There is no rating for practitioners, there is no A, B, C, etc. There is no grading mechanism. After passing the test, you will be a practitioner of several levels. There is no one to break through bottlenecks and pass through to the next stage.
They are all written so that readers can have a clear feeling, turning abstraction into concreteness, but reality is not concrete.
So everyone is very abstract.
If I have to say it, there are only two realms among practitioners, ordinary and immortal, and there are only a few immortals. If we talk about first-rate masters, second-rate masters, peerless masters, junior monsters, intermediate monsters, great monsters and the like, they are just human beings. Each one praised.
To sum up, if you can brag, you are also a peerless master, otherwise your strength is as abstract as your own.
But Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, Jianghu is about human nature.
How you are doing, who your master is, what skills you have learned, which celebrities you have competed with, and what your record is, everyone has a weighing in their mind.
Aunt Wang is a good example. She has two such pitiable realms, and you have to go beyond them... You can't afford to offend her.
The strength of this ancient corpse is one or two levels lower than that of the blood demon last year, and the blood demon is already considered an elder of the sect in the world of practitioners.
This is roughly how the division of strength comes about.
The world of practitioners is not big. No matter which sect, which family or household, as long as they are not born in the deep mountains and old forests, they all have their treasures.
Most of the people who came this time were in their thirties or forties, and Feng Wuli could tell at a glance that they were all experts in various fields.
Xu Qingyu, the little girl from Penglai whom I met last time, is also here, as well as his junior student Liu Tian, and several Taoist priests from Yunlu Palace who watched him grow up. Many of them are members of the local clan of Fran, and some A practitioner from outside the country works for Fran Company.
They saw a building actually appear in the ghost cave, which had never happened before, and then they saw a few people under the eaves of the anatomy building.
The little girl from Penglai waved to him from afar.
Stepping into the ghost world was like going on an outing, but the one from the sect was different. He had the same aura of being indifferent to life and death as Feng Wuli. On the other hand, the junior boy following her looked like he was about to die.
As they stepped into this place, the beautiful woman on the high platform paused for a moment. Thousands of tons of sky water were suspended in the air. The next second, the heavy rain suddenly fell. In the horrified eyes of Wang Ruobing and the general teachers, this The space called Ghostly has completely demonstrated its horror.
Like a high-temperature red sword that had been hammered and forged for thousands of times, it was thrust into cold water. The explosive boiling was accompanied by countless mist jets. Countless wandering souls with red eyes poured out of the city, covering the sky and the earth like a tide.
The young man walked out.
Different from when he rushed out again and again, this time he took out an umbrella from somewhere and faced the dozens of communication personnel in work clothes in front of the anatomy building.
Everyone else was getting wet in the rain, but he was the only one holding an umbrella. Not to mention anything else, he got wet all of a sudden.
The young man glanced at the leading man and said coldly: "You gave me wrong information and you were late." If anyone else had received this mission, he would be a mummy by now.
In Wang Ruobing's eyes, Feng Wuli, who is 1.8 meters tall, is already a tall man, but the man in front of him is nearly two meters tall and has a physique like Schwarzenegger. The expressiveness that Feng Wuli just showed in front of her was so impressive. With his stubborn appearance despite repeated defeats, she subconsciously worried that this young man she had known for a long time would be treated unkindly.
And now he is still in the mood to chat, and all those evil spirits who don't seem to be kind-hearted are coming over.
The man lowered his head and said in a deep and loud voice: "It is the company's responsibility."
Feng Wuli didn't care who was responsible. He pointed at the girl behind him: "My mission is completed. An ordinary person fell into trouble here. I want to escort her out."
The man raised his head and glanced at her. Wang Ruobing suddenly felt like a little sheep being stared at by a lion. She curled up her neck and smiled, wishing she could show her belly to him like a cat, to show that she was harmless.
She felt like a country girl who accidentally stumbled into a celebrity dinner. She was inexplicably embarrassed and uneasy. She was so out of place, even though the crystal chandelier at the dinner was an endless thunderstorm, and the host of the dinner was a three-meter-tall thousand-year-old corpse. , the guests at the dinner were all heroes with knives and guns - luckily I met a gentle and handsome brother, and now I finally have to take her away from this dinner she accidentally entered.
As a result, the man ignored him.
He just nodded towards the young man.
Turn around and draw your sword——
Under the rainy night, there are waves of wandering souls.
The next second, Wang Ruobing saw the nearly two-meter-tall hero wave his sword in his hand. The heavy rain was cut off for 0.5 seconds, and the rain curtain broke.
Like the legendary sword energy, dozens of evil ghosts approaching the anatomy building in front were swept by a white light and instantly melted away.
He is from Shushan Sword Sect.
"I'm going to kill that witch, you guys help me!"
Feng Wuli turned around at the same time as them, but they moved forward to kill the enemy, while he returned to the anatomy building, letting the murderous intention behind him surge into the sky.
Only at this moment did Wang Ruobing realize what a true practitioner was. Different from the clumsy swing of a knife by the young man next to him just now, these supporting people were full of special effects.
The sword energy is overflowing, the palms of the palms are thundering, and the mouths are spitting out divine fire. Unexpectedly, these people all possess unique skills.
In particular, the strong man with the sword jumped up and directly attacked the ancient corpse on the high platform, forcing the opponent to temporarily avoid it.
The long sword held a sword flower, and the high platform was split into two halves.
It’s really a demon Lord descending from heaven, just like the Tai Sui God on earth!
Such a comparison.
This boy is really awesome.
Of course, she didn't dare to say it, and the young man's courage just now was worthy of praise.
Feng Wuli walked back with an umbrella, came to the eaves and put it away without saying a word. She and two teachers stood side by side watching the output of her teammates - Wang Ruobing was not feeling well.
She reminded: "Um... young hero, don't you want to take me out?"
"Get out? Why are you going out?" Feng Wuli looked surprised.
She scratched her head and said with an honest smile: "You seemed to have said you would take me out just now."
"Really? Did I just say that?" He turned to ask the two general education teachers.
Most of the teachers nodded.
Feng Wuli had a look on his face that this was happening, his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "I would have gotten out if I could, how could I have gotten out." Without the spiritual entanglement of Yang Shen and Wang Xilou, all his spiritual power was locked in his body. It is impossible to vent oneself and bring someone out of trouble.
"Then what you just said -"
He said matter-of-factly: "It would be shameful to let them know that I can't get out."
"..."
At this point, Feng Wuli's image in her heart had completely collapsed into a black hole, and the high-ranking appearance he had half an hour ago was gone forever.
(End of chapter)
