Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I thought this was a difficult question, but who knows.

"That's naturally the God of War for All Eternity - Lord Pangu!" Xiaopang answered without hesitation.

"Oh?" This time, Liu Ying's interest was completely raised. "Tell me, how powerful is this Lord of War God?"

Seeing that Liu Ying's emotions were finally pulled away, Xiaopang suddenly felt refreshed and opened his mouth and started his speech as if he had known it.

"Young Master should know the four levels of division of the strength of our Jialan Star Domain, King, Saint and God, right?"

"I know a little bit." Liu Ying shrugged.

"So do you know that since the Pangu Military God founded this evaluation system, in the past thousands of years, there have been a total of several god warriors who can break through the ultimate shackles of life and become one with one hand?"

Liu Ying rubbed the newly thorny beards under her jaw and tentatively guessed: "I heard that thousands of years ago, God Nuwa issued an oracle to support the new star and select warriors. At that time, the military god Pangu accepted the oracle to start a war, and spread all walks of life. Thousands of years of time, coupled with the vast colonial star plan of the Jialan Star Domain, why should it have trained hundreds of god warriors, right?"

"Hundreds of people?" Xiaopang exclaimed in a daze, obviously frightened by Liu Ying's bold guess, "Do you think the god warrior is a potato in the crops, and you can see them anytime you plant?"

"There are no hundreds, no ten, and even, except the Pangu Military God, there is no, second place!" Xiaopang finished speaking word by word, put his hands in his sleeves, raised his head 45 degrees towards the sky, and his face was filled with compassion and loneliness.

"What!?" Liu Ying was shocked by Xiaopang's words. She suddenly turned her head but saw the fat man's pretending to be a master. No matter how he looked, he was not used to it.

"Bang", slapped the fat big head with a slap. Liu Ying looked at Xiaopang with strange eyes: "What are you doing? Are you reincarnated as a military god? Are you so arrogant and harsh? How can you scare me with such a pretended and profound look?"

"Where do I have it?" Xiaopang, who was woken up by a slap, touched his head angrily, "My father told me about this when he was ancient times. I have to copy the whole thing."

"Oh, that's fine, you can continue copying and keep talking."

But Xiaopang, who was broken, could not pretend to be able to continue to act, so he had to start telling the story honestly.

"The War God Pangu established four hierarchical standards thousands of years ago, but countless years have passed and countless practice techniques have been updated and iterated, until today, no one has reached the height of his former life. This has to make us younger generations ashamed!"

"Although he had gone through the vast journey of exploring the ultimate mysteries of the universe many years ago,..."

"What!" Liu Ying was shocked and stood up with a "twist" sound, "You, you mean, Pangu, thousands of years old, and still alive!!!"

Liu Ying's voice was trembling, staring at Fatty Wang.

Xiaopang was stared at by Liu Ying and responded in a hurry: "Yes, shouldn't it? There has never been any news of his death. Moreover, the God Warrior is a non-human existence who has broken through the ultimate confinement of life, so how could he die so easily?"

Liu Ying closed her eyes, sat down slowly, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and waved her hand to let Xiaopang continue speaking.

The little fat looked at Liu Ying for no reason. He didn't know what the young master was excited, so he had to clear his throat and continue talking about the ancients.

"So, as a legendary figure in the Jialan Star Domain for thousands of years, the Star Wars hero is naturally the number one in the world!"

Liu Ying nodded and slowly opened her eyes full of longing. In her eyes, there was ambition shining, lasting and dazzling: "What about the second one?"

"The second one is not one person, it is four people. To be precise, it is four names."

"Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise!"

"As long as they sit on the throne of the commander of the four major legions, they no longer have their own names, and only the code name of the Four Saints is left. They have been entering the holy realm for many years. Although they have never admitted that they have broken through the shackles of the God Warrior, as long as they are wearing the Four Saints armor, even if the God Warrior comes, they have to make way for them!"

