My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 232 Really brother and sister

Author: Year of the Dancing Spoon

Chapter 232 Really brother and sister

If you have the talent for cultivation, and after cultivating to F(+) and breaking through to E(-), you still need to climb three more small stages before you can reach the level of captain.

The difference between the E and F realms is a qualitative change. Normally, the E(-) realm can lead the team to go out on duty, but because this realm is more dangerous, only E(+) realm practitioners are assigned.

E(+), to put it nicely, can be called a half-step D-level powerhouse.

As for the D-level realm, it is a true cultivator who can begin to cultivate spiritual weapons, breed the sea of ​​qi, and shake the world with spiritual power.

When a cultivator crosses the threshold of the D-level realm and becomes a strong person in the C-level realm, he is a self-propelled natural disaster and a powerful existence that can defeat thousands of enemies.

The F(+) cultivators they are here are not enough to fight with one finger.

As for the existence of B-level realms, it is said that they are all guarding the core realm. To what extent their cultivation can be achieved, they can only figure it out through imagination.

In fact, when boys talk about the D-level realm, a lot of information is missing. After all, they themselves don’t understand it.

When Yin Hang heard this, he felt a little relieved.

At first he thought Wei Lan and the others were missing, but looking at it now, it was clearly Yin Hang and Luo Er who were missing.

But Yin Hang always felt something was awkward and felt confused.

Because in their description, the C-level realm seems to be an incredibly powerful existence.

Exaggerated adjectives such as "breaking through the void" and "shattering the galaxy" began to appear.

But when he was snatching spiritual stones in actual combat, he had clearly encountered practitioners who claimed to be C-level.

Although that guy's black armor was indeed difficult to deal with, and he tried his best to break through the defense, but when he was deeply trapped in his own domain, he was completely unable to move. In the end, when he fought hard, he didn't feel how strong he was.

combat effectiveness.

Is that guy just fooling himself?

"By the way, are you a cultivator too?" a boy suddenly asked.

In fact, when Yin Hang asked the question just now, they acquiesced that Yin Hang was a cultivator. After all, the reaction was different from that of ordinary people.

"Um..." Yin Hang hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "Really?"

The others were stunned when they heard this.

What does it mean?

Can this still be considered true?

But thinking about the F(-) cultivation level mentioned by Yin Hang just now, it is probably his own cultivation level.

In their eyes, it is indeed difficult to be called a cultivator.

"By the way, what is your origin?" The boy next to Yin Hang raised his head, his tone no longer as smug as before, "Sect or Daoyuan class?"

Yin Hang didn't want to mention his identity as a Daoyuan class, after all, it would be very troublesome to explain.

"Qingyu Pavilion," Yin Hang said, feeling a little inappropriate, and added: "Students from the joint training class."

"Joint training class?" The boy had never heard of Qingyu Pavilion, but he basically understood it after hearing about the joint training class. Then he pointed at the two people in the distance and said: "The captain of our hunting team, and the one named Song Jingjing

The girls are all from the Daoyuan class."

"If you work as a civil servant in the future, you can get to know them in advance now."

"These are rare connections, and they are even the only future bosses you have the opportunity to come into contact with."

The boy paused for a moment when he said this, and then said in a tone that seemed to be confiding in his heart: "Although you may not like to hear what I say, there are really not many ways out in the joint training class, and in the end they will basically be civil servants."

"This secret realm incident, you can definitely regard it as your opportunity and find a chance to make friends with these talented people from the Daoyuan class."

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While the boys were chatting casually, Song Jingjing tiptoed closer to An Tong.

"Sister An, how was the chat?"

An Tong was looking in the direction of Yin Hang in a daze, but Song Jingjing suddenly made a sound, which almost scared her.

"How is it?" An Tong asked with a frown.

Song Jingjing smiled and said nothing, showing a 'you know' expression.

An Tong felt confused, but her thoughts were on her husband now and she had no time to pay attention to this girl.

And she was sulking as she watched Yin Hang chatting with the boys, wrapping her fingers around the grass stems around her legs.

How long have you been talking about this? Have you forgotten that you still have a wife waiting for you here?

Can't you chat with me for a while during the break?

We said we’d talk about it after we get back to the camp, so we just have to wait until we get back, right?!

Damn it!

While An Tong was sulking, Luo'er also hugged her legs and stared blankly in a remote place.

