proud of the sky

Chapter 452
Before Zhang Muyang said anything, a man wearing glasses next to the man said in a strange way: "What kind of cultivation can it be, I can barely count it as an F-level at most."

F grade?
This is the first time Zhang Muyang has heard of this division of ranks. It is estimated that it is a unified division of foreign monks. Now there are monks in all countries, and they have all entered the era of practice. However, because of the different inheritance of each country, the division of realms is of course different.

For example, in China, it is divided according to the level of practice, such as refining, foundation building, golden core, etc. In England, it is magic apprentice, magician, great magician, and so on.

This F-level should be called internationally. According to the division of monks' combat power, Zhang Muyang moved his wrist and said: "I don't know your division, but in China, I am currently in the early stage of Qi refining."

Originally thought that he had said that his realm was very low, but he did not expect that after he said this, many people gasped.

"Brother, are you in the Qi training period? Then you are a D-level combat power, amazing. I didn't expect you to have such a cultivation base at such a young age."

"Brother, how many people in China want to cultivate like you?"

Different from the yin and yang of the man with glasses just now, more people are amazed and curious. These Chinese wandering abroad are still very curious about domestic affairs.

Zhang Muyang said lightly: "I should be regarded as very low-level. As far as I know, many family sects have perfect Qi refining, and even masters at the Foundation Establishment level."

As soon as he finished speaking, he attracted more surprises and a look of pride.

"Sure enough, did I just say it? Our China has been a big country for 5000 years, and those foreigners can't compare."

"Let's go back and see sometime."

"Yeah, I used to think it was better to be a foreign country. What education and technology are ahead of the country, but now I look at it, it's all scum."

Everyone was discussing in one go, and the eccentric person said again: "Do you believe what he says?"

"Why don't you believe me?" The little fan girl just said something, and then asked Zhang Muyang: "You are alone, it's so dangerous here, do you want to come with us, we are so powerful, we can have a good relationship with each other Take care not."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man with eyes became anxious. He had been thinking about liking Xiaomei for a long time. Looking at the situation now, Xiaomei seemed to be infatuated with Zhang Muyang.How could he accept this, and hurriedly said: "Xiaomei, how can this be done, we don't know what to do with this kid, what if he is a bad guy, have you forgotten to do it once?"

Hearing what he said, Xiaomei also hesitated, but she quickly said: "Are we all afraid of him alone? Besides, I don't think this little brother looks like a bad person."

She justified Zhang Muyang in this way, and the eye-eyed man's fear and bad impression of Zhang Muyang continued to deepen. Just when he wanted to continue to drive Zhang Muyang away, the leader of the group said: "Xiaomei is right, we Are so many people afraid of him alone? Besides, they are all from China, and we Chinese outside the country should unite."

Listening to them discussing in front of him, Zhang Muyang felt a pain in his ass. If he didn't want to know how these people found his trace, he wouldn't be too lazy to waste time with them, but now the man with glasses is so obvious to himself. He still has to keep the eyedrops on. Seeing his sneaky appearance, I'm afraid there may be ghosts in his heart.

He coughed lightly, ignored the unfriendly expression of the man in glasses, and said, "Thank you very much, don't worry, I will never harm everyone."

"Hmph, who knew, I'll keep staring at you, kid." The man with glasses said with a cold snort.

Zhang Muyang shrugged his shoulders, the boy told you to go crazy for a while.

"Brother Zhang, don't pay attention to him. He is like that. He is the same as everyone else. Tell me about domestic affairs. I have settled abroad with my parents and haven't been back yet."

"Then how do you speak Mandarin so well." Zhang Muyang praised him a little. He still has a good impression of these Chinese who are heart-to-heart of the motherland, especially a beautiful little girl.

The man with glasses who had already walked away saw Zhang Muyang chatting so happily with his younger sister, and his jealousy became more and more intense. He turned around and stopped in front of Zhang Muyang and said, "Boy named Zhang, boy, you say you What is the early stage of Qi refining, then you can show us a few hands, let us see your means, how about we play against each other?"

Zhang Muyang has been upset with this kid for a long time, but he just ignored him all the time. He didn't expect that this guy would come to the door by himself to get a beating. Can Zhang Muyang get used to him?Of course not, he said, "How embarrassing."

The man with glasses snorted coldly and said, "Why are you afraid that I will hurt you? You wouldn't be so timid, would you?"

Zhang Muyang said euphemistically: "No, I was afraid that I would hurt you, you are too weak."

I thought Zhang Muyang would be humble, but he didn't expect that the man in glasses' face became even uglier when he said such a sentence.

"Really, with such a loud tone. When you say that, I want to fight with you even more." He squeezed his fist and made a crackling sound.

Seeing that the two of them were going to fight, many people were persuading them, and of course there were also some booing. They wandered around here for a long time, but found nothing, and they were bored. Now that there are people fighting, they are naturally happy to watch the show.

The leader of this group of casual cultivators pondered for a while, but did not object. After all, for the safety of the entire team, he should understand Zhang Muyang's power, not to mention he was also very curious about what kind of fighting style the Qi training period was. .Most of the incomplete lineages they practiced by the Chinese, or all of them were integrated into the Western ones.It is a pity that because of the strangeness of race and racial discrimination, it is difficult for them to get a good inheritance.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Muyang said: "Then I'll make a fool of myself, let's stop here."

"This is a competition. How can we go so far? If you get injured, you blame yourself for your lack of strength." The man with glasses said this sentence desperately, and he didn't know whether he was very confident in his own strength or felt that he was invincible.If the group of Indian monks heard the man in glasses talking to Zhang Muyang like this.I will definitely give him a thumbs up in a heartfelt convincing way, brother, you are tough enough, we will wait for you on Huangquan Road.

Zhang Muyang smiled slightly, that's what he was waiting for.

Seeing that the two of them were going to fight, everyone dispersed. The man with glasses pulled out a long knife from his waist and pointed it at Zhang Muyang, while Zhang Muyang stood there lazily.

The leader of this group of casual cultivators greeted the guests and said: "The competition begins."

(End of this chapter)