Chapter 108

Smell speech, thousand Yi Lan nearly gas choking, eyes ruthlessly stare at Luo Feng.

What's in this guy's head.

Qian Yilan, don't explain.

On the hill, after silence for a while, Luo Feng couldn't help asking again, "that -- Qian Yi Lan classmate, which grade do you belong to?"

Luo Feng wants to roughly feel his own strength, which level of martial arts is equivalent to.

Qian Yi Lan eyes wiped a trace of pride, "Ming Jin three products after the stage."

The current martial arts, the younger generation under the age of 30, generally have the second grade of Ming and Jin. It can be said that Daming is excellent. In the later period of Mingjin's third grade, he was the best among the outstanding.

Qian Yilan is only 19 years old. She is also a genius in her school.

Her school, only a big brother, 25 years old, Ming Jin four grade mid!

Luo Feng doesn't know Qian Yilan's mind. However, observing Qian Yilan's manner, he can't help but shake his head. In Luo Feng's eyes, Qian Yilan's strength is not worth mentioning.

Lanyi is the late Ming Dynasty.

Such a simple contrast, Luo Feng is not sure what level of strength he is roughly equivalent to.

"There is always a specific sign of division between one grade and nine grade." Luo Feng couldn't help asking again.

Now that the conversation box has been opened, Qian Yilan has completely satisfied the curiosity of this nerd.

"It is true, and in some sects, there are special tools for testing the level of martial arts." Qian Yi Lan deep voice said, "realm, with force."

"The power of one blow is 300 Jin, which means that you have entered the threshold of martial arts, which is the early stage of Mingjin Yipin."

"The strength of the fist is 400 Jin, which is the early stage of Ming Jin's second grade."

"Superimposed on this. Until the fist strength of 1000 Jin, it was the early stage of Ming Jin's eight grades. This level, in many schools, is absolutely first-class master, decisive. "

"But from the early stage of Ming Jin's eight grades to the early stage of Ming Jin's nine grades, it's enough to span a thousand jin! That is to say, two thousand jin force can become the nine layers of Ming Jin. However, among the martial arts, there is a tripod of 1000 Jin. "

"One tripod is the eight grades of Mingjin. Two tripods, nine grades of Ming Jin. "

"It takes five tripods to transform the nine grades of Ming strength to one of dark strength."

"The dark strength of two products, the power of six cauldrons. Three seven tripods, four eight tripods and five grades are the power of nine tripods! "

Thousand Yi Lan's eye son wiped a hot, even worship.

"With the power of the nine cauldrons, he is the real master of martial arts in the world. His position is respected and his power is incomparable. He stomps his feet. The whole world of martial arts will tremble."

Qian Yi Lan's eyes are full of longing and hope.

But she also knows that this life is basically hopeless to reach the power of nine tripods.

In today's world, only a few people can count the power of the nine tripods. They are all Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world.

Even the five cauldron power, that is, the strength of the light to the dark strength of this level of martial arts, are less and less. In today's world, how many people can really calm down and concentrate on practicing martial arts?

Many people, the power of a cauldron, are lifelong goals.

"Nine tripods, nine thousand pounds in a fist." Luo Feng can't help but feel the shock of his eyes. The power of nine thousand pounds is so terrible. Luo Feng asked himself that he could not do it.

According to Qian Yilan's division standard of martial arts realm, Luo Feng is not sure of his position.

Luo Feng has been rolling in the army since he was a child. He has received special training like iron and steel. He has no martial arts skills. He only kills people in the army! His power, not so-called storage field, but throughout every cell of the body.

The dividing line between the bright and the dark is the power of the five cauldrons.

Luo Feng didn't cultivate any internal mental skills. He had no hidden strength to speak of. However, he asked himself that his all-out fist was more than five tripods!

There is no clear positioning.

However, Luo Feng is sure that among the martial arts, those who are strong and strong can not threaten themselves.

"Hey, nerd, what are you doing?" Qian Yi Lan interrupted Luo Feng's meditation and shook his hand.

Luo Feng smile, "I was thinking, my strength can reach which realm of martial arts."

"You?" Qian Yilan glanced at him, "some people are born with divine power, but they also have brute force. In my opinion, congratulations. You should have stepped into the threshold of martial arts. If you can teach more than 40 students a lesson, you should have about 300 kg of strength. "

Luo Feng was overjoyed, "so I am the existence of Mingjin Yipin."

The quality of Mingjin should be described as "being".

Well, a nerd is a nerd.

Thousand Yi Lan mouth corner a Nuo.

"By the way, Qian Yilan, you just said that the power of nine cauldrons is only five grades of dark strength. Then, how about going down again?"

"You man, what's the use of asking questions that have nothing to do with you?" Qian Yilan glared at him angrily, "in today's world, the most powerful are just claiming to have the power of nine tripods! I have never heard of a warrior who surpasses the power of the nine cauldrons. Many people even speculate that the power of the nine cauldrons is already the limit of human beings. Dark strength, it should have only five grades. ""The power of the nine cauldrons, the limit of mankind?" Luo Feng's eyes narrowed gently.

He did not agree with Qian Yilan's words.

Humans, there are no limits.

It depends on whether someone can dig out a stronger explosive force of the body.

Of course, for Luo Feng, it's better to study hard now. What's the power of nine tripods? Let it go to hell.

"Thanks for Qian Yilan's answer. Listening to you is better than reading ten years." Luo Feng sighed.

Qian Yilan was not angry. "If you read ten years more, no teacher will tell you the strength division of martial arts."

"That's, nvxia Shengming." Anyway, flattery doesn't cost money. I can learn more about martial arts through this first school expense.

Especially for the internal force stored under the abdomen - er, Dantian, Luo Feng is particularly interested. If there is a chance, I would like to set up a set of internal mental skills to feel the feelings.

If Qian Yi Lan knows Luo Feng's idea at this time, I'm afraid he will have to despise him for a few minutes.

How to set up a set of internal mental skills? No matter which martial arts school, martial arts family, martial arts organization and internal mental skill, they will never be spread out! Unless an expert comes down from the sky and holds a martial arts secret script, he says to Luo Feng, this classmate, I think you are a martial arts wizard with excellent skeleton and elegant appearance. You must be a martial arts wizard ---

"by the way, Qian Yilan, I have another problem."

A figure appeared in Luo Feng's mind.

With the black fox Gang to trade with the soul of the elder, Luo Feng from his body, also feel the breath of a warrior.

It seems that the strength level of the elder xiupo is roughly equal to qianyilan.

Luo Feng is curious about his origin.

"Qian Yilan, have you ever heard of CANMO?"

Luo Feng spoke carefully.

All of us are martial arts. Maybe we even visit a landlord occasionally. Qian Yilan should know more than himself.

Sure enough, Luo Feng's words fell, Qian Yi Lan's face was startled and shocked.

"What are you talking about? Remnant ink? "

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