Chapter 155: Three Stages, Nine Levels, and Eighty-One Orders
Indeed, if that's the case, it does mean a lot. Chen Ling nodded approvingly, and then said: "But I still advise you to give up this idea, from the tone of the Martial Emperor-level master I met, I can basically hear that he is very helpless about what has happened." If there is really a way to undo all this, won't those masters of the hidden world do it? With their strength, they are more capable of completing this matter, but they don't have it, but choose to hide the world, which means that they can't do anything about it. Chen Ling looked at him.
Chen Ling didn't say a word left, but Bai Qingquan could tell from his face what he wanted to say.
It made him smile wryly.
These emperor-level masters can't help the Primordial Realm, unless they can once give birth to the state of emperor-level masters, he can't do it even if he unites with other martial kings.
"I don't know what happened. Bai Qingquan muttered to himself.
"I want to know too. Chen Ling also muttered to himself.
Bai Qingquan only knew that there had been an incident in the Nine Realms Continent that caused the Primal Realm to lose its power, but Chen Ling knew at least two things, one was this thing that could have happened ten thousand years ago, and the other was something that happened about eight thousand years ago, the aura of the Nine Realms Continent was polluted.
The previous thing was too long and too long, and Chen Ling, who had been for a long time, didn't want to pay attention to it at all, just like Jiang Qingyun said that this was a thing that didn't make sense to know, he was more interested in the latter thing, and the matter of the aura being polluted was obviously the one that really had a very big impact on him.
It's just that it's useless for him to be interested in it.
That's why Chen Ling didn't bother to think about it.
"Chief Pavilion Master, there's no need to think about the things that have changed, I'll go back if it's okay. Chen Ling said.
"Wait a minute. Bai Qingquan stopped him and asked a little embarrassedly, "Chen Ling, is it really so different from Shi Haotian's abilities?"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?"
"Honestly, of course. ”
"When you've come into contact with emperor-level masters, you'll know how far apart you are from them. When you reach the emperor level, even if it is only a first-order ascension, it is also a level of ascension, and that power is difficult for you to understand now. Martial artists are divided into nine levels and eighty-one levels, if you are brave enough, you can actually continue to score upwards, and after the division, you will know why there is so much difference. ”
"How to divide it?" Bai Qingquan asked seriously.
"Three stages, nine levels, and eighty-one orders. Chen Ling said lightly.
"Three stages?" Bai Qingquan was stunned for a moment.
"That's right, three paragraphs. The three levels of martial apprentices, warriors, and martial artists are one stage, that is, the stage of ordinary martial artists, and the three levels of martial arts, martial arts, and martial kings are another stage, which can be regarded as the stage of masters, and finally the three levels of martial emperors, martial emperors, and martial gods are the highest stage, and the martial artists at this stage are strong enough to compete with heaven and earth. Of course, no one has ever reached the Martial God, and no one knows how powerful the Martial God realm is, perhaps this divine word is the best explanation. ”
Listening to Chen Ling's words, Bai Qingquan's face became solemn and relieved.
Before, he just thought that the Martial King and the Martial Emperor might not be much different, but now that he was segmented, he suddenly felt that the second stage and the third stage were completely different things, although he was the highest level of the second stage, but compared with the initial level of the third stage, horror was not a comparison on one level.
"Chen Ling, how exactly do you know this, why do I feel that you are very familiar with the things of the third stage?" Whether it was his judgment in this regard or his evaluation of him and Shi Haotian, he could feel that Chen Ling seemed to be very familiar with the power of the emperor level.
Chen Ling didn't answer, waved his hand and went back towards the martial arts hall.
In the past, he had already entered the upper third order of the Martial Emperor level, and no one was more familiar with these things than him.
Looking at his proud back, Bai Qingquan shook his head with a wry smile, and then a smile appeared on his face, after Chen Ling said this, his heart was much clearer about many things.
"Chen Ling, who are you?" Bai Qingquan muttered to himself and left.
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The competition in the martial arts hall continued, but Chen Ling obviously had no interest, and Mo Chunjiao and the others also knew that Chen Ling would not be interested in the next competition, so as soon as he and Bai Qingquan left, they waited at the gate of the martial arts hall.
"Chen Ling, what did the head hall master tell you?" As soon as she saw Chen Ling coming, Mo Chunjiao ran over.
"Didn't say anything, you said that the recent progress has been very great, and I hope you continue to work hard. Chen Ling smiled.
"If he says this, why doesn't he tell me, but tells you? Mo Chunjiao glanced at him, knowing that they were talking about things that they didn't need to know, and gossiping about it for a while, she asked with a hippie smile: "You just watched my game, right?
"It's not bad, after all, you are just a martial artist, the other party is already a martial artist, although the time has dragged on a little, but this victory is the greatest affirmation for you. Chen Ling said without hesitation.
"Hee-hee. Mo Chunjiao grinned, so happy, it was like she was about to fly into the sky as light as a swallow.
"Okay, don't be shy, go back and continue to cultivate, I'm afraid the competition in the fifth round will be more intense. With that, Chen Ling left.
Mo Chunjiao and the three immediately followed.
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The fourth round lasted until the next night, when the original 102 players were brutally eliminated and only 51 remained.
Of the eight hundred and ten, there are fifty-one people left, and there is no doubt that these fifty-one people are the strongest of the strongest in the third group.
But sometimes, luck is just as important as strength.
It's like before the start of the second round, Mo Chunjiao's luck allowed her to win two games without a fight, which was her luck.
Luck is a good thing and a bad thing, the good is luck, and the bad is also luck.
After the fourth round, the rules of the game for the primary selection changed.
Each of the 81 groups only needs the final ten winners, and if you continue the previous rules, you will not be able to get the final ten winners, so the rules of the last game of the primary selection will change very much.
Before the final round of the fifth round begins, one player is eliminated by lot, and the remaining 50 people are divided into groups of five for a total of 10 groups, and each group of five players fights to determine a winner.
The reason why I talked about luck earlier is because one out of fifty-one people will be eliminated by his own unlucky luck.
It's a very cruel rule.
The person who relied on strength to reach this round of the game did not lose because of poor strength, but was eliminated because of a draw, which may be very unwilling.
But this is the rule, and there is no way to be unwilling.