My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 232
If you have the talent for cultivation, and after you have cultivated to F (+) and break through to E (-), you still need to climb three more small stages before you can reach the realm strength of the captain.

The difference between E and F realms is a qualitative change. Normally, the E (-) realm can lead the team to go out on duty, but because this realm is more dangerous, it is only the E (+) realm practitioners who are arranged.

E(+) To put it mildly, it can be called a half-step D-level powerhouse.

As for the D-level realm, that is the true cultivator who can start to cultivate spiritual weapons, breed a sea of ​​energy, and shake ten thousand junctures with spiritual power.

When a cultivator crosses the threshold of the D-level realm and becomes a strong C-level realm, it is a natural disaster of its own accord, a powerful existence of the enemy of all armies.

All the F(+) practitioners present here are not enough to be beaten with one finger.

As for the existence of the B-level realm, it is said that they are the guardians of the core realm. To what extent their cultivation base can achieve, they can only imagine it.

In fact, when the boys talk about the D-level environment, a lot of information is very missing, after all, they don't understand it themselves.

Yin Hang felt a little relieved when he heard this.

At first he thought that Wei Lan and the others were missing, but looking at it now, it was obviously Yin Hang and Luo Er who were missing.

But Yin Hang always felt that something was awkward, and he was very puzzled.

Because in their description, the C-level realm seems to be an unbelievably tyrannical existence.

Exaggerated adjectives such as stepping through the void and referring to Broken Galaxy began to appear.

But when he was snatching spirit stones in actual combat, he had obviously met a cultivator who claimed to be a C-level practitioner.

Although that guy's black armor was really tough, and he couldn't break through the defense with all his strength, but when he was deeply trapped in his own domain, he couldn't move at all, and when he finally fought hard, he didn't feel how strong it was fighting power.

Is that guy just fooling himself?
"By the way, are you a cultivator too?" A boy suddenly asked.

In fact, when Yin Hang asked the question just now, they acquiesced that Yin Hang is a cultivator. After all, there is still a difference in the reaction of ordinary people.

"Er..." Yin Hang hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "Is it?"

The others were stunned when they heard it.

What do you mean?

Can this still count?
But thinking of the F(-) cultivation base that Yin Hang mentioned just now, it is probably his own cultivation base.

In their eyes, it is indeed difficult to be called a cultivator.

"By the way, what is your background?" The boy next to Yin Hang poked his head, his tone was not as complacent as before, "Zongmen or Daoyuan class?"

Yin Hang didn't want to mention his identity in the Daoyuan class, after all, it would be troublesome to explain.

"Qingyu Pavilion," Yin Hang felt a little inappropriate after finishing speaking, and added: "Students of the joint training class."

"Combined training class?" The boy had never heard of Qingyu Pavilion, but he basically understood the joint training class, and then he pointed to the two people in the distance: "The captain of our hunting team, and the one named Song Jingjing The girls are all from the Daoyuan class."

"If you are going to be a civil servant in the future, you can get to know them in advance now."

"These are all rare contacts, even the only future bigwigs you have the opportunity to get in touch with."

The boy paused for a moment when he said this, and then said in a tone that seemed to be confiding: "Although I say this, you may not like to hear it, but there are really not many outlets for the joint training class. In the end, they are basically civilian jobs."

"This incident in the secret realm, you can take it as your chance to find opportunities to make friends with the favored ones of the Daoyuan class."

……

While the boys were chatting casually, Song Jingjing tiptoed to An Tong's side.

"Sister An, how are you talking?"

An Tong was looking at Yin Hang's direction in a daze, but Song Jingjing suddenly made a sound, which almost scared her.

"How?" An Tong frowned.

Song Jingjing smiled without saying a word, showing a 'you understand' expression.

An Tong felt baffled, but her current thoughts were all on her husband, and she couldn't care less about this girl.

And when she watched Yin Hang chatting with those boys, she also sulked as she wrapped her fingers around the grass stalks around her legs.

How long have you been talking about this, did you forget that you still have a wife waiting for you here?

Can't you chat with me for a while during the break?

Let's talk about it when we go back to the camp, so we have to wait until we go back, right? !

Damn!
And when An Tong was sulking, Luo Er also hugged her leg and stared blankly from a remote place.

The hunting team rested for about 10 minutes, then set off to continue on their way.

They were very lucky, and they found three deer drinking water on the roadside, which was really a surprise.

Although the deer in the secret realm run much faster than the cheetahs outside the secret realm, under the captain's cultivation base of E (+) realm, the hunt was completed cleanly, and the way of handling the prey seems to be better than that of Wei Lan. They also need to be professional.

