not a monster

Chapter 293 Non-combustibles
There is no rating for practitioners, there is no A, B, C, etc., and there is no grading mechanism. After passing the test, you will be a practitioner of several levels, and there is no one by one to break through the bottleneck and pass the barrier to enter the next stage.

Those are all novels written for readers to have a clear feeling, turning abstraction into concreteness, but reality is not concrete.

So everyone is abstract.

If I have to say, there are only two realms among practitioners, mortals and immortals, and there are so many immortals. If we talk about first-rate masters, second-rate masters, peerless masters, junior monsters, middle-level monsters, big monsters and the like, they are no more than people. Each touted.

To sum up, if you can play, you are also a peerless master, otherwise your strength is as abstract as your people.

But the rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are about the ways of the world.

How are you doing, who is the master, what skills have you learned, who have played with famous people in the world, and what is the record, everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

Aunt Wang is a good example. You have to go beyond these two pitiful realms...you can't afford to provoke them.

Like this ancient corpse, its strength is one or two ranks lower than that of last year's Gorefiend, and in the world of practitioners, the Gorefiend is already considered a veteran of the sect.

The division of strength is roughly like this.

The world of cultivators is not big, and any school, sect, family or household, as long as they are not born in the deep mountains and old forests, they are basically the same.

Most of the people who came this time were in their 40s and [-]s, and Feng Wuli could tell at a glance that they were all experts.

Xu Qingyu, the little girl from Penglai whom I saw last time, also came, as well as Liu Tian, ​​the junior student, and several Yunlu Palace priests who watched him grow up. The out-of-town practitioners work in Fran's company.

They saw a building actually appearing in the ghost creature, which had never happened before, and then they saw several people under the eaves of the dissecting building at a glance.

The little girl from Penglai waved to him from a distance.

Stepping into ghosts is still like going on an outing. The people sent out by the gate are different, with the same life and death aura as Feng Wuli. On the other hand, the elementary school boy who followed her looked as if 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 hovered in the air, and the next second, the heavy rain suddenly fell in the air. The space named Ghost Creature thoroughly demonstrated its horror.

Like a hammered high-temperature red sword piercing into cold water, the bursting boiling was accompanied by countless sprays of mist, and countless wandering souls with red eyes shot out of the city, covering the sky like a tide.

The boy went out.

Unlike when he rushed out just now, 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 drenched in the rain, but he was the only one who was holding an umbrella, not to mention anything else, he was forced to come up immediately.

The boy glanced at the leading man, and said coldly: "You gave wrong information, and you were late." If someone else received this task, they would be a mummified body now.

In Wang Ruobing's eyes, Feng Wuli, who is 1.8 meters tall, is already very tall, but in front of him is a man who is nearly two meters tall and has a physique like Schwarzenegger. With a stubborn appearance of repeated defeats, she subconsciously worried that this boy she had known for a long time would be treated unfriendly.

And now they are still in the mood to chat, and those evil ghosts who don't seem to be good have rushed over.

The man lowered his head, and his voice was deep and loud: "It's the company's responsibility."

Feng Wuli didn't care who was responsible, he pointed to the girl behind him: "My mission is completed, an ordinary person is trapped here, I want to escort her out."

The man looked up at her, and Wang Ruobing suddenly felt like a little sheep being stared at by a lion. She shrank her neck and smiled coquettishly, wishing to show him her belly like a cat, showing her harmlessness.

She feels like an old country girl who strayed into a celebrity dinner, inexplicably embarrassed, she is so out of place, even though the crystal chandelier of the dinner is an endless thunderstorm, and the host of the dinner is a three-meter-high thousand-year-old corpse , the guests at the dinner party are heroes with knives and guns—fortunately, I met a gentle and handsome brother, and now I will finally take her away from this dinner party that I entered by mistake.

As a result, the man ignored himself.

He just nodded at the boy.

Turn around, draw your sword—

Under the rainy night, wandering souls are like waves.

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

Like the legendary sword energy, dozens of evil spirits in front of the dissecting building were swept away by a white light and instantly melted away.

He is a member of Shushan Sword Sect.

"I'm going to kill that witch, you help me!"

Feng Wuli turned around at the same time as them, but they killed the enemy and moved forward, while he returned to the anatomy building, letting the murderous intent behind him rise to the sky.

It was only at this moment that Wang Ruobing realized what a real cultivator is. Unlike the boy who was around him clumsily swinging a knife just now, the special effects of these supporting people are full.

The sword energy is overflowing, the palm of the palm is thundering, and the mouth is full of fire. I didn't expect that all of these people possess unique skills.

Especially the strong man with the sword leaped up and directly charged at the ancient corpse on the high platform, forcing the opponent to dodge three points temporarily.

The long sword turned into a sword flower, and the high platform was split in two.

It is really the devil descended from 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 vigor of getting more and more courageous after getting frustrated, can be regarded as a commendation of spirit.

Feng Wuli walked back with the umbrella, came to the eaves and put the umbrella away, didn't speak, stood side by side with her and two teachers, watching the output of teammates - Wang Ruobing was not well.

She reminded: "That...young man, don't you want to take me out?"

"Go out? Why do you want to go out?" Feng Wuli looked surprised.

She scratched her head and said with a simple smile: "You seem to have said that you took me out just now."

"Really? Did I just say that?" He turned his head and asked the two general teachers.

Most of the teachers nodded.

Feng Wuli looked as if there was such a thing, his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, he said: "If I could get out, I would have been out earlier, how could I get out." Without the spiritual entanglement of Yangshen and Wang Xilou, his spiritual power was locked in his body It's impossible to take a person out of ghosts and ghosts.

"Then you just said—"

He took it for granted: "Let them know that I can't get out, how embarrassing."

"..."

So far, Feng Wuli's image in her heart has completely collapsed into a black hole, and the tall man he was half an hour ago is gone forever.

(End of this chapter)