Chapter 308

Ding Ning proudly hugged his arm: "what's up, second master? Does this dark spirit taste good?"

"Hum, it's just dark strength. It's none of my business!"

The meat mountain gradually shrinks and soon recovers its original appearance, but the God of wealth turns red and angry. It is obvious that he has suffered a dark loss.

"Hee hee, second master, I have left my hand. I only use five strength. If I use nine strength, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Ding Ning put his arm around the shoulder of the God of wealth and said with a sad face.

The God of Wealth showed a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "this is not my strongest defense state, but I suffered a little loss when I underestimated the enemy."

"Hum, you just have a hard mouth!"

Ding Ning always knew that the second master was a master who was never willing to suffer losses. He muttered in contempt.

"Are you really the second master to tell you jokes?"

The God of wealth looked positive: "then I'll let you feel the real strength of the second master."

Ding Ning looked stunned. Unexpectedly, the second master was so serious. Before being discouraged, the God of wealth suddenly exuded a terrible momentum.

That momentum was like awe inspiring power, which made Ding Ning's hands and feet cold. Unexpectedly, he had a heart of fear and his eyes showed a look of horror.

As soon as the momentum of the God of wealth was issued, he said proudly, "what's the feeling?"

"I feel irresistible, my confidence collapses, and my combat power will be greatly weakened. What kind of martial arts is this?"

Ding Ning asked with lingering fear.

"This is not martial arts, this is the potential of a strong master!"

The God of wealth raised his eyebrows proudly and sat down on the sofa, awkwardly raising his legs and shaking.

"Shi? Master Shi's second master is a master?"

Ding Ning's eyes lit up and asked excitedly.

"Of course, what a martial arts genius the second master is. If he hasn't been a master for so many years, he'll fart."

The God of wealth said with a sad face.

"What about the great master? Are Uncle Wu and sister qiao'er great masters? And dad?"

Ding Ning asked excitedly.

The God of wealth's proud face immediately collapsed. His nose was not his nose, but his eyes: "except for your clever sister, your master father and three masters are masters."

Ding Ning asked eagerly, "what about dad?"

"Your father is not a master."

A look of admiration flashed in the God of wealth's eyes, "but the combat power is far better than the master. Even if it is a great master, your father can fight."

"What? Daddy is so awesome?"

Ding Ning clenched his fist excitedly.

"Cow?" A look of indignation flashed across the God of wealth's face: "if your father hadn't been abandoned, what would a great master have done?"

"What are you talking about? Dad was abandoned? Who is it? Who is it?"

Ding Ning was shocked all over, and his eyes were red in an instant. He roared angrily, and his killing intention was undisguised.

"Er! You'll know that later."

The God of wealth was surprised that he had leaked his mouth and said vaguely.

"Second master, just tell me. I promise I won't be impulsive."

Ding Ning was murderous and restrained. He sat next to the God of wealth with a clever face and shook his arm.

"Come on, don't follow me. It's for your own good not to tell you. When the time is ripe, your father will tell you himself."

The God of wealth turned his mouth. How many people are still playing with children.

Seeing Ding Ning's face lost, the God of wealth quickly changed the topic and said, "your cultivation is good among young people now. You have reached the dark strength period. Although it's nothing in the ancient martial world, it's also very good in the secular world."

"Dark energy period? What do you mean?" Ding Ning said with a puzzled face.

The God of wealth scratched his head and asked, "don't you know the level of martial arts?"

"None of you told me, but I've heard others say that martial arts are divided into seven levels: SSS, SS, s, a, B, C and D. a level is equivalent to a martial arts master, s level is equivalent to a master, SS level is equivalent to a great master, and SSS level is equivalent to a martial god."

"Who did you listen to?"

The God of wealth's face became very strange: "haven't I told you the level of martial arts before?"

"No, isn't it?"

Ding Ning's father-in-law was confused.

The God of wealth had a red face, and told Ding Ning that he was responsible for the classification of the warriors. He thought he had told Ding Ning before, and the result was a big oolong.

Fortunately, it's better to make up for it now. I immediately coughed and said, "what you said about the level division is not wrong, but that's the level division standard of foreigners. I tell you that the people of this level division must be some special departments?"

Ding Ning nodded. Although he didn't know which department Qiu Hong was from, he must be from a special department.

"Martial arts are divided into modern martial arts system and ancient martial arts system. The ancient martial arts system is divided into human martial arts, Xuanwu, earthly martial arts, heavenly martial arts and Zhenwu. Of course, there is a realm above Zhenwu, which is called divine martial arts, but no one dares to determine whether this realm really exists. After all, few people can reach Zhenwu realm. Divine martial arts is just a legend."

The God of wealth said solemnly: "The modern martial arts also have a detailed hierarchy in the outer kingdom of China, which is divided into mingjin'er, dingjin'er, huajin'er, master, great master and martial god. As for the ABCD level you mentioned, it is the international standard for the division of martial arts, which is made by foreigners. Although the hierarchy is very clear, the concept is very vague. It only depends on strength, speed and reaction One of them can be promoted if it meets the standard. It simply can't reflect the breadth and depth of our Shenzhou martial arts. "

Ding Ning suddenly said, "no wonder there will be a situation where Level C fighters defeat level B fighters."