The hunting team rested for about twenty minutes and then set off to continue on their way.

They were very lucky. They even found three deer drinking water on the roadside. It was an unexpected surprise.

Although the deer in the secret realm can run much faster than the cheetah outside the secret realm, under the captain's E(+) realm cultivation, he completed the hunt neatly, and his method of handling the prey seemed to be better than Wei Lan's.

They also need to be professional.

After walking for half an hour, when the sky began to darken, the hunting team finally saw the light curtain at the edge of the boundary.

About fifty meters in front of the light curtain, there is a place that looks like a camp. Two or three cultivators among them are looking attentively... watching movies on their mobile phones.

After noticing their footsteps, a cultivator wearing neat black robes stepped towards them.

After talking to the leader of the hunting team for a while, he leaned towards Yin Hang and Luo Er and stared at them carefully for a while.

Finally, he took out two oval metal pieces from his pocket, which were black and white identification tags.

The black identification plate was given to Luo'er, and the white identification plate was placed in Yin Hang's hand.

"Registration card, remember to register first when entering the camp." The other party noticed the little girl next to Yin Hang at this time, frowned slightly and said: "We have a special place to take care of children here. Of course, you can also let her follow you."

Yin Hang wanted to ask the little girl, but she quickly held Yin Hang's finger.

"Then don't run around," the black-robed practitioner wanted to tease her, but the little girl huddled tightly behind Yin Hang.

At this moment, the girl who noticed the white identification tag in Yin Hang's hand came over curiously.

"White card?" the girl asked doubtfully, "Isn't he a cultivator?"

"Ah?" The black-robed cultivator was a little confused, and then he glanced at Yin Hang for the second time. Finally, he frowned and closed his eyes, breathing very regularly.

After a moment, the cultivator opened his eyes again and said with great certainty: "It must be true. I didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in him. I'm afraid he doesn't even have the talent for cultivation."

"How could he be a cultivator?"

"What?" The girl looked at Yin Hang incomprehensibly.

Just when Yin Hang didn't know how to explain, a boy next to him hurriedly came over and tried to smooth things over with a smile: "That's wrong, that's wrong, we made a mistake. Let's go in and register first so we won't disturb you."

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Then he whispered in Yin Hang's ear: "Brother, it's really not that serious. Even if you are not a cultivator, you are welcome in the camp. It's just a different job."

"And... in the secret realm, don't be brave in anything you do, otherwise you will really die."

When the boy tried to persuade Yin Hang, his mood was a little complicated.

Even though I was injured like that, I still insist on saying that I am a cultivator. I can only say that my courage is commendable.

Of course, the combat power that F(-) can possess is actually not much different from that of professional boxers and Sanda athletes.

It doesn't mean it can't be done if it has to be rigged, but in actual combat, there is a fundamental difference.

For non-practitioners, without the physical fitness through cultivation, even ordinary bleeding or infection may cost half of their lives.

How is it possible to participate in the actual battle in the secret realm?

After the boy said this, Yin Hang didn't speak.

From the other party's point of view, it is probably acquiescence.

When they left the camp and walked towards the light curtain in the realm, Yin Hang turned back silently and observed carefully for a moment the black-robed cultivator who went back to watching movies on his mobile phone.

Noticing Yin Hang's gaze, the boy next to him said with a smile: "That guy is specially adapted, and his awakened ability is particularly sensitive to spiritual power, so he is responsible for guarding the entrance to the realm."

"This ability is extremely rare, and unless you can deliberately disguise it, you can't fool his perception at all."

"But as long as you are slightly different, the two cultivators next to him are very capable of fighting. I estimate that there is at least one D(+) level strong person."

Finally, when they were about to approach the light curtain, the boy laughed loudly and continued chatting with the two boys.

After knowing that Yin Hang had no talent for cultivation, he still clearly felt a sense of distance.

After all, what they were talking about had nothing to do with Yin Hang, just like talking about games with cloud players.

However, An Tong finally had the opportunity to get close to Yin Hang again.

An Tong saw that he was busy before, and even though he gritted his teeth, he didn't push over.

"Husband." An Tong rubbed Yin Hang's arm.

"Uh, I actually..." Yin Hang still didn't know how to explain what just happened.

"Why didn't you pay attention to me just now?" An Tong pouted, looking particularly unhappy.

Yin Hang was slightly stunned, but speechless. Finally, he smiled as if he was relieved: "Sorry, wife."

