Liu Baichen was stunned and looked suspiciously at Luo Feng, who was wearing a mask behind Wei Meiniang.
Luo Feng's presence was very low from the beginning. He almost didn't notice it and thought he was just a follower brought by Wei Meiniang.
These words immediately caught Liu Baichen's attention and he was extremely shocked.
You know, even in the entire Wufang Mountain, those who want to find the Jiuyou realm can only be counted on ten fingers.
"Meiniang, this master is..." Liu Baichen became alert.
For Jiuyou warriors to enter the Baidi Guild, this is no child's play.
"My warrior from the Hongyan Guild is only eighteen years old today. He is the child I am planning to take to the road to purgatory." Wei Meiniang was also shocked. She didn't know how You Lili saw it.
According to reliable information, Luo Feng’s sea of qi indeed warms the cultivation of the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain.
"Eighteen years old?" Liu Baichen frowned and asked Youlili, "Are you sure you read that correctly?"
Liu Baichen tried to sense Luo Feng's cultivation, but there was no feedback.
Unless the other party is more advanced than him.
Youlili touched her little mouth, walked around in front of Luo Feng a few times, and suddenly shook her head, "That's weird, could it be that I sensed it wrong?"
"It seemed that for a moment just now, I really felt the fluctuations of his Qi sea, and it was very deep, no less than you, Uncle Liu."
"But..." Youlili tried to feel it again, but found that she no longer had the same feeling as before.
"This girl's cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Tiger Soul Realm, and her strength is as strong as mine. How did she sense it?" Luo Feng was secretly surprised, but did not dare to show any emotion.
"That must be an illusion. I haven't heard of anyone reaching the Nine Nether Realm at the age of eighteen," the thin man said
He came out and introduced to his elder brother Liu Baichen, "This little brother is a physical martial artist, and he also knows real swordsmanship."
"It turns out that he is a physical practitioner. There is a child named Cao Man from the Black Dragon Guild who is also a physical practitioner. Now he has reached the fifth level of pulse gate at the age of nineteen. How old are you?" Liu Baichen breathed a sigh of relief and stared straight at it. Luo Feng.
Being stared directly at by a strong man from the Nine Nether Realm, Luo Feng felt extremely stressed, but he still said calmly, "It's just a third-level pulse gate."
"Third level pulse gate?" Liu Baichen was disappointed.
If you were outside, an eighteen-year-old third-level pulse gate warrior would indeed be considered pretty good, but! This is Wufang Mountain, where monsters gather.
It seems somewhat bleak.
"Meiniang, you know the qualifications for physical warriors to participate in this year's Road to Purgatory, right? They must be at least fourth-level pulse gates, unless children like Youlili are rune warlocks."
"A swordsman can do it, too," the thin man beside him reminded him urgently, as if he wanted to prove something.
After all, his cultivation was completely useless and he had just changed his course now. Swordsmanship was his only dignity.
"How advanced is your swordsmanship?" Ying Slender Man asked Luo Feng quickly.
Fencers are also very rare here.
It is said that swordsmen using swords, even if they do not rely on Qi, can reach the ninth level with great power, or at least be relegated to the fairyland.
Of course, it would be even more terrifying if you can use Qi and know swordsmanship. Killing someone across the border is no joke.
Especially after reaching the Dragon Peak and the Divine Warrior Realm, these two stages of qualitative change, swordsmen are even more terrifying.
It is a pity that swordsmen are rarer than rune magicians. Not to mention whether they can use Qi, even a simple sixth-grade swordsman will probably make the major forces fight for their heads in Wufang Mountain.
Luo Feng thought about it. He was already at the sixth level at the age of sixteen, which was comparable to the early stage of Dragon Peak. Unfortunately, it was abandoned later, so how could he know what level he was.
After thinking about it, Luo Feng asked tentatively, "What is the minimum level that a swordsman must be in order to participate in the Road to Purgatory?"
