

This is the oldest old monk in the temple. Master Yuanzhen said with his usual benevolent eyes: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is indeed amazingly powerful. I have a way to gain weight."

This old monk usually keeps silent, but now he is a blockbuster, and everyone looks at him.

Master Yuanzhen clasped his hands together, and said what was in his heart, but his face had a smile like an old urchin: "Everyone, there is a saying in Buddhism, and there is also a stack of Arhats! We can use this method to stand up, each with a hundred and ten catties, and we can support each other without falling, until the little benefactor can't support it."

Of course, the old monk was joking when he said something about Buddhism, but stacking arhats was a good idea, which aroused everyone's interest.

They were all curious about how much power Jiang Yeming contained in his body.

The abbot of the temple, Yuanzheng, looked at Ji Xin, and after getting his approval, he asked aloud, "Benefactor Ye Ming, how about this proposal?"

A voice came from under the boulder: "No problem, just come up, uncles and uncles. When I can't hold on anymore, I will naturally call to stop."

So, a group of people decisively lined up and climbed up the big rock from the bench.

Weasel Jing Yuanzheng was the first one. He didn't care about his status as the abbot, so he climbed up and stood in the center.

Ma Xiaoling didn't have any scruples, and was the second to rush forward.

How much can a weasel and a little girl weigh, Jiang Yeming's voice urged under the stone: "It's too light, come up a few more people."

Waiting for this sentence, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai climbed up.

This time it was a little heavier than before, about 800 catties, but it was still far from the limit.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Dalong climbed up on the grounds that the nurse was eager, and the two young monks couldn't help but climbed onto the big rock.

6 people standing on the rocks are full, and the total weight is [-] catties.

Jiang Yeming felt a little pressure. He believed that there could be more, so he shouted: "You pull A Tian up, and two Western warriors also go up together."

Unexpectedly, they had their own part in this matter, two transparent foreigners ran over excitedly, first put A Tian on the top of the stone, and then the two of them also climbed up.

Now it’s all right, there’s even a place to stand on the stone. Ma Dalong is in the center with his daughter on his shoulders, and there are three monks.

A total of ten people were on the stone, adding up to a total of more than 500 catties.

All the weight was concentrated on Jiang Yeming who was supported below, and the final pressure penetrated to his legs, and his two calves were half sunk in the mud.

If this kind of pressure had reached Jiang Yeming's limit in the past, but now, there is another strength in his body. This kind of strength not only allows him to persist, but also feels that he can increase it.

An excited voice came from under the stone: "If more people come up, I feel that I can almost break through the limit."

This has not yet broken through Jiang Yeming's limit, and the person on the stone has become numb.

They roughly calculated that it weighed about [-] jin, which was equivalent to [-] adults. In other words, Jiang Yemingguang could easily tug-of-war with [-] adults with his strength.

In the current temple, there are still Ji Xin, old monk Yuanzhen, Taoist priest Ma Madi and a young monk.

Ji Xin shook his head, he can't participate in this kind of thing, there is a weasel spirit who knows the basics, and it would be too embarrassing to spread the word.

Daoist Ma Madi is now a teacher, and he feels very itchy, but he is too embarrassed to go up.

In the end, the old monk Yuanzhen and the young monk were pulled onto the rock and hung on the edge of the rock by two foreigners.

Now the weight has reached [-] jin. At this time, Jiang Yeming's hands have begun to shake slightly. He still refuses to give up. He vaguely feels that he is just a little short of reaching the limit. The Saiyan's courage to challenge is also possessed in his body, and it must not end like this.

The childish voice yelled out with a little trembling: "Uncle Shi, you come up too, I feel that I am only one short of you to the limit."

Ma Madi, who couldn't wait for a long time, finally moved her feet and quickly stood on the bench, and was pulled up by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

There were thirteen people crowded on the five-hundred-jin boulder, with a total weight of more than one thousand and eight hundred catties, not even much less than nineteen hundred catties.

Finally, the limit was reached, and the extreme pressure made Jiang Yeming bend down.

"Ah hi." The small body shouted loudly.

With the last bit of strength emerging from his body, he stood up straight again, and lifted the stone upright.

Clap, clack. A series of soft bone sounds, the Vajra Fist has been passively upgraded two levels at this moment, reaching the fourth floor.

Finally, the Saiyan blood in his body loosened a bit, and maybe he could advance to an intermediate fighter after going through more battles in the future.

"Come down, everyone, I have tested the limit, thank you."

After hearing Jiang Yeming's voice, everyone on the boulder jumped off one after another.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yeming, who was easily putting down the stone and moving his arms, and had different thoughts.

So far, such an intuitive display of power has completely subverted everyone's cognition, and no one dares to think that there are other human beings who can surpass him in terms of strength.

You know, Jiang Yeming is still only six years old, and he still has unlimited room for growth in the future.

Wencai and Qiusheng were celebrating with high fives, sincerely happy for the younger brother.

Daoist master Ma Ma really understood the extraordinary talent of this little nephew, not only in Taoism, he even thought that maybe Jiang Yemingguang could become a saint by practicing martial arts.

The aristocratic swordsman Jed and the hairy-chested man had long lost the intention of running away. They suddenly found that the biggest gain in coming to China was meeting Jiang Yeming. If they could establish a good relationship with him, the future benefits would be limitless.

Ma Xiaoling's pride was completely out of control. Her constant bragging made Ma Dalong think the same way, and the two father and daughter were still thinking about how to make Jiang Yeming approve of this marriage before he grew up.

Abbot Yuanzheng's heart has long been shocked. As a weasel spirit, he has seen many monsters famous for their strength, but they only achieved this result after hundreds of years of cultivation, which is nothing compared to Jiang Yeming, who is only six years old.

He came up with an idea in his heart, he must let the descendants of the Huang family curry favor with this man, this is a golden thigh.

As for the few monks, although the experience of the past few days was strange and colorful, it was not worth the shock of today. This is simply the reincarnation of the Buddhist Dharma Protector.

Ji Xin smiled faintly, and had no suspense about whether Jiang Yeming could form the alchemy, and disappeared into the temple as a phantom.He has to go back and educate his prodigal son so that he can learn more.