"What are you sorry for? Don't be sorry," An Tong raised her hand and pinched Yin Hang's nose, "Please stay with me when you get to the camp."

But when An Tong said this, Yin Hang happened to pass by the light curtain in the realm, and instantly felt a strong sense of dizziness.

Yin Hang, who couldn't stand at all, almost fell down, and the little girl following Yin Hang hurriedly tried to support him, but her strength was weak. When Yin Hang was about to fall face to face on the ground, An Tong held her tightly.

He held his husband in his arms.

Song Jingjing exclaimed on the spot after discovering it.

It's a flop, isn't it? It's a very high-ranking technique!

As for the other cultivators who heard the shouting and noticed this, they also understood something.

Ordinary people without cultivation talent will have more or less similar symptoms when passing through the realm.

But Yin Hang's performance was even more serious, almost to the point of fainting.

This only proves that the cultivators guarding the realm are not wrong.

Then Yin Hang bit his tongue, and his blurry eyes became clear.

And the scene of the realm that appeared in front of me actually felt like a paradise.

They stood at a relatively high position, looking into the distance at a habitable plain. The camp had a rural feel, with many low bamboo houses spread out in an orderly manner along the clear river.

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Because the sky is getting dark, the dusk is about to dissipate in the distance of the boundary, the smoke is faint, and there are many pedestrians busy in each room, which seems to have a beautiful and comfortable feeling.

And when the hunting team appeared at this end of the light screen, people who seemed to be involved in related work came to meet them.

After asking the captain for a moment, Luo'er's situation seemed to be a bit special and needed to be handed over and handled separately. As for Yin Hang, he followed the normal process of entering the camp.

Song Jingjing in the distance immediately clicked her tongue.

Because Sister An was about to be abducted by this boy named Lu Hang.

You haven’t even had time to match up yet, okay!

Seeing this, Song Jingjing hurriedly waved her hand.

"What's wrong?" An Tong glared and left.

"We still have to go back and write the attendance report." Song Jingjing pestered the captain to inquire about a lot of information. Although the purpose was quite impure, it turned out to be so 'reliable' that An Tong gritted his teeth.

You’re just Song Jingjing, you’re not going to miss me in writing those bad reports!

"Honey, you go ahead." Yin Hang comforted softly. He felt that this kind of thing was quite serious.

An Tong pouted hard.

You idiot, don’t you know how to keep your wife?!

"I'm in the G6 area, No. 23," An Tong stretched out her fingers and pinched Yin Hang's arm, "Remember to come to me earlier!"

"good."

After parting ways with An Tong, Yin Hang entered the gathering area of ​​the camp.

To be honest, the dusk glow of the camp was like a filter, and when he actually entered, the messy and noisy problems were quite obvious.

But after all, it is a temporary construction, and it is much stronger than a humid cave.

When Yin Hang was guided into a rather spacious office, he found that there were quite a lot of people waiting inside.

They formed a long registration queue, and at the front of the queue, there was only a young man wearing glasses working, who was extremely busy.

Because Yin Hang was the last one to enter the office, he was at the end of the waiting line.

Compared with him, who was wearing fairly regular mountaineering clothes, the clothes of the other survivors in line were all in tatters, their hair was full of scabs, and some of them were bandaged and full of blood. Their haggard and sunken faces were actually the same as before.

Some of the skeletons encountered are quite similar.

It is simply unimaginable what they have been through.

And what they have in their hands or hanging around their necks are the same white identification tags as Yin Hang's.

After waiting for almost half an hour, it was finally Yin Hang's turn. The tired-looking clerk took out two application forms and handed them to Yin Hang and the little girl who followed him.

The content is all basic information, such as name, ID number, home address, family contact information, etc...

And there is a computer-like device on the clerk's desk.

Yin Hang also smiled awkwardly. Fortunately, those practitioners did not follow him, otherwise there would be no explanation for finding himself playing a trumpet.

When Yin Hang completed filling out the information and submitted it to the other party, the clerk's eyebrows suddenly twisted as if they were twisted.

"I said, buddy, don't we have a table there?"

Before the clerk finished speaking, the little girl beside Yin Hang carefully filled out the form and timidly passed Yin Hang and handed it to the clerk.

After the other party took it, he immediately exclaimed.

"My mother, you two are so bad at words!"

(End of chapter)