"The foreign devils know a little about martial arts. They rely on data to speak. They just play the piano indiscriminately. They don't know how profound and data-based martial arts is. Hehe, it's a joke. Don't talk about martial arts. Even ordinary people have the potential to explode. It's hard to say that level-D martial arts can explode into Level-A martial arts? It's funny to recognize them There are only some special departments of the country to divide the standards. After all, we should be in line with international standards. In fact, in our Shenzhou, the level of modern fighters has detailed division and standards. "

The God of wealth was thirsty and motioned Ding Ning to pour him a glass of water. Ding Ning skillfully poured him water. The God of wealth took a sip and then continued: "mingjiner is not only the threshold for entering the martial arts, but also a process of polishing the body and controlling power. With the proficiency in the distribution and use of power, it is divided into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage and peak."

Speaking of this, the God of wealth glanced at Ding Ning: "when you first came to Ninghai to study, you were at the peak of Ming Jiner, but according to the level of ancient martial arts, you were in the early stage of human martial arts."

Ding Ning listened more and more confused: "am I a modern warrior or an ancient warrior?"

"You are a master of both ancient and modern martial arts."

The God of wealth smiled bitterly: "according to the truth, you should be an ancient warrior, but the ancient warrior is too dependent on Reiki, and the Reiki on the earth is thin, so you can only cultivate both. After all, the modern warrior has no dependence on Reiki, but depends on constantly polishing his physical quality and breaking through the limits of the human body again and again to improve his strength."

Speaking of which, The God of Wealth showed a look of admiration: "Your father was an ancient martial artist, but he was abandoned in those years, and his cultivation achievements in his life came to naught. Later, with his extraordinary perseverance, he embarked on the road of modern martial artist again. I don't know how much pain he suffered and how many crimes he suffered, so he can have today's strength. If his cultivation achievements were not abandoned in those years, I'm afraid it is at least in the tianwu realm now."

Ding Ning clenched his fist tightly and swore to himself that one day he would cut the bastard who had abandoned his father's Dantian and breathe for his father.

The God of wealth sipped his tea and continued: "you learn medicine with sister Qiao. You must know that there is natural Qi in the human body. Dark strength is also divided into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage and peak. The so-called dark strength is that you can initially use the true Qi in the human meridians to form a dark strength to invade the enemy's body and cause damage to the enemy during combat."

"What about the strength?" Ding Ning asked tirelessly.

"When huajiner comes, he can be called a master. His control of Jindao has reached the level of perfection. He can separate the Jindao in his body to hurt the enemy, and form a Jindao shield for defense. It can also be divided into four levels: initial stage, middle stage, late stage and peak. Even in China, there are not many who can reach huajiner master."

The God of wealth drank up the tea in one breath, put down the cup and said with a beaming smile: "at the master level, harmony and strength are different. The master has been able to understand his own potential and use the potential to oppress others. Under the master's potential, the enemy will have an invincible mind and lose his will to fight. Even if he bites his teeth to fight, his combat strength will be reduced sharply."

"What if two masters fight?"

Ding Ning asked curiously.

"It depends on who has a strong potential and who has a strong potential, who can win. Of course, potential is only one aspect, and there are competitions in strength, speed, responsiveness, combat effectiveness and so on. Moreover, everyone understands the potential differently. Therefore, as a master, his real combat effectiveness may be very different."

The God of wealth said with a sad face: "your second master, I understand that I am on the defensive. In the realm of a master, basically no one can break my defensive, which belongs to an invincible state."

"What about dad? Can't you break your defense?"

Ding Ning asked very seriously, but made the God of wealth look black and waved his hand impatiently: "can you not compare your father's pervert with me? The Dantian is gone, but he has more Qi stored in his meridians than in my Dantian. In addition, what he understands is the blade posture, which is indestructible. No master can carry his posture at all."

"What about Uncle Wu?" Ding Ning is still merciless to expose the cowhide of the God of wealth.

The God of wealth pulled his fat face and turned his eyes angrily: "your little Uncle Wu is also a pervert. His arrow potential, even your father should be afraid of three points. They don't count."

"Well, they don't count. What about the great master?"

Ding Ning, this is the rhythm of resolutely carrying out the face beating to the end.

"Er! The sour Confucian cultivates noble and righteous Qi. His realm is higher than me. I can't bear his potential for the time being."

The God of wealth's eyelids jumped, his face was not red and breathless, and he said, "I'm just in the middle of the guru. The old sour Confucian is already in the later stage of the guru. When I step into the later stage, he will certainly not break my defense."

"If you cut, you will boast and return the master's territory to invincible. Now it seems that you are still the weakest among them."

Ding Ning disdained his lips.

"Fart, your sister can't break my defense."

The God of wealth became angry and roared with a red face.

Ding Ning almost didn't smile and sprayed: "second master, can we have a face? Sister Qiao doesn't know martial arts at all. Why don't you say that the second dog next door can't break your defense?"

The God of wealth's fat face twitched and gasped: "little bastard, you know fart, sister Qiao can't do martial arts, but she is a spiritual master, do you know?"