The position of a first-rank warrior in martial arts is similar to that of a first-rank official in the court.
"Although the first rank is high, it is still within the control of the Great Yan court. A first rank warrior is also a flesh and blood body, it is impossible to fight against ten thousand people, and is no match for the court army." Jian Zexian said:
"The so-called super-grade is a warrior who has surpassed the grade system established by the court and is beyond the control of the Great Yan court."
"Forty years ago, there were ten super warriors in the world, which were the top ten heroes on the Tingchao Tower Hero List in the past."
The storyteller Clairvoyant nodded in agreement.
The Martial Saint forty years ago was the eleventh person below the Super Rank, and could be considered the strongest person below the Super Rank.
"The reason why the super-grade is called the super-grade, rather than the zero grade or the negative one grade, is actually because it is already the forefront of today's martial arts, and there is no way forward." Thousand-mile Eyes looked at Jian Zexian and added:
"Occasionally, there are a few geniuses who can surpass the first rank, but they have not figured out a complete martial arts path for future generations to follow, so there have always been only a few super-ranks."
The highest level of martial arts is the first grade.
Just like in Qiao Mu’s previous life, the national team was already the best group of people in a certain sport, and the best among them could win the championship.
But there are champions every year, and athletes who can break world records and break the known limits of the human body represent the ceiling of this event.
The national team can select and train from a large number of athletes, but athletes who can break world records are hard to come by.
Jian Zexian has long been a super-class person, so his internal strength cannot be lumped together with Qiao Mu's internal strength.
"In today's martial arts world, the person who has the greatest hope of creating a superior path for future generations to follow is naturally the Martial Saint who created the current method. Even if he is dead, there is still a Wu Ji Club behind him." Said Clairvoyance.
Although the Martial Saint considers himself a saint, he does have an extraordinary ability to judge people and teach others.
As early as his youth, the Martial Saint had met Hai Wuya, and seeing Hai Wuya's extraordinaryness, he instructed him to practice martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and successfully led the latter to a shortcut to Zhongnan, and eventually he became the Minister of Rites.
The Martial Saint's three thousand disciples and seventy-two sages are all extraordinary figures.
By this time, the group had already arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple where the Exiled Immortal Jian Ze lived.
Before he walked in, he heard a meow. A small calico cat with its belly almost touching the ground jumped out from the street and stopped in front of Qiaomu.
Ever since that time when Qiaomu caught it and stroked it wildly in the yard, it no longer hid in Qiaomu's shadow. It hung around the city like an ordinary wild cat, and even Qiaomu rarely saw it.
This time seemed to be the same as usual. After being brought back to life twice by Qiao Mu, he came here just by smelling the scent of death.
But when the little cat rushed over and saw Qiao Mu and Qiao Xiaoming clearly in the crowd, its pupils shrank and it stood there in a daze with a wise expression on its face.
Gently sniffing the invisible and intangible deathly air, it looked back and forth at the two members of the Qiao family who looked similar, and began to suspect that the cat was alive.
What is death, what is life, and why are there two of them
While the cat was standing there in a daze, Qiumu took the opportunity to grab the cat by the scruff of the neck and held it in his hand.
However, the exiled sword immortal next to him glanced at the demon cat intentionally or unintentionally.
Nothing that happened in the city could be hidden from his eyes, and he naturally knew about this demon cat that could hide in the shadows of tall trees.
"Let's get back to the topic." Jian Zexian said calmly:
"Master Qingzhuo will arrive in this city today, so it's time for us to leave."
"If you continue to stay here, you will naturally die."
Captain Hai and others were stunned.
"Do you have a way to break the immortal sect's formation?" Captain Hai asked hurriedly.
"Of course there is no way to break the formation, otherwise why would I stay here?" Jian Zexian said casually.
In fact, Qiao Mu, who is highly expected by the people in the city, currently has no way to leave this isolated city.
Before entering this city, Qiao Mu left the mark of the Immortality Lock in a small town outside Anxi Pass. If he died, he could choose to resurrect in the outside world.
However, Qiao Mu naturally had no idea how to lead the soldiers and civilians out of the isolated city and break the immortal gate's formation.
He was just following the agreement he had made with Captain Hai and making up a beautiful lie for the soldiers and civilians in the city. Anyway, the city was at a critical juncture of life and death.
He had only one vague idea in his mind, which was that if he died a few more times, maybe one day he would be able to break through this formation with force.
