Everyone took their seats. As today's host, Han Fei sat at the head of the table. On the left were Cheng Xi and Zi Nu, and on the right were Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang.

After sitting down, everyone picked up their wine bottles and drank a drink together.

Since most of the people present were meeting for the third time, and some were meeting for the first time, the topic of conversation could not be too in-depth.

The main thing is to talk about the customs, customs and strange things of various countries, and occasionally talk about the snow, moon, wind and flowers.

Although the topic is not in-depth, everyone is a knowledgeable person.

Even Zhang Liang, although he had not traveled much, was well-read, and the atmosphere was maintained quite well, with no dull moments.

"By the way, there are some things that I've always been curious about."

"Brother Cheng, as the leader of the Iron Blood Alliance, a master of martial arts, and backed by the Qin State's network, he must be very knowledgeable about the masters in the world."

"I wonder if you can introduce it to me so that I can open my eyes to it?"

"Which of the hundreds of schools of thought is the most powerful?"

Han Fei shook the wine bottle casually and asked curiously.

"Brother Han thinks highly of me. There are countless masters in the world, and there are also many who hide their secrets. What I know is also extremely one-sided."

"Which of the hundreds of schools of thought is stronger is even more obscure. The schools of thought may not even know it themselves." Cheng Yu said with a humble smile.

"You can talk about whatever you want. It's just gossip anyway. It can come out of your mouth and reach our ears. It won't be leaked out." Han Fei urged.

"In that case, let's talk about my humble opinion."

"If what I said is wrong, you will just take it as a joke."

Han Fei, Zi Nu, and Zhang Liang all looked at Cheng Xi curiously. Even though Wei Zhuang was still cold and calm, they also pricked up their ears and were ready to listen.

Wei Zhuang had learned about Cheng Xi's strength from Han Fei and Zi Nu, and knew that Cheng Xi was not inferior to Xuan Jian, but also a master who could become invisible.

The opinions of such experts are certainly worth listening to.

"Leaving aside those who hide their secrets, I think there are only a few who can be called top players in the world today."

"Master Bei Mingzi of the Taoist Tianzong, Donghuang Taiyi, the head of the Yin and Yang family, Gui Guzi, the head of the Guigu sect, Xun Fuzi, the master of Brother Han, Chu Nangong, the sage of the Chu state, Six-fingered Black Man, the giant of the Mohist family, and Tian Guangqiang, the leader of the peasant family

Count it as one.”

"As for which of the hundreds of schools of thought is the strongest, I really don't know."

Cheng Xi is not joking, but let’s just talk about it, who can know the strength unless you have beaten it?

No matter how high your level is, it's just a guess. No matter how famous you are, there may be some water in it. Only by fighting with real swords and guns can you tell who is higher and who is lower.

If we don’t just talk about this situation, is there still a serious analysis?

No matter how you analyze it, it won't be accurate because the initial information may not be correct.

"Are my master and Chu Nan Gong also top masters?"

"How come I don't see it at all?"

"And the masters of your Iron Blood Alliance, Luo Wang's first-class assassin, aren't they considered top masters?"

Han Fei drank all the orchid wine in his cup, opened his mouth like a machine gun, and asked a series of questions.

"I'm not sure, but it's most likely."

"It's normal for Brother Han not to be able to tell. Even those with lower cultivation levels than them can't tell, unless they take the initiative to reveal it."

"As for the last question, they, including me, can only be considered first-class masters, but there is still a gap in strength between the same levels."

"To make a simple metaphor, eighty combat power is the threshold for a first-class master, then ninety combat power is the limit for a first-class master."

"Between the two, including both, they are all top-notch masters."

"Of course there are many factors that determine victory, defeat, life and death. We cannot just compare strength on paper, just like in war."

"If it is just a comparison of strength on paper, then there will be no need to fight life and death, and the world will be peaceful."

Han Fei understood what he heard, and when he saw the cold and aloof Wei Zhuang, he thought: "What level is Brother Wei Zhuang at?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xi looked at Wei Zhuang with a look of inquiry on his face.

This respectful gesture was very useful to Wei Zhuang. He nodded slightly, indicating that Cheng Yu could evaluate it according to his own ideas.

