Walking around the city of Yuzhou, Li Zhu couldn't help but think when he looked at the bustling streets, he was afraid that he would not see such a scene one day in the future.

At this time, he suddenly saw a teahouse in front of him, and a group of people gathered in the teahouse, as if waiting for something, he took a look, and wanted to go to the noodle restaurant on the other side of the teahouse to eat such a bowl of Yangchun noodles, but seeing the scene in this teahouse made Li Zhu feel a little surprised, so he walked into this teahouse, chose a place by the window and asked for a pot of good tea, and listened carefully.

"I see" Li Zhu thought it was something, it turned out that there was a famous storyteller here who was about to start telling stories, which made him feel a little interesting, after all, he Li Zhu had not experienced this kind of scene of listening to others tell stories, and he was highly tense along the way, so he had to relax, so he waited while drinking tea.

After a while, an old storyteller walked in from the outside, he walked through the crowd without hurrying, and without any extra movements, he entered from so many surrounding crowds, which made Li Zhu next to him look at him in surprise, and Li Zhu found that it seemed that the old man's afterglow also glanced at him. "Could it be that this old man noticed my gaze, it's kind of interesting."

The old storyteller sat on a wooden bench in the center of the teahouse, and in front of him was a long wooden table, on which the old storyteller placed a wooden sword in his left hand.

"It doesn't look like a storyteller, it's like a swordsman" Li Zhu looked at the old man's temperament and said such a sentence casually, but the old man seemed to pause, and then came back to his senses and coughed lightly, at this time the whole hall was quiet, and the people of all sizes were waiting for the old man to tell the story, Li Zhu didn't find the old man just now, but he also wanted to know what the old man was going to say.

The old storyteller's sonorous voice spoke: "The hierarchy of this world is very simple.

Because there is no general perception of the realm, we can only judge different strengths, which are roughly divided into: ordinary, extraordinary, city destruction, natural disaster, world destruction, and species level.

Each level has three stages, low, medium, and high.

Each small stage has only a change in quantity.

Included, the ordinary low level is just ordinary, but the intermediate level has ten times the strength of an adult male, the intermediate level is a hundred times, and the advanced level is a thousand times. Judging the hierarchy is simply physical strength.

When the ordinary level of strength reaches the limit, it will awaken its own ability, a skill brought by talent and bloodline, causing the transformation of individual life, roughly: human, ghost, beast, and extremely rare demon. The strength of the transcendent level generally depends on the level of skill, and of course there is no shortage of people who take other paths.

The concept of transcendental level is very vague, depending on the understanding of the nature of the skill.

City Destruction Level, as the name suggests, is to have the power to destroy a city with one's own strength, and advancing to the City Destruction Level means that one's ability has evolved to the fourth stage, and relying on one's own natural skills, deriving new skills.

The level concept of the city destruction level should be calculated from the aggressiveness, practicality, skill use conditions, and cost of the skill, and the process is complex, but what can destroy a human city must be the city destruction level.

Natural disaster level, human power is unmatched, with natural disaster level power, it is no longer just flesh and blood, natural disaster level powerhouses have created their own path, every move, with the power of the sky, to this level, the vast majority of people's road will come to an end.

The world-destroying level is the god. Speaking of this, the old storyteller's voice stopped abruptly, and then said that this was the content of the story written in the mutilated ancient book that he inadvertently obtained, and he sighed: "The power in this book is really desirable" Turning back and glancing at Li Zhu is leaving the teahouse, the people around him did not mean to stop them, and they all fantasized again, imagining how good it would be if they also had the power that they didn't understand in the book.

At this time, Li Zhu, who came back to his senses, couldn't calm down for a long time, "What is this, is it an ancient voice?" This is the beginning of fantasy novels, right? I'm afraid it's not the beginning of an unknown little writer who wants to write it but is afraid that no one will watch it."

Listening to the book that the old man said, Li Zhu stared at the teacup in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Thief" The voice of a little girl sounded, his ear power was better than ordinary people when he first entered the great heaven, and the voice in the noodle restaurant opposite made him hear some,

"Who do you say is the thief?" Another voice came, and it was full of anger.

"This.... This is the voice of his younger brother, no, this is Li Xingyun's voice, could it be that Lu You robbed Lu Linxuan in this noodle restaurant" At this moment, he wanted to go in and have a look, but he suppressed his urge to go in, if he really went, what should he do, he shouldn't have appeared, once his identity was exposed, it would be worth the loss if it caused unnecessary trouble.

Li Zhu calmed down, gently picked up the teacup and drank it, then slowly put on the black mask and looked out the window.