Fish swimming around the world

The six masters were shocked and angry. If you don't play this game with you, why don't we just serve as appetizers before the meal? Humiliating and depressing. But it doesn't affect getting beaten.

Ying Wuming shouted and punched six people almost at the same time. No one could block it and they were all knocked unconscious.

Ying Wuming made a whirlwind with his hand, threw the six people to the campfire, and started eating happily.

Jiang Fan asked while nibbling on the rabbit leg: "Aren't you having enough fun?"

Ying Wuming whined, "It's not bad, I finally stretched my muscles and bones. That half-saint has some skills. If he can enter the holy realm, he can probably block three of my moves on his own, but he's still far behind that Dugu."

"Huh? Are the differences between holy realms so big?" Jiang Fan asked curiously.

Ying Wuming said while eating: "Yes. A certain kind of martial arts can be called a martial master, and a martial master can become a saint with a certain martial arts, which is the holy realm. Therefore, the holy realm only represents a big realm, but there are many differences in strength and weakness. There is a big difference, because there is a big difference between the martial arts understanding and the martial artist themselves.”

"I see," Jiang Fan said, "I heard that Wu Sheng is called the enemy of ten thousand people. Can he really do that?"

Ying Wuming stopped talking and thought for a moment: "If it is a well-trained army composed of ten thousand warriors, it is impossible. If it is composed of ordinary sergeants and neither side holds back, the martial saint can kill at least several people before his true power is exhausted." Thousands, but if you want to leave, no one can keep you.”

If Jiang Fan has some enlightenment, it seems that the so-called enemy of ten thousand people is just a saying. Even when Ying Wushuang fought for three years in the national war, he killed only 100,000 people with his own hands. That's hundreds of battles, big and small.

So as Ying Wuming said at the beginning, Wusheng is more suitable as a general, or as a deterrent. A real war still involves thousands of troops.

In addition, Jiang Fan also thought of one thing, Dugu turned out to be really strong. He is worthy of being as famous as Yun Fuyao. If you are in the semi-saint realm, you can take on the ten moves of your brother-in-law. If you become a saint, you will definitely be extraordinary.

"Brother-in-law, how strong do you think Dugu will be after becoming a saint?"

Ying Wuming thought for a moment: "It's hard to say. Compared to my current cultivation level, normally speaking, I can at least be invincible with a hundred attacks. If I come up, I will use my full strength to decide life and death. One blow is enough."

Jiang Fan raised his thumb and said, "So you are still stronger."

Ying Wuming said seriously: "Yes, I am very strong. It's just that I haven't become a great saint yet. I should be able to defeat Ling Yun by then. In short, I want to become invincible in every realm. My current goal is the holy realm. Invincible."

Jiang Fan smiled: "I want to go back and think about it, but there is always someone who will overwhelm you."

Ying Wuming was also very troubled: "What should I do? I am always bowing down when facing her. Unless I break my mental barrier, it will be too difficult to win against my sister."

"But I think the lack of clarity of mind will have a great impact on martial arts cultivation, right?"

Ying Wuming narrowed his eyes and said, "Normally speaking, yes, but not necessarily. With her here, I have more goals."

Jiang Fan suddenly asked with great interest: "So, brother-in-law, what do you think of my brother-in-law's martial arts qualifications?"

Ying Wuming looked at him and knocked on his head: "This...brother-in-law, do you really want to say it?"

"Tell me, tell me, I really want to know."

Ying Wuming paused and said, "To be honest, brother-in-law, your qualifications are unprecedentedly poor..."

Damn it! ! !

However, Ying Wuming didn't seem to notice the veins on Jiang Fan's forehead: "...How can I put it this way? I have never seen a person with such poor qualifications. He was born with no martial arts body and his meridians are blocked. He is different from everyone else in the world. Ruo It’s not that Ah Li forcefully opened up your meridians and instilled his own life source into you. To be honest, a farmer is a hundred times more qualified than you. To put it simply..."

"It's just garbage, right?" Jiang Fan's lips trembled.

However, Ying Wuming clapped his hands excitedly: "That's what I mean, my brother-in-law summed it up well."

I……

Jiang Fan was so heartbroken that he didn't want to talk anymore.

I think the qualifications should be pretty good, after all, Aoki also said it. But Aoki has never seen his previous physique. And people like my brother-in-law can't lie, and he himself is a fucking loser in martial arts!