And Jian Zexian also has his own ideas.
"Yan Nan, if you were to face that Taoist Qingzhuo, how confident are you?" Lu Yanbei asked with a frown.
"Twenty percent."
"Only 20%?"
"We still have 20% chance now. If we continue to drag it out, we will lose even 20% chance." Jian Zexian said calmly.
From the moment he stood up for his brother Lu Yanbei, he had the psychological expectation of fighting with Taoist Qingzhuo again.
There is no such thing as a Zhuge Kongming who has planned everything perfectly in this world. The so-called certainty is just a subjective idea. The battle situation changes rapidly and no one can see clearly.
"Follow me into the backyard."
backyard
Lu Yanbei and Hai Duwei looked at each other.
Ever since Jian Zexian occupied this Taoist temple, no one could enter the backyard of the temple, and no one knew what he was hiding in the backyard.
Qiao Mu previously guessed that there might be a naked stone sculpture inside, but now that he thinks about it, it’s not very reliable... Could it be that Jian Zexian thought that Taoist Qingzhuo was coming, and invited Qiao Mu and the others to go in and have a party with the stone man in the backyard
Jian Zexian raised his foot and stepped into the dilapidated old Taoist temple.
The courtyard was almost filled with fallen leaves, which made a crunching sound when stepped on.
Three or five broken statues of immortals leaned against the ground, half of them stuck in the soil.
A carving knife was casually placed on the stone steps in front of the main hall. As for the altar inside the main hall, there were dozens of lifelike stone sculptures of beauties.
Cross the main hall and push open the closed door.
The backyard, which had been closed to all the time, finally came into the sight of Qiao Mu and the others.
Just as Qiao Mu had expected, his backyard was filled with stone statues.
But the type of statue was different from what he had imagined.
A sword-shaped stone sword is inserted diagonally into the ground, and the most conspicuous place is a magnificent stone-carved ancient city.
This stone-carved city is quite grand and exquisite, with all the necessary streets and houses. At first glance, Qiao Mu felt an odd sense of familiarity.
"Is this the stone sculpture of this city? Why did you carve it?" Captain Hai was puzzled.
He had lived in this city for forty years, so he saw it at a glance.
"It's just a way to get by." Jian Zexian stretched out his hand and pointed lightly. A miniature stone city actually rose from the ground, quickly shrank in the air, and finally floated in Jian Zexian's palm, being gently held up by one hand.
Captain Hai and the others were greatly shocked. Even though they had seen Jian Zexian display his extraordinary skills and easily kill two hundred bean generals, they still found it unbelievable.
Especially the knowledgeable storyteller Qianliyan, who couldn't help but blurt out:
"This is not a martial arts method at all! Even the modern martial arts of forty years later cannot do such a thing."
"Yes, this is a method of the immortal way." Jian Zexian looked quietly at the stone city floating in his palm and said lightly:
"I am a swordsman banished from the human world. Why should I join the immortal sect? I can still ascend to immortality."
Jian Zexian was the martial arts leader forty years ago.
But what no one expected was that this martial arts leader of the previous generation had actually started practicing Taoism since some unknown time
Lu Yanbei belatedly glanced at his own brother's face.
The two brothers are twins from the same mother and are actually the same age.
But Lu Yanbei looked old, and was indeed a man over eighty years old.
The exiled sword immortal Lu Yannan only has gray hair, but no wrinkles on his face. He still looks like a suave middle-aged man.
Lu Yanbei didn't think much about it on weekdays.
Because Jian Zhexian's strength was far above his, he only thought that Jian Zhexian had profound skills, so he didn't look old, but he didn't expect this.
A successful monk can remain young forever... but this is not the same as the immortality that people in the world yearn for.
The physical appearance of an immortal cultivator is actually just a manifestation of his soul.
In other words, the appearance of a monk's soul will determine his body's appearance.
If the heart is old, then it is old age. If the heart is young, then it is youthful outwardly.
Of course, there are exceptions. For example, in the immortal way, there are naturally magic tricks such as sleight of hand and transformation. At the same time, some female monks will take special anti-aging pills to keep their appearance in their youth.
Therefore, it is impossible to judge the true age of a successful monk based on his appearance.
"When did you start practicing Taoism? Was it before entering the city, or after? Could it be that the reason you have a 20% chance of becoming an enemy of Taoist Qingzhuo from the Da Dao Sect is because of this Taoism method?" Lu Yanbei blurted out all the doubts in his mind.
