There is no grading for cultivators, there is no A, B, C, etc., there is no grading mechanism, and if you pass the test, you are a cultivator of several levels, and you have not broken through the bottleneck one by one, breaking through the border and entering the next stage.

It is all written for the reader to have a clear feeling, turning the abstract into concrete, while the reality is not concrete.

So everybody is very abstract.

If you have to say it, there are only two realms between cultivators, mortal and immortal, and there are so many immortals, if you say first-class masters, second-rate masters, peerless masters, etc., junior monsters, intermediate monsters, big monsters, etc., it is just that people tout their own praise.

To sum up, you can blow, and you are also a peerless master, otherwise your strength is as abstract as your person.

But the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are sophisticated.

How you follow your feet, who the master is, what skills you have learned, which famous rivers and lakes you have fought with, and what your achievements are, everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts.

Aunt Wang is a good example, just such a pitiful two realms, you have to go to the ...... I can't afford to provoke it.

Like this ancient corpse, its strength is one or two notches lower than last year's Blood Demon, and the Blood Demon is already at the level of the elder of the Great Gate Sect in the cultivator world.

That's roughly how the division of power came about.

The world of cultivators is not big, which sect, which sect, which family, as long as it is not born in the deep mountains and old forests, it is basically like a few treasures.

Like the people who came this time, most of them were in their thirties and forties, and they could see at a glance that they were all good players.

Xu Qingyu, the little girl from Penglai I saw last time, also came, as well as that junior brother Liu Tian, and a few Yunlu Palace Dao Masters who watched him grow up, many of them were people from the local sect clan of Fran, and there were also cultivators from other places who worked in Fran's company.

They saw a building appear inside the ghost, which had never happened before, and then they saw several people under the eaves of the dissected building.

The little girl from Penglai waved to him from afar.

Stepping into the ghost is still like an outing, and the gate is different, with an aura of life and death that is as unreasonable as the wind, on the other hand, the junior brother who followed her looked like a duck who was going to die.

As they stepped into this place, the beautiful woman on the high platform paused for a moment, thousands of tons of heavenly water hovered in the air, and in the next second, the torrential rain in the sky suddenly fell, and in the frightened eyes of Wang Ruobing and the general teachers, this space called Ghost Snake completely showed its horror.

It was like a high-temperature red sword forged by a thousand hammers stabbed into cold water, and the bursting boiling was accompanied by countless mist jets out, and countless spirits with red eyes poured out of the city, covering the sky like a tide.

The boy walked out.

Unlike when he rushed out again and again just now, this time he didn't know where he took out an umbrella and faced the dozens of communication personnel in overalls in front of the dissection building.

Everyone else was drenched in the rain, but he was holding an umbrella, not to mention anything else, and he came up all at once.

The young man glanced at the leading man, and only said coldly: "You gave the wrong information, and you are late." "If someone else had received this task, he would have been a dried corpse by now.

In Wang Ruobing's eyes, the one-meter-eight Feng Wuli is already a tall man, but in front of him is a man who is close to two meters tall and has the physique of Schwarzenegger.

And now that I'm still in the mood to chat, those evil ghosts who don't seem to be good stubble are all pouring over.

The man lowered his head, and his voice was deep and loud: "It is the responsibility of the company." ”

Feng Wuli didn't bother to care who was responsible, he pointed to the girl behind him: "My mission is complete, there are ordinary people trapped here, I want to escort her out." ”

The man looked up at her, Wang Ruobing suddenly felt like a little sheep being targeted by a lion, she shrunk her neck and smiled, eager to show her belly to him like a cat, and make a gesture to show her harmlessness.

She felt like a country girl who had strayed into a celebrity dinner, inexplicably embarrassed and uneasy, she was so out of place, although the crystal chandelier of the dinner party was an endless branch thunderstorm, the host of the dinner party was a three-meter-tall thousand-year-old corpse, and the guests of the dinner party were men with knives and guns - fortunately, she met a gentle handsome brother, and now she was finally going to take her out of this strayed dinner.

As a result, the man does not pay attention to himself.

He just nodded at the boy.

Turn around, draw your sword—

Under the rainy night, the wandering spirits are like a tide.

In the next second, Wang Ruobing saw the sword in the hand of the nearly two-meter-tall man, and the rainstorm was cut for 0.5 seconds, and a fault appeared in the rain curtain.

As if it was a legendary sword qi, the dozens of evil ghosts in front of him who were about to approach the dissecting building were swept by a white light and instantly dissolved.

He is a member of the Shushan Sword Sect.

"I'll kill the demon girl, you will assist me!"

Feng Wuli turned around at the same time as them, but they killed the enemy forward, and he returned to the dissecting building, allowing the killing intent to soar behind him.

Wang Ruobing only realized at this moment what a real cultivator is, unlike the young man around him who was clumsily swinging his knife just now, these people who supported him were full of special effects.

The sword aura was overflowing, the palm was thundering, and the mouth was spitting divine fire, but I didn't expect these people to have unique skills.

Especially the strong man with the sword, he jumped up and directly killed the ancient corpse on the high platform, forcing the other party to temporarily avoid three points.

The long sword pulled a sword flower, and the high platform was split in half.

It's really a demon lord in the sky, just like the Tai Sui God in the world!

Such a comparison.

This boy is really pulling.

Of course, she didn't dare to say it, and just now, the young man's more and more courageous momentum deserves a commendable spirit.

Feng Wuli walked back with an umbrella, came to the eaves and put the umbrella away, didn't speak, and she had two teachers, standing side by side to watch the output of his teammates - Wang Ruobing's whole person was not good.

She reminded: "That ...... Shaoxia, aren't you going to take me out? ”

"Get out? Why go out? Feng Wuli looked surprised.

She scratched her head and smiled innocently, "You seem to have just said that you took me out." ”

"Really? Did I just say that? He turned to the two general teachers.

The teacher nodded.

Feng Wuli had this on his face, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "If I can get out, I will go out early, where can I get out." "Without the spiritual entanglement of Yang God and Wang Xilou, his spiritual power is locked in his body without an outlet, and he can't take someone out of the ghost.

"Then you just said-"

He said as a matter of course: "Let them know that I can't get out, and I have no face." ”

“……”

At this point, the image of Feng Wuli in her heart has completely collapsed into a black hole, and the appearance of a master half an hour ago is gone.

(End of chapter)