"Judging from what Wei Qian reported to me when he came back, Brother Wei Zhuang has already stepped into the threshold of a first-class master."

"Since I haven't experienced it myself, it's hard to judge the strength range. It's probably around eighty-two-three."

After hearing this, Wei Zhuang weighed it himself and felt that it was basically correct, and the error was not too big.

"What about Brother Wei Qian?"

"Eighty-eight-nine."

"The gap doesn't sound small."

"There is a saying, fighting alone, without unexpected factors, it is basically impossible for Brother Wei Zhuang to defeat Wei Qian."

Cheng Xi did not mean to be disparaging in his words. Facts have proved that young Wei, Zhuang and Gai Nie must join forces to defeat Xuan Jian.

Moreover, it was quite difficult to win. They had to join forces to beat Xuan Jian to death. In fact, Xuan Jian was not killed at all.

There is no true art of bringing the dead back to life in this world. The exorcist's art of exorcising corpses is controlled by Gu insects. How can it deserve such a big name as the art of bringing the dead back to life?

Luo Sheng did not have the means to revive the dead. It only revived Xuan Jian, who was still breathing, but it still left serious sequelae.

Also, Xuan Jian only had a black sword at that time. As a great swordsman of his generation, although he was extremely skilled in both one-handed and two-handed swords, there was still a difference in strength between using two swords in hand and using a single sword.

Even with both swords in hand, it would be difficult for Xuan Jian to win against vertical and horizontal attacks, but it was possible to escape after being seriously injured.

At that time, Zongheng was almost at his limit, and there was basically no possibility of pursuit.

During the Qin Dynasty, the limit of swordsmanship in Mingyue's world was that any tree, tree, bamboo, or stone could be used as a sword.

Just like Gai Nie, you can use a wooden sword to fight against famous swords. The wooden sword is not inferior at all, but when Zongheng beat the Six Sword Slave, it has been vaguely shown that there is still a difference in power between the wooden sword and Yuan Hong.

Maybe there is no difference in ordinary moves, but there is a difference when performing special moves.

Without a sword, the swordsman's strength will be greatly reduced, and he must rely on fists and kicks to grab the weapon to return to normal levels.

It is basically impossible to be like Wuming in Fengyun, who does not need to carry a sword and can have countless sword energy generated by just thinking.

When Han Fei heard this, he looked at Wei Zhuang with an incomprehensible look. Wei Zhuang's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to stab Han Fei.

Unable to stand Wei Zhuang's sharp eyes, Han Fei turned away and looked at Cheng Yu and continued to ask: "What about you, Brother Cheng?"

"ninety."

When using a sword.

Cheng Yu added in his mind.

"What about the Purple Girl?"

When Zi Nu heard this, she rolled her eyes at Han Fei.

"I haven't fought before, so I don't know for sure, but from my perspective, it's still seventy-five."

"She is definitely a hero among women. There are not many men who can compare with her."

Zi Nu smiled sweetly and said: "Excuse me. You're not that good. I just learned some self-defense techniques."

"what about me?"

"A normal man's number is ten. I'll give you eleven, Brother Han."

"No way, am I that weak?"

"What about the ovary?"

"Well... Mr. Zhang is proficient in the six Confucian arts and has some martial arts background. He is thirty-three."

"In this case, wouldn't it be possible for the ovary to hit three of us?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I'm not that weak."

Han Fei shook his head like a rattle and danced.

"Brother Han, you misunderstood." Cheng Yu said with a smile.

"I'll just say it."

"This is not a simple multiplication. Master Zhang, you will have no problem if you count ten."

Han Fei: "..."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone except Han Fei laughed, even the cold Wei Zhuang showed a slight smile, and the air was filled with joy.

Of course, this algorithm excludes the Inverse Scale Sword. If the Inverse Scale Sword is included, Han Fei can actually fight Xuan Jian.

One topic after another was discussed, and there was no silence at the scene. Unconsciously, the night was already late, and everyone dispersed.

Han Fei and Zhang Liang, one returned to the palace and the other returned to the mansion. Since Yan Lingji was not there, they had to rest alone when they went back, so Cheng Xi did not go back.

If Cheng Xiu doesn't go back, Xuanjian and Gansha will naturally not go back either.
To be continued...