Chapter 108: The Power of Nine Cauldrons

Hearing this, Gan Yilan almost choked with anger, and stared at Luo Feng fiercely.

What the hell is going on in this guy's head.

Qian Yilan didn't explain.

On the small hill, after a while of silence, Luo Feng couldn't help asking again, "That classmate Qian Yilan, which class do you belong to?"

Luo Feng wanted to get a rough idea of ​​what level his own strength was equivalent to as a warrior.

Qian Yilan's eyes picked up a trace of pride, "Ming Jin is the third rank late."

Today's warriors, the younger generation under the age of 30, generally have the second-rank Mingjin strength. The third grade of Daming Jin can be said to be excellent. As for the later stages of the third grade of Mingjin, they are the best among the best.

Gan Yilan is only nineteen years old, and she is a genius among her teachers.

Her teacher, only one elder brother, twenty-five years old, Ming Jin fourth-rank middle stage!

Luo Feng didn't know what Qian Yilan was thinking, but after observing Qian Yilan's expression, he could vaguely guess something, and couldn't help but shook his head, Qian Yilan's strength was simply not worth mentioning in Luo Feng's eyes.

And Gan Yilan is at the late stage of the third rank of Ming Jin.

With such a simple comparison object, Luo Feng was not sure which level his own strength was roughly equivalent to.

"Bright strength and dark strength, there is always a specific mark of division between the first grade and the ninth grade." Luo Feng couldn't help asking again.

Now that the chatterbox has been opened, Qian Yilan can completely satisfy the nerd's curiosity.

"Indeed, there are, and, in some sects, there are special tools for testing the level of warriors." Qian Yilan said in a deep voice, "The realm is divided by strength." "The strength of a punch is three hundred. Jin, then officially step ^ the threshold of the warrior, which is the early stage of the first rank of Mingjin."

"The fist strength is four hundred catties, which is the early stage of the second grade of Mingjin."

"Stacking this. Up to a thousand catties of fist strength, which is the early stage of the eighth grade of Mingjin. At this level, in many sects, they are absolutely first-class masters, and they are very important."

"From the early stage of the eighth grade of Mingjin to the early stage of the ninth grade of Mingjin, it is enough to surpass the strength of a thousand catties! That is to say, only those with a strength of two thousand catties can become the ninth level of Mingjin. However, among warriors, one Qianjin, there is a saying that there is a cauldron."

"One tripod is the eighth grade of Mingjin. Two tripods are the ninth grade of Mingjin."

It requires the strength of the five tripods!"

"The second rank of Anjin is the power of the six tripods. The third rank is the three tripods, the fourth rank is the eight tripods, and the fifth rank is the power of the nine tripods!"

Qian Yilan's eyes wiped away the heat, even admiration.

"Possessing the power of the Nine Tripods, he is a true martial arts master in the present age. His status is respected, and he is extremely tyrannical. Stamping his feet, the existence of the entire martial artist world. Yu wants to be shocked!"

Qian Yilan's eyes are full of longing and hope.

But she also knows that there is basically no hope of reaching the power of the Nine Cauldrons in this life.

In today's world, the power of the nine tripods can be counted, but there are only a few people, all of whom are Taishan Beidou in the world of warriors.

Even the strength of the five tripods, that is to say, there are fewer and fewer warriors at this level of energy turning from bright energy to dark energy. In today's world, how many people can really calm down and concentrate on practicing martial arts?

Many people, the power of the tripod, is a lifelong goal.

"Nine tripods, punch nine thousand catties." Luo Feng couldn't help but the fat man was shocked, the force of nine thousand catties came, what a terrifying power. Luo Feng asked himself that he still couldn't do it.

According to Gan Yilan's criteria for dividing the realm of warriors, Luo Feng was also uncertain about his own position.

Luo Feng fought in the army since he was a child, and he received special training like steel. He didn't have the moves of a warrior, only the killing style of the army! His power, let alone the so-called storage dantian, permeated every cell in his body. .

The watershed between bright energy and dark energy is the power of the five tripods.

Luo Feng didn't cultivate any internal skills, and he didn't have any dark energy to speak of. However, he asked himself, his punch with all his strength is definitely more than the power of the five tripods!

There is no clear positioning.

However, what Luo Feng was sure of was that among the warriors, those who were bright and strong could not threaten him.

"Sing, nerd, what are you in a daze for?" Qian Yilan interrupted Luo Feng's contemplation, and shook her hand.

Luo Feng smiled slightly, "I was wondering which realm my strength can reach as a warrior."

"You?" Qian Yilan glanced at it, "Some people are born with supernatural powers, but they have brute strength without practicing martial arts.

In my opinion, congratulations, you should have crossed the threshold of being a martial artist. You should have a strength of about 300 catties if you can teach more than forty classmates. "

Luo Feng was overjoyed, "So, I am also a first-rank Mingjin."

The first grade of Mingjin needs to be described as 'existence'.

Well, a nerd is a nerd.

The corner of Qian Yilan's mouth twitched. "By the way, classmate Qian Yilan, you just said that the power of the Nine Cauldrons is only the fifth grade of dark strength, so how about going down?"

"You man, what's the use of asking these questions that have nothing to do with you?" Qian Yilan gave him an annoyed look, "

In today's world, most warriors claim to possess the power of the Nine Tripods. I have never heard of a warrior who surpasses the strength of the Nine Tripods. a lot of

People even speculate that the power of the Nine Tripods is already the limit of human beings. Anjin, should only be at the fifth rank. "The power of the Nine Cauldrons, the limit of human beings 7" Luo Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He disagrees with Qian Yilan's words.

Human beings have no limits.

It depends on whether anyone can tap the stronger explosive power of the body.

Of course, as far as Luo Feng is concerned, it is better to study hard now, what is the power of nine tripods, let it go to hell. "Thank you Qian Yilan for your answer. Listening to Jun's words is better than studying for ten years." Luo Feng sighed.

Gan Yilan said unhappily, "Even if you study for another ten years, no teacher will tell you the division of strength of warriors." A school spent a lot of time learning about warriors.

In particular, Luo Feng is particularly interested in the storage of internal energy under the lower abdomen—er, dantian. If there is a chance, I would also like to use some inner skills to feel the feelings.

If Qian Yilan knew what Luo Feng was thinking at this time, she might despise him for a few minutes.

Practice inner strength and mental methods 7 No matter which martial arts school, martial artist family, martial artist organization, or inner strength and mental methods, they will never be passed on to the outside world! Unless there is a master who comes from the sky. Holding a martial arts secret book in hand, tell Luo Feng , this classmate, I think you have exquisite bones and imposing appearance, you must be a martial arts prodigy—"By the way, classmate Qian Yilan, I have another question."

A figure appeared in Luo Feng's mind.

Luo Feng, the elder cultivator who traded with the Black Fox Gang, also felt the aura of a warrior from him.

The level of strength of the Elder Xiupo seems to be roughly the same as that of Qian Yilan.

Luo Feng was very curious about his background.

"Student Qian Yilan, have you ever heard of Yi Canmo?"

Luo Feng spoke cautiously.

Everyone is a martial artist, and they might occasionally drop by to fight a landlord. Qian Yilan should know more than herself. Sure enough, as soon as Luo Feng's words fell, Qian Yilan's face changed in shock and she started to shout. "What did you say? Remnant ink river'