In this regard, Lu Ce also wanted to say something, and seemed to be a little unhappy, so he continued, "The body of a martial artist is equivalent to a huge container, they absorb the vitality that exists in the vast world through cultivation, and when the vitality gathers in the body to reach a certain amount, it will condense into a cyclone in their body, and then turn it into their own power through refining, and gradually this cyclone will slowly evolve into an air pocket.

However, there is a limit to the amount of vitality that each air pocket can hold, so when the next air pocket is successfully condensed, it means that the cultivator has changed essentially. Through the number of air pockets, the martial artists are divided into ten levels: martial apprentice, quasi-warrior, warrior, martial guard, grandmaster, grand master, martial king, martial honor, and martial saint. When the nine air pockets can finally be combined into one, it means that the cultivator has reached the pinnacle of this world, the Martial God.

Similarly, the same is true for the soul master among the warriors. However, due to the physique, there are only eight air pockets that the soul master can condense at most, so the soul master is divided into nine levels: soul manifestation, soul entry, soul fixing, soul forging, soul sect, soul king, soul honor, soul saint, and finally the eight air pockets are combined into one, achieving the peak realm of the soul master - soul immortal.

As for the ultimate martial artist, he is probably the same as the martial artist, but as far as I know, the strongest extreme martial artist has cultivated to the realm of the martial king, that is, he has successfully condensed seven air pockets, but don't look at the realm of the martial king, he has the strength comparable to the martial saint, and he has defeated many martial artists.

With continuous practice, a warrior can condense the natal bead in his body. Natal beads, as the name suggests, are closely related to the life of a warrior. After all, there is a critical point in the strength of the human body, when their body can't withstand the power they have, the natal beads will gradually be condensed. Therefore, most of the power obtained from subsequent cultivation will also be contained in this natal orb. Due to the different potentials of people, the stages of condensing the natal beads are also different. Basically, the later the person condenses the natal beads, the stronger the strength will be, because that proves that his body can withstand more power.

Not only humans, but the demons still have their own ranks, but compared to humans, their levels are much less, only six: Demon Guard, Demon Warrior, Demon Master, Demon General, Demon Venerable, and Demon God.

Whether it is martial arts, souls, and demons, each level has nine stages.

The desolate beast clan also has grades, yellow, xuan, earth, heaven, and god. Between the first three levels, every other level will be divided into upper, middle, and lower levels, but as for the heaven level and the god level, there is no such division. At that point, the division of strength depends entirely on the power of the bloodline and one's own talent.

The beasts are divided into three camps, one is to help people resist the demons, some of them become the mounts of humans, some become the guardians of humans, one is to help the demons slaughter humans, and the last group is to live in the gap between humans and demons, they don't want to help, but sometimes they will make some choices for their own interests.

Although those at people's dinner tables also belong to the desolate beast family, just like the rabbit that has just been roasted and eaten by us, but because the power of the bloodline that originally belonged to the desolate beast has been diluted and diverted for many years, it is now very rare. Even the lowest level, the Yellow Rank, and the lower level, it can't reach it. Of course, there are some people who often bring some yellow-level and Xuan-level desolate beasts to the dinner table, and even more even eat the ground-level desolate beasts into their stomachs, of course, if you want to eat them in your stomach, it is absolutely impossible to do without a certain strength. Here, Lu Ce was a little thirsty, so he picked up the apple that Wang Zhen had given him just now and took a bite, perhaps because he was too serious in his statement, he didn't notice the change in the expressions of Wang Zhen's family. Originally, it was enough to just talk about the hierarchy of martial artists, but Lu Ce said more on a whim.

Although Wang Zhen's father had thought that Lu Ce would know some, he didn't expect that Lu Ce would know so much. At this time, the mouths of all three of them were very wide open, so big that they could stuff a duck egg. It wasn't until Lu Ce stopped for a while that they came to their senses, and then closed their big mouths.