"No, it is impossible to compete with that old thing Qingzhuo just by cultivating immortals." Jian Zexian said bluntly:
"Even for me, I may have to practice for hundreds or even a thousand years before I can hope to catch up with him in terms of progress in the immortal way."
Taoist Qingzhuo is not an ordinary immortal cultivator. He is the elder of the Da Dao Sect of the Nine Major Immortal Sects. He has a noble status and great strength. Looking at the entire immortal cultivation world, he is already a well-known figure among the Nine Major Immortal Sects.
A casual cultivator who has not joined the immortal sect, no matter how good his qualifications are, will not be able to compete with it in a short period of time.
As an elder of one of the nine great immortal sects, he would naturally be well-versed in magic weapons, skills, and techniques. However, Jian Zexian was just a prisoner trapped in a hundred miles of desert, and his situation was much worse than that of an ordinary cultivator.
Without any external opportunity, it is impossible to contend with the clear and the turbid.
"My cultivation is just a small test, not worth mentioning."
Although Jian Zexian said it was not worth mentioning, his voice became louder intentionally or unintentionally, and echoed far away.
He practiced Taoism not for immortality, but just wanted to escape from the city.
Later, he realized that it was impossible for him to compete with Taoist Qingzhuo with his unruly ways, nor could he cultivate immortality on his own. After breaking the immortal sect's formation, he continued to mess around.
The hope of fighting against Taoist Qingzhuo through cultivating immortals is even slimmer than the hope of practicing martial arts.
The stone city in his hand is actually a magic weapon he made using immortal methods.
In the twenty years before the Alien War, there were actually some immortal monks who died, but their numbers were always very small.
After the monks died in the battle, the storage bag was secretly stolen by Jian Zexian from the military camp warehouse in the city, and part of the immortal sect's inheritance was obtained from it.
Chapter 211 Desert City (4k
In the first twenty years of the Alien War, there were still aliens who died at the hands of the soldiers and civilians in the city.
But ever since Li Changge, the former deputy general of the Martial Saint, was killed in the battle twenty years ago, no alien has died in battle since then.
Not only that, in the following twenty years, Captain Hai and others rarely saw the true appearance of the aliens. Most of the time, the ones who fought with them were just Taoist soldiers like paper figurines that came and went like the tide.
Over the past forty years, the only strangers killed by the remnant soldiers of Lonely City were cultivators in the early stages of foundation building, so the immortal arts that Jian Zexian stole were naturally very limited.
Therefore, Jian Zexian's path to immortality was not actually very smooth. This was just a method he tried when he was trying to escape from the cage.
He has a realm, but in terms of immortal methods, he is actually not as good as the cultivators of the nine major immortal sects at the same realm, not to mention compared with Taoist Qingzhuo.
This was a path that Jian Zexian had given up. The only two results he achieved were bragging in front of Qiao Mu and others, and the stone city in his hands.
The Stone City is a magic weapon made by the Exiled Immortal Jian using the weapon-refining techniques he stole from the nine major immortal sects. Its only two functions are enlargement and reduction, and the internal space like a storage bag.
And this is why he took out this city.
The stone city spun in the palm of Jianzhexian's hand and floated in the air as his mind moved.
"That old thing Qingzhuo is coming, and you, Fifth Brother, are too weak. You are so weak that I can't bear to look at you." Jianzhexian said bluntly:
"When two of us two powerful men fight, the mountains will collapse, the earth will crack, sand and rocks will fly, and the road will be wiped out. And you, fifth brother, are too weak. You don't even have the qualifications to be shocked by the side. I'm afraid you can't withstand the aftermath."
Lu Yanbei: ... .
"So, just come in and don't cause trouble for me." Jian Zexian stretched out his hand and pointed. An invisible force grabbed Lu Yanbei in the air and flew towards the stone city floating in his palm.
"Wait..." Lu Yanbei realized what Jian Zexian wanted to do, and he said without thinking:
"Yan Nan, there are still half of the disabled old people in this city. It's the same to protect me or them. Why not let them in as well?"
Jian Zexian frowned slightly, a little impatient.
He didn't care about the life or death of others, but when he thought of Lu Yanbei fighting to the death with the old soldiers on the battlefield, his heart softened.
He didn't refute, just nodded slightly.
"Are there still people practicing Taoism in secret in this city?" he asked, raising his voice.
"have."