But in this world where martial arts is respected, this truth is really hard for him to accept. So he said unwillingly: "But, you see, I also quickly inherited Ahri's seven powers, which means I'm not that useless."

Ying Wuming shook his head: "Yitian Dan instilled Ahri's life source into you, so that you can inherit the true power. However, although you have inherited 70%, you cannot exert 30%, because your physical meridians have never been cultivated. , there is no foundation at all, and you have no sense of martial arts and no foundation in martial arts, so although you now have the zhenqi of a grandmaster level, your martial arts and application abilities are at most equivalent to a third-rate warrior. Taken together, you are probably only a first-rate warrior. Bar."

It’s really heartbreaking: “Isn’t he worse than a martial artist?”

Ying Wuming glanced at him and said, "Martial master? You can only be called a martial arts master if you have enough martial arts skills to become a teacher. You are considered an apprentice."

No appetite. Jiang Fan dropped the rabbit legs and drank wine.

"But..." The brother-in-law saw that he was depressed, thought for a moment and said, "Your body is very weird. I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell it right now..."

Haha, saying it means not saying it.

It's really like listening to your words.

Mr. Jiang, who was angry, had to find a way to vent his anger.

The unlucky ones are naturally the six in a coma. And his brother-in-law, who was annoyed by him, could only act as a laborer. After sealing off the cultivation of several people, they dug a few more holes, inserted six people into them like planting carrots, and buried them with earth and rocks, leaving only their heads exposed.

The six unlucky guys woke up, and when they figured out their situation, they were filled with shock and anger.

"What do you want to do? Let us go!"

"Do you know who we are?"

"Well... I don't know who you are. Obviously, you don't know who I am. It's okay. We have plenty of time to get to know each other." Jiang Fan said, stroking his hands.

"Boy, no matter who you are, you are in big trouble..." A venerable man had fire in his eyes.

Jiang Fan scratched his head, "Did I make a mistake? You have already come to assassinate me. Isn't this trouble big enough?"

The Venerable said coldly: "Boy, I advise you to let us go as soon as possible. There is still room for change in this matter. Don't leave any retreat for yourself."

Jiang Fan clicked his tongue twice: "You have not left me a way out a long time ago. Now that I am in this situation, what can you do? Six rotten garlics who can't even defeat one of my guards have any room for maneuver with this young master?" Is there something wrong with you?"

The Venerable was speechless, but could not speak. In fact, the six of him were being teased by one of them, which made him almost suspect that he might not be a Venerable, but a third-rate martial artist.

Who is this young man? Why are there such powerful guards? There was a chill in the heart of the Venerable. This mission seemed to be too deep.

"Are you curious? Who is this boy in front of you?" Jiang Fan squatted there and looked at them and said: "However, you are not qualified to ask me now, but I want to ask you, answer it carefully, do you know? ?”

"Are you threatening us? Don't worry, you can't ask anything..." the venerable said through gritted teeth.

"Haha..." The young man in front of him bared his teeth and showed a weird smile. He ignored him and glanced at the six people in a circle. "I ask questions and rush to answer them. The one with the most correct answers will live, and the rest will die. Do you understand?"

"You dare to kill us?" The Venerable just now was shocked and angry.

Jiang Fan snapped his fingers: "What do you think? Those who kill will always be killed. Didn't your mother teach you this?"

The Venerable was speechless and had no words to refute.

"Very good, it seems that you all heard clearly. Now we officially start. I don't have so many questions, so you don't have many opportunities, right?"

The six people fell silent for a while, and Jiang Fan cleared his throat: "Let's try it out first so that everyone can understand my style."

He smiled and said: "First question: Who sent you here?"

A great master sneered: "Do you think we can say that?"

Jiang Fan looked around and found that the other five people were also silent. He nodded: "It's okay, the first wave is just a test."

He said, picking up a boulder and walking up to the great master.

The man was stunned and watched in horror as the young man lifted a big stone to his head.

"What are you going to do?"

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, the boulder had already hit his head, driving him into the ground like a wooden stake, sending dust flying into the air.

Ying Wuming sighed and shook his head. The other five people were stunned, and their expressions began to become extremely frightened. Is this boy a devil? If they disagree, they will be nailed to the ground directly. The great master who has lost his cultivation is dead, and the big stone is obviously his tomb.

Jiang Fan clapped his hands, grinned with a devilish smile: "Look, now everyone understands the style, let's continue.