Liu Ying exhaled a long breath and exclaimed: "I deserve it!"

Xiaopang smiled and continued: "As for the third level, although he is not a nuclear bomb-level figure like the Four Saints, he is actually the real ruler of the various forces in our Jialan Star Domain."

"They are not only veteran jihadists, but also the core of real power in various fields: such as the deans of the seven colleges; such as the Qinghe Fairy in the Zhuque Military Camp, the Dou Sheng Duocan of the White Tiger Military Camp; and the likes the president of Jialanxing Changle Qianyuan, the leader of the Wuyou League, and so on."

When talking about the name "Self-loving", Xiaopang unconsciously collected the volume and looked up towards the top of the pyramid, as if he was afraid that someone would hear it.

Liu Ying was immersed in these dazzling names of the sea of ​​stars, and did not notice it. She smacked her lips and continued to ask, "Can Wen Jianlong be considered the third level expert?"

"It shouldn't be considered yet." Xiaopang calmed down and turned around. "I naturally have no right to judge. However, my father once commented with Uncle Chan after drinking: In the several major organizations of Jialanxing, there are several major gang leaders, leaders, and guardians in addition to the joy of themselves; the top ten list of the "Liaoyuan Competition" for the four major military camps every three years; the senior brothers selected from the "Rainbow Competition Seminar" every four years; and the two northern and southern city lords of Kuiui City and Kunpeng City now. Although they have all become saints, they are still lacking in a lot of time before reaching the third level."

Liu Ying nodded again, looking at Xiaopang's merciless, mean, but very mysterious father with some admiration: "Is there a fifth level of standard?"

"My father commented on six levels back then. The fifth level is aimed at the overall situation of those who have not yet become saints, the peak king warriors." Xiaopang fell into memories. "When they commented, I happened to be serving the masters of this level, and gave extremely high evaluations to the real future of Jia Lanxing. I still remember the eight words of the comments."

"Calilia root, star field pillar!"

Liu Ying shook her shoulders awkwardly, as if she could shake off the eight words that Fatty Dad had imposed on him. She hummed helplessly: "Where is the master of level 6?"

"There is no sixth master. They are collectively called strong soldiers below level five, including those who are junior, and those Wang soldiers who have lost their talent for promotion. In their eyes, there is no difference between strong soldiers and Wang soldiers. They are just cannon fodder."

"Cannon fodder?" Liu Ying smiled in silence. Indeed, no matter how strong an ordinary soldier is, he will never be able to control his life on the battlefield.

"What about you? Which level are you?" Liu Ying suddenly became curious. Xiaopang's ability is very mysterious and he has never shown any skills in combat. However, with his mysterious father's years of training, he should be a good player, right?

"Me?" Xiaopang faced Liu Ying's incandescent eyes and said embarrassedly, "I can't count at any level. Not only me, the Fenghuo Lei and the Yellow-skinned Monkey you know are all the residues eliminated by the Divine Armament. Only Shuang Gun Xue and Big One can barely reach the level of the strong soldier."

When it comes to the big guy, both of them fell into silence.

I don’t want to recall the scene of a big sacrifice, I don’t want to recall the heart-wrenching half of the last words:

"Lonely wolf! It's worth it for me to fight with you in my life! I want to blow this to my grandson..."

Liu Yingqiang was distracted and thought. According to Fatty Dad’s comments, the experts in the Jialan Star Domain can be divided into five fields: God, Saint, Sub Saint, First Saint and King level.

Although I don’t know what the standard of getting from a king to a saint is, I must still be at the king level. As for the real combat power and lethality, I seem to be able to barely step into the threshold of the first saint.

Um,

The god level is the legendary leader who created the world.

The holy level is a supreme master who doesn't easily leave the mountain.

The Asahi is the three ministers and nine ministers who make actual decisions.

The first sage is the minister of various powers.

The king level is the core backbone of each prefecture and government office.

And the strong soldiers are the grassroots soldiers and yamen runners.

