Chapter 1273

But the Czar team is relatively abnormal, and even some are genetically modified. It doesn't take much effort to lift these things.

Although it's late, there are still many people in the training ground, almost more than 100.

All of these people are strong muscle men. The sweat from their bodies makes the whole training ground full of manliness.

"Cook, I think you didn't drink less at night. Can you come to exercise?" A bald man laughed at cook.

"You don't know. As long as I drink wine and don't use my strength, I won't be comfortable." Cook replied with a smile.

"If you use your strength, find some girls. What are you doing here?" Another tattooed strong man also laughed.

"Ha ha..." everyone around laughed.

Cook was slightly ugly when they smiled and whispered, "shut up! Don't you see I brought guests? "

People looked at Shen Feng around cook, and their eyes showed surprise.

Shen Feng and the Tsar's team went in and out of CherNo City unharmed. It has become a legend for the base.

However, many people haven't seen Shen Feng. Seeing him today is not the same as the big man they imagined.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Cook waved his hand, motioned them to one side, and then asked Shen Feng, "don't look at these people first. How about here?"

"Good." Shen Feng continued to ask, "isn't this the place for your daily training?"

Shen Feng means that this should be the place of the Czar team, but there are obviously more than 100 people here. Naturally, there can't be so many people in the Czar team.

"Our training ground is completely open, otherwise all our equipment will be rusted." Cook replied with a smile.

With that, he pointed to the bald head that had laughed at him before, "give me your place."

Although the light ball laughed at him, he honestly gave way. Cook took Shen Feng and there were some huge barbells.

"What? Want to try? " Cook asked Shen Feng..

"Yes, you can come and see me first." Shen Feng said to cook.

"Make a fool of yourself." Cook went to a huge dumbbell and reached for the pole.

The muscles of his whole body bulged, and with a sudden force, the dumbbell weighing nearly 1000 kilograms was lifted, and he didn't seem to have much effort.

"Good!" Several soldiers and officers in the narrator applauded. It weighed nearly a ton, almost equivalent to a small car.

"Give me another 500 kilograms!" Cook put down the barbell and faced several humanitarians around him.

"Wait."

The soldiers who watched the excitement added two pieces of iron weighing up to 500 kilograms to the barbell. Now it adds up to a ton and a half.

"Ah!"

Cook's veins burst up and his hands rose in one fell swoop. The barbell weighing one ton was lifted directly.

Although he roared, Shen Feng could see that this was not his limit. After all, he ate by strength. Just because he could shake Jiaolong with one punch was enough to prove his strength.

A ton and a half is just a warm-up for him.

"Bang!" With a sound of, a ton and a half of barbell fell to the ground, and the ground trembled.

"You try?" Cook moved his arm and smiled at Shen Feng.

"Well, I'll do it." Shen Feng went to the barbell and grabbed it with both hands.

In fact, Shen Feng's heart is also a little uneasy. It's not that he can't lift this thing, but that he doesn't know how much he can lift.

China's base also has these things, or he rarely touches them, especially now.

Shen Feng grabbed the cold barbell. As soon as he exerted his arms, the internal Qi circulated all over the body, and the barbell got up directly.

"Huh?" Shen Feng was surprised. It was a ton and a half. How could it be lighter than he thought.

Cook looked at the one and a half ton barbell easily lifted by Shen Feng. He was surprised at first, and then immediately recovered his calm. After all, he killed the Jiaolong... Although he was in a coma, he also listened to kasha later.

Shen Feng made another effort, and the barbell weighing a ton and a half was raised.

"It feels good." Shen Feng threw the barbell on the ground and said to himself.

As Shen Feng put things down, the eyes of the people around him were about to fall off.

Shen Feng's body is also very strong, but it is completely one size smaller than those strong men, but his explosive power surprised them for a while.

"It really deserves to be the God of war of China. I admire it." Cook extended his thumb to Shen Feng.

His strength is also ordinary, but compared with Shen Feng's understatement, he is no match at all.

"Is there anything else?" Shen Feng smiled. He was also interested in these exercise equipment today, just to test his level.

"Yes, this!"

Cook took Shen Feng to a huge sandbag about the size of a car.

The sandbag is hung on an iron frame and suspended in mid air. The surface of the sandbag is made of special materials. The rope hanging it is full of thumb thickness.

"I'll try it for you first!" Cook shouted angrily and hit the sandbag with his bare hands.

"Bang!" The sandbag trembled violently, and then flew high.

The sand also weighs two tons. This punch can make it fly. You can imagine the strength of your fist.

"Drink!" Cook roared again, struck five or six punches again like lightning, and hit the sandbag, "Bang Bang..." there were bursts of dust on the sandbag.

Finally, he kicked the sandbag with a sudden kick, and the sandbag turned directly twice before he recovered his calm.

Sandbags are made of special materials. Unless sharp things are used, they are difficult to break. After being attacked by cook, the sandbags still show no signs of damage.

"Hoo." Cook took a breath and said to himself, "this warm-up is finally finished."

When Shen Feng looked at cook, he was also surprised. The Czar team was really not built. This man was not angry. He fought completely with the power of the body. It was very difficult for martial artists below the level of congenital perfection to complete such a fight, not to mention relying on the power of the body.

He has seen the strongest physical power is the rage angel in the blood temple. Unfortunately, the rage angel has hated his own sword.

In addition to the violent angel, this cook can definitely rank No. 1.

"Why don't you try?" Cook smiled at Shen Feng and said