As soon as he got out of the car, Cui Qian felt a lot of discomfort.

The eighty-year-old body is not flexible in legs, hands are not sharp, and the back is hunched when walking.

Walking to the street, Cui Qian saw a young girl with particularly big breasts passing by, and when the wind blew, the bottom of the girl's skirt rose, revealing cute black lace underwear (harmony).

Eighty-year-old Cui Qian only felt a burst of increased blood pressure, his heart beat faster, and he almost didn't pass it all at once.

"Damn!" Cui Qian scolded angrily.

"How do you go home like this? "I thought about it, if I go back now. Nima Cui's father and Cui Ma may be scared of heart attacks.

Picked up the phone and called home, "Beep..."

It was Cui's mother who answered the phone, she was afraid to go out at home today because she was too beautiful, and she saw a call from her baby son: "Hey, will Xiaoqian come back for dinner at noon?"

Hearing that it was his mother's voice, Cui Qian imitated his voice when he was young: "Mom, I want to tell you, I won't go back today, my classmate wants to invite me to his house for tutoring, it's a man" Cui Qian tried his best to make his voice sound not so strange.

Although Cui's mother, who was a little puzzled on the other side, listened to the voice and felt a little wrong, she didn't think much about it, what else could Xiaoqian encounter when she was so old, not to mention that our family had no money...

"Oh, well, you have to be polite when you go to someone else's house, you know, and you won't be back tonight, will you?"

"Eun, I'll go back tomorrow" He didn't know how long he would have to change like this, so he could only take one step at a time.

Hanging up the phone, Cui Qian found that his body had slowly changed!

A mysterious aura filled the entire body, Cui Qian's originally hunched back straightened, and the shriveled muscles swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye as if they were flushed, and the spirit of the whole person was completely different from when he first became an old man.

These changes frightened Cui Qian's face pale, and he said in horror: "System, what's going on? Why am I still transforming? Is it a side effect? You cheat daddy's system!~" No wonder Cui Qian's heart was shocked, if this happens to any person, the first reaction should be to be unknowable and fearful.

"Ding"

"Has the host ever heard of a cultivator? In the language of this world, the host is now a cultivator" and according to the earth's cultivators, the cultivation levels are divided into one level in the world: foundation building, consecration, fetal breath, Bigu, Jindan, Yuanying, out-of-body, distraction, integration, Mahayana, and tribulation.

Each of these levels is divided into: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage, and after the tribulation period, it is possible to accept the baptism of the heavenly tribulation in any of the three stages, so as to fly to the immortal realm.

And because of the physical transformation of the host and the mental space forcibly opened up by this system, coupled with the increase in internal force due to aging, the current level of the host is "late fetal breath..."

"Holy"

Cui Qian was not calm: "Could it be that Lao Tzu has become a cultivator??"