"Between the fifth and fourth grades, it is best to be the fifth grade. After all, if someone knows that you are a swordsman, it will be difficult for the fourth grade to survive in a fight where geniuses gather,"
The implication is that similar to rune masters, sword masters, and puppet masters, these unsophisticated and troublesome warriors, although their combat abilities are not as good as traditional warriors, they are very troublesome in battles.
Luo Feng nodded and said uncertainly, "It should be... fourth grade?"
"Have you never tested it?" Ying Slender Man wondered,
"No," Luo Feng said.
Liu Baichen was a little worried for Wei Meiniang. Luo Feng was not qualified for the third-level pulse gate, and he did not believe that Luo Feng was qualified to break through in the short term.
Even if Luo Feng is a fourth-grade swordsman, if he has to rely on the geniuses of the Baidi Guild for help, he will definitely be a burden on the road to purgatory.
He didn't know if his eldest sister would agree.
"In that case, let's take it for a test immediately," Liu Baichen sighed, looked at Wei Meiniang with a complicated look and hesitated to speak. Finally, thinking of Wei Meiniang's character, he could only swallow it back.
A few minutes later, Luo Feng was taken to the martial arts gym he passed before, including the swordsmanship gym.
It's not a big place, it can even be said to be a bit deserted.
After all, swordsmen are really rare, and if it weren't for the White Emperor Guild here, it would have been covered with dust.
There was only one old man in the Kenshu Martial Arts Hall. He was dressed in rags and was sweeping the floor with his waist bent.
He was a little surprised to see Liu Baichen and others suddenly come in, and he stepped forward with a smile, "Bai Chen, why are you here suddenly?"
Liu Baichen respected the old man very much and bowed to him, "Mr. Yang, I have an eighteen-year-old kid here. He doesn't know what level of swordsmanship he has yet. Can you help me test it?"
"Swordsman?" Mr. Yang's eyes lit up, and he saw Luo Feng wearing a mask. "My child, have you ever learned swordsmanship?"
"I learned it when I was a child, but it has been abandoned for many years."
Immediately, Mr. Yang sighed, "The road to swordsmanship requires diligent study and practice. A day's waste will make a difference. I'm afraid it will take a few years for you to..."
"Mr. Yang, let's give it a test," Liu Baichen was no longer interested in Luo Feng. He was entirely concerned about the face of his sweetheart Wei Meiniang, and his tone was inevitably a little helpless.
Luo Feng didn't care. Anyway, his focus was on blood. Of course, before that, he had to be qualified to participate in the Road to Purgatory.
So Luo Feng was not careless.
The old man turned around and took out a wooden sword, handed it to Luo Feng's hand, and said seriously, "My child, since you have learned swordsmanship, you should know that the level of swordsmanship is not difficult from the first to the third level, but the difficulty lies in the fourth level."
"The fourth-grade sword is like a dragon. It has a long-lasting momentum. The sword energy erupted from one sword must have a certain degree of lethality. You try your best."
Luo Feng nodded, feeling the attention of everyone around him, and felt a little dizzy for a moment.
"Just swing your sword at the wooden stake, and I will determine your level based on the power caused by the release of your sword energy."
Mr. Yang is highly respected in the Baidi Guild and is already a seventh-level swordsman. There is no need for precision instruments to judge his strength.
"Luo..." Wei Meiniang noticed that Luo Feng's real name was being called out, and quickly changed her words, "Li Qingshan, don't feel pressure, use the sword with a clear head."
Of course Luo Feng knew that the moment he held the sword, his whole temperament also changed, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
The sudden burst of momentum actually made Yang Laodu, who was not optimistic about it, his eyes light up, and he said secretly, "This look is a good sign of a swordsman. It's a pity that it has been neglected for many years. What level can it reach?"
Luo Feng answered Mr. Yang and swept his sword across the air. A stream of wind pressure shot out from the wooden sword and went straight to the wooden stake.
