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When the old guy saw Wang Le asking if there was a more detailed division of the innate realm, he couldn't help but look at his eyes. This kid is indeed a good material for martial arts. He should have been asking this question after he entered the innate realm. He felt that he had not reached the end. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

It can be seen that its potential is huge and it will not stagnate after entering the innate realm.

Although Qilin was discouraged by his inability to cultivate to the innate realm, he was still very curious about the division of the innate realm. He also asked last time, but his mentor did not answer, and now he can finally solve the problem.

At this time, the old guy pondered for a while before he slowly said: "There is no peak in martial arts, but there is a starting point. Among them, the innate realm is the real starting point. As for the acquired realm, it is just a warm-up before the starting point. Of course, for today's era, it is already amazing to reach the peak of the acquired realm. Becoming an unparalleled master, like a kirin and a snake."

Qilin was still a little depressed when he heard this. What can be the peak of the acquired realm? He just pulled the general from the short man.

The old guy looked at the disciple who had obtained his own mantle and was hit and lost his confidence and ambition. He smiled and said meaningfully: "Qilin, you cannot have the enterprising spirit to continue climbing to the top of martial arts because of the slim hope of being promoted to the innate world. If you keep going like this, you will not be able to seize it when the opportunity comes."

After a pause, the old guy's eyes showed a firm look and said, "There are countless geniuses in this world, but few people have great perseverance. As long as they have a determination to never give up, there will always be hope, because opportunities are always left to those who are prepared!"

After saying that, the old guy glanced at Qilin and Wang Le and said solemnly: "This is my lifelong belief. When I look back, those talented people of my generation who were once more born, have already returned to dust and soil. But the ordinary talent is like me, but with this belief, they persisted in the journey of martial arts until today, and thus lived until today!"

Immediately, the old guy looked at Qilin and said, "You must remember that the stupid bird flew first, not to mention that my robe and bowl will be granted to you. As a guardian, don't let your master down!"

Qilin quickly knelt down on the ground, his dark face showed a strong look, and said, "Address, please follow the master's teachings!"

"Yes." The old guy nodded, then looked at Wang Le, and said, "So too. Don't be proud of yourself if you think you are talented. Martial arts, sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. In this life, Xiao has seen many geniuses as many as stars. He is better than you. In the end, he either dies prematurely or has a sad life."

Just as he was talking, the old guy couldn't help but think of Wang Le's training as if he was a dead dog when he first joined the army, but his eyes never had a trace of fear, despair or discouragement. He was always so bright, full of stubbornness, unruly, and domineering momentum!

The old guy who has experienced the ever-changing world has never seen such eyes in a weak human, because such eyes only belong to the real strong man!

As my thoughts changed, the old man thought of these past events. His serious face could no longer hold back, and he smiled. He continued to say unhappily: "It's useless to tell you a little bastard, you. Old man, I know your temperament. Even if you knock you down into the dust, as long as you still have half a breath, you will definitely fly to the nine heavens one day."

Wang Le's face turned red when he was so exaggerated by the old guy, and he couldn't help but feel shy. He scratched his hair, his eyes shining with a light chuckled, "So you always tattoo the divine beast, real dragon, the dragon travels outside the nine heavens, is great freedom."

"Great Freedom"

The old guy murmured, and couldn't help but fall into myths about Wang Le's words and lose his mind.

"If a person is in the world, or traveling among the mountains and rivers, he has obsession with this mind. How can he be very free? How difficult is he to be very free?"

After a while, the old guy said quietly.

Wang Le smiled and said nothing. Everyone is an individual with their own opinions. So of course there are different interpretations of the so-called great freedom.

At this time, Qilin, who had just knelt down, stood up and asked, "Master, you haven't said anything about the division of the innate realm yet!"

Wang Le laughed and agreed, "That's right, you should help us quickly."

The old guy laughed, and did not avoid talking anymore, and explained: "I just said that the innate realm is just the starting point of martial arts. That is to say, after the innate realm, there will be different realms, from low to high, namely the four realms of Huang, Xuan, Earth and Heaven."

"Each major realm will be subdivided into three stages: the middle and late stages. The innate realm, which is the starting point of martial arts, is also divided into the last three stages of junior high school."

"The five realms of innate and heaven and earth Xuanhuang, each of which has little difference between the last three stages of junior high school in each realm, so there is no need to say much."

"But the gap between each of the five realms of innate and heaven and earth Xuanhuang is like an abyss, and it is difficult to cross. The yellow-level master can directly crush the innate realm. Even if ten innate masters encounter one yellow level, they will be crushed."

After a pause, the old guy smiled and continued, "By the same, if the yellow-level masters meet the Xuan-level masters, no matter how many of them are, they will be just cannon fodder, let alone the earth-level and the sky-level."

Speaking of this, the old guy kept silent and stopped saying a word, allowing Wang Le and Qilin to think about the division of martial arts.

Today, the old guy's interpretation of the martial arts realm allowed Wang Le to see a new world, and his heart was ups and downs.

He has always known that he is taking the killing path and only pursues the moves of killing with one blow. His concept of martial arts has never been clear, let alone the division of the realm of martial arts.

Now it seems that I am blinded by the eyes and have never truly understood martial arts.

Before, he kept practicing, just to see how far the mysterious power in his body could develop. Now that he knows the division of martial arts realms, his goal is clearer, and he can't help but be full of motivation.

Time passed slowly in silence, and the old guy sat back on the stool and savored the cold tea that had already been cold.

Finally, Wang Le cleaned up the ups and downs in his heart, broke the silence, looked at the old guy and asked, "Is there really a master in the realm of the Xuanhuang in the world in this world?"

The old guy paused his hands holding the teacup, looked at Wang Le deeply, and replied, "Yes, and a lot."

"Uh!" Wang Le and Qilin were stunned. Forget it, there was nothing, but there were still many of them, especially Qilin, who was even more depressed. He thought pitifully about cultivating to the innate realm. It turned out that even if he reached the innate realm, it was still nothing!
Chapter completed!