At this time, Wang Zhen, who didn't understand anything, was the one who reacted the fastest, so he asked Lu Ce with doubts, "Speaking of strategy, don't tell me that all of this was told to you by your drunkard father." ”

As soon as he heard Wang Zhen ask this, his father was a little unhappy, because it was too impolite for him to ask like this, but before he could criticize Wang Zhen, he had already heard Lu Ce say, "Then who do you think will tell me this." Only now did he speak in a child-like tone, without the tone of an adult just now. He didn't care about what Wang Zhen said, because after playing together for so long, it didn't matter what jokes he made.

"Uh" asked here, Wang Zhen was a little short of words again.

Without waiting for Wang Zhen to continue asking, Wang Zhen's father began to ask, for men, satisfying their intellectual curiosity is a very important thing, "Then Xiaoce, how does your father know so much?"

Lu Ce looked at Wang Zhen's father, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Actually, my father is a martial artist. ”

"Ah!" This news is definitely more shocking to them than the big set that Lu Ce said just now, after all, what he just said is just some knowledge, and this news is very shocking, although the number of martial artists in this world is too large to count, but if there is a martial artist in such a remote mountain village, not only will that family be famous, maybe even their village will be different because of the existence of this martial artist.

"Then, what is the realm of that Nianxing?" Wang Zhen's father continued to ask, and he was a little cautious in asking so far, for fear that Lu Ce would give them some shocking news again.

"King Wu, maybe it will be higher. Lu Ce said calmly.

"What, Uncle Nianxing, the drunkard, is actually a Martial King?" Although Wang Zhen didn't know how strong the Martial King was, he had just heard Lu Ce introduce the rank of a martial artist, and the Martial King was a title that could only be possessed at the seventh level of a martial artist.

Wang Zhen didn't know what kind of realm King Wu was, but Wang Zhen's father knew. If it is said that the realm of the grandmaster can be achieved through continuous efforts, breaking through the realm of the grandmaster to reach the realm of the great grandmaster can be said to be a qualitative leap, but not everyone can make a leap, even if many people awaken the natal beast, they can only be trapped in the realm of the grandmaster for various reasons and will never enter the realm again. What's more, this is not just the Great Grandmaster, but the Martial King above the Grandmaster.

The strength of a grandmaster is very strong, Wang Zhen's father remembered the story his father told him, about two hundred years ago, the current village chief Zhao Laole's grandfather Zhao Feng is a martial artist in the realm of grandmasters, he joined the army in his early years, and fought against the demons in the far north, but he was discharged from the army due to injury. When he returned to this village, he had already severed an arm, but in a robbery of bandits, he wiped out nearly a hundred bandits with the strength of one person, and there were also some low-level warriors among the other party, including not only martial artists but also soul masters, but even so, they were all wiped out by this grandmaster who had cut off one arm.

Since then, Zhao Feng has become the patron saint of the village, and until now there is no shortage of people who will talk about his deeds, of course, every time Zhao Laole hears it, a chrysanthemum will bloom on his face, and the smile is so bright, after all, there is such a grandfather who has a light on his face.

In the past 200 years, there have been several martial artists in the village, and these families have also risen because of this, and all of them have moved into the city, Zhao Laole's family is very disdainful of this, and they will criticize these people every time, and then talk about the deeds of Zhao Feng back then, as the great grandmaster, he became the patron saint of the village, so that the village was quiet for decades. Zhao Laole is like this, and so is his father and grandfather.

However, those who were criticized by them were even more disdainful of their family, saying that they were just relying on the shadow of their ancestors to become the village head. Every time someone moves, there is a 'big war', but even that doesn't stop them from yearning for the town.

To sum up, you can know that a martial artist who is a martial king is actually a drunkard who is drunk all day long, and the news is stimulating to Wang Zhen's father.

Originally, he wanted to ask what Nianxing's natal beast was, but he was afraid of hearing some shocking news, so he didn't ask again.

However, if he doesn't ask, it doesn't mean that others won't ask, just when Wang Zhen's father was still surprised, he heard Wang Zhen's mother ask curiously, "That Xiao Ce, who is the natal beast of Nianxing?"