Oh by the way, there is also a divine sense of intention. Those old men are the real emperors of the Jialan Star Domain!

Being at ease, from the perspective of a scout on Earth, I have been promoted several levels in a row.

After thinking nonsense, Liu Ying was suddenly stunned:

"Hey, aren't there any sects? Which level are those sect masters considered?"

"They," said the little fat man with a wry smile. "Those legendary immortal cultivation sects and hidden clans will not be included in our worldly evaluation system at all. How many people do they exist, whether there are also people who have reached the holy level, or even god-level supreme, or something even more terrifying, are not something that we secular people can guess."

Liu Ying sighed with Xiaopang, and the arrogant sword appeared in front of her.

The reason why he dared to fight Wen Zhanlong's invincible "Wolf Teeth" was not only because of his own strength improvement, but also because the five-color flying sword that once glanced at the high mountain, which was always indifferent to "Wolf Teeth" in his spiritual sense gave him a strange state of mind.

While meditating, a sharp voice suddenly penetrated into my ears.

"Hey, little fat man, the hair is not long enough, and he actually dares to comment on the heroes in the world! Come on, let's talk about where I should be ranked in the world by your uncle!"

The sharp voice mixed with flying saliva, and at the top of Liu Ying and the others, a man with a fur face who was extremely disproportionate to his voice shouted at Fatty Wang.

"Well, I'll give you a piece of meat to eat; I don't like to listen to grandpa, be careful of your mouth and dog teeth!"

As the man with a hairy face spoke, he reached out to pull one of his fleshy legs off the stone table, stretched out his feet and kicked it. The fleshy legs flipped over and hit Fatty Wang's big face.

Fatty Wang's face was full of businessman-like smiles, and he looked at the insults coming in calmly with his hands, which was quite a bit unscathing.

Liu Ying's eyes were cold, but she was not in a hurry to take action.

A big knife slashed with the cold wind. Zhao Shi, who was sitting with his back, did not move. He twisted his body and pulled out his sword and slashed angrily. The sword wind was fierce, his wrist was straight, and the lower plate was as stable as Mount Tai.

It can be seen that the suffering of the past month has not been in vain.

But with a string, "Xianweng~" the Thirteenth Invisible Piano Sword cut the flesh into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Thirteen snorted coldly, his tender voice seemed very loud: "Which one in the world? Our village chief only remembers to rank people and forgot to rank dogs. I will remind Uncle Wang when I go back to find time."

"What did you say?" The man with a furious face was furious and slapped the table and stood up.

Zhao Shi had turned around at this time. Seeing the man with a hairy face asking, he kindly explained: "Miss Thirteen means that you are a dog and you can't rank."

After explaining, Zhao Shifang found something wrong and grabbed his head and asked in confusion: "So you are transformed into a dog spirit. No wonder you have black hair on your face. You are not completely transformed enough, and your skills are indeed not good."

Xiaoqi, who was covered in frost, burst out laughing out loud, and Thirteen even laughed exaggeratedly, covering his stomach and squatted down.

The man with a fur face screamed in anger. He faced Zhao Shi's sincere eyes and couldn't explain that he was not a dog spirit. He couldn't help but angrily copy the copper hammer under his feet and wanted to smash it open.

"Cough~", a slight cough sounded.

Although the voice was low, it was very majestic. The arms next to him immediately stretched out, clasping the waist of the big man with a big face. He let him scream and jump around in anger, but he was not able to move at all.

The coughing owner lowered his eyes, half-drooping eyelids, and asked in a dry voice: "What is your relationship with Qin Gu in Xianyin Pavilion?"

Thirteen was stunned and before he could reply, everyone suddenly looked up.

"Boom~", "Boom~", "Boom~"

Three loud noises came almost at the same time.

Three big holes suddenly cracked above the pyramid, and three huge and strange warships exposed half of the bow, slowly sailing out from the three space black holes.
Chapter completed!