Chapter 66: Luckily Failed
In the past two days, I have seen many innate masters in the Li family. Yang Fan classified them according to the depth of their cultivation and secretly distinguished the depth of their cultivation.
Just now, Liu Taichong said that Commander Wang was a third-level innate cultivator. If we use this as a benchmark, Liu Taichong and the third chief steward with a bad temper have a much stronger inner essence than Wang Zexiu. There are also two different powers lurking in their souls, so they should all be fourth-level innate cultivators.
As for Mr. Hong and the other two who are one level higher than them, they are the so-called Tianwai Realm strongmen who can enter the universe with their physical bodies.
However, in Yang Fan's view, the so-called Tianwai Realm is actually still the innate realm. According to his classification in his previous life, the first to fourth levels of the innate realm should only be regarded as the early stage of the innate realm. The current Tianwai Realm, which can enter the universe with its physical body, is regarded as the middle stage of the innate realm.
By extension, could it be that the Huawai Realm is the late stage of the innate realm in the previous life?
Whether this is the case, we can only confirm it when we have the opportunity to see Huawai Realm warriors in the future.
However, even if they are both in the Outer Heaven Realm, there are still differences in levels. In Yang Fan's opinion, even if Mr. Hong and the other two join forces, they may not be enough to kill the old flower farmer with one hand.
Perhaps, in this world, the Outer Heaven Realm is actually divided into different levels like the Xiantian Realm?
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The old flower farmer, according to the cultivation level of the previous life, is at the peak of the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm, and is only one step away from the late stage of the Xiantian Realm.
If not, why would Yang Fan be so bored that he would tell that "ghost story" in the garden? In the final analysis, it was just to sell a favor to the Xingyuan Mansion through the mouth of the old flower farmer who obviously has another identity.
Soon, Mr. Hong came out with a smile on his face.
Lin Shuhao, who was nervous, seemed to see the smile of the god of death, and his heart sank.
Mr. Hong bowed and said politely: "Xingyuan Lord, please invite the four of you, Master Lin, to come in."
The last bit of luck was shattered, and Lin Shuhao completely gave up. He made a gesture of invitation and said with a fake smile: "Big Brother, please go first."
He didn't dare to let Yang Fan fall behind alone. God knows if this kid would find a reason not to enter this door?
Yang Fan laughed, patted Lin Shuhao's shoulder like a kind elder, and walked into the door.
Lin Shuhao's eyes were gloomy, and he followed Liu Jingyu and Jian Xinyi in.
The layout of the room was obviously a bedroom, but compared with the bedrooms of ordinary people, the area of this bedroom was several times larger. After careful design and layout, it would not make people feel empty.
And there were only a few people in this bedroom.
The second lady Li Bingyan and the fourth lady Li Shuran, as well as the graceful man who walked down from the extreme plate, were all in this bedroom.
In addition to them, there was a fat and smiling old man, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and a strong momentum, and a middle-aged monk in an old monk's robe standing quietly in the corner of the bedroom.
The monk lowered his eyebrows, put his hands together, and silently chanted a spell.
At the bedside, an old man who looked like a doctor was carefully giving acupuncture to a young man who was only wearing underwear and radiating heat. Silver needles of different lengths were inserted into the young man's limbs, chest and head.
From the positions where everyone was standing, it can be seen that among so many people in the room, the young man with sword-like eyebrows standing with his hands behind his back is the most respected.
The young man's face was tense at this moment, his hair moved without wind, and the whole person was like a suppressed volcano that erupted. There was an amazing golden sharpness emanating from his body, and around the place where his feet stood, there were deep dents like a knife and an axe.