After walking for half an hour, when the sky started to turn black, the hunting team finally saw the light curtain at the edge of the realm.

About 50 meters in front of the light curtain, there is a place that looks like a camp, and two or three practitioners are all focused... watching a movie on their mobile phones.

After noticing their footsteps, a cultivator in a neat black robe stepped towards them.

After talking with the captain of the hunting team for a while, he leaned towards Yin Hang and Luo Er, staring at them for a while.

Finally, he took out two oval metal iron plates from his pocket, which were identification tags in black and white.

The black identification card was given to Luo Er, while the white identification card was placed in Yin Hang's hand.

"Registration card, remember to register first when you enter the camp." At this time, the other party found the little girl beside Yin Hang, frowned slightly and said: "We have a special place here to take care of children, of course you can let her follow you."

Yin Hang wanted to ask the little girl, but she hurriedly held Yin Hang's finger.

"Then don't run around," the black-robed practitioner wanted to tease her, but the little girl huddled tightly behind Yin Hang.

And at this moment, the girl who noticed the white identification plate in Yin Hang's hand came over curiously.

"White card?" The girl asked suspiciously, "Isn't he a cultivator?"

"Ah?" The black-robed cultivator was a little puzzled, then he glanced at Yin Hang for the second time, and finally frowned and closed his eyes, breathing very regularly.

After a while, the cultivator opened his eyes again and said with great certainty: "It's definitely true. I didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in him. I'm afraid he doesn't even have the talent for cultivation."

"How could it be a cultivator?"

"What?" The girl looked at Yin Hang incomprehensibly.

And just when Yin Hang didn't know how to explain, a boy next to him rushed over and smoothed things over with a smile: "It's a mistake, it's our mistake, we'll go in and register first, so I won't bother you. "

Immediately, he whispered in Yin Hang's ear: "Brother, it's really impossible. Even if you are not a cultivator, the camp welcomes you very much, but the job is different."

"And ah... in the secret realm, don't try to be brave in anything, or you will really die."

When the boy persuaded Yin Hang, his mood was a little complicated.

I was injured like that, and I insisted that I was a cultivator, so I could barely say that I was brave.

Of course, the combat power that F(-) can possess is actually not much worse than that of professional boxers and Sanda athletes.

It is not to say that it is impossible to pretend to be hard, but there is an essential difference in actual combat.

It is said that non-cultivators, without cultivated physical fitness, may take half their lives even if it is just ordinary bleeding or infection.

How is it possible to participate in the actual battle in the secret realm?
After the boy finished speaking, Yin Hang didn't speak.

In the eyes of the other party, it is probably the default.

When they left the camp and walked towards the light curtain of the boundary, Yin Hang turned his head silently and observed carefully for a moment, the black-robed cultivator who went back to watch movies on his mobile phone.

Noticing Yin Hang's gaze, the boy next to him smiled and said: "That buddy is specially adapted, and the awakened ability is particularly sensitive to spiritual power, so he is specially responsible for guarding the gate of the realm."

"This ability is extremely rare, and unless you can deliberately disguise it, you won't be able to fool his perception at all."

"But as long as you are a little bit different, the two practitioners next to him are very capable of fighting. I guess there are at least D (+) level powerhouses."

Finally, when they were about to approach the light curtain, the boy laughed and continued to chat with the two boys.

After knowing that Yin Hang has no cultivation talent, he still has a clear sense of distance.

After all, what they were talking about had nothing to do with Yin Hang, just like talking about games with Yun players.

On the contrary, An Tong finally had the chance to lean against Yin Hang again.

An Tong saw that he was busy before, no matter how much he gritted his teeth, he didn't squeeze over.

"Husband." An Tong rubbed against Yin Hang's arm.

"Uh, I actually..." Yin Hang still didn't know how to explain what happened just now.

"Why did you ignore me just now?" An Tong pouted, looking very unhappy.

Yin Hang froze slightly, but couldn't speak, and finally smiled as if relieved: "Sorry, wife."

"Sorry, don't be sorry," An Tong raised his hand and pinched Yin Hang's nose, "You must accompany me well when you arrive at the camp."

But when An Tong said this, Yin Hang just passed the light curtain of the boundary, and instantly felt a strong sense of dizziness.

Yin Hang, who couldn't stand at all, almost fell down, and the little girl who was following Yin Hang hurriedly tried to support him, but her strength was limp. When Yin Hang was about to fall head-on to the ground, An Tong held on tight He held his husband in his arms.

After Song Jingjing found out, she exclaimed on the spot.

Diving, right? What a high-ranking technique!

As for the other cultivators who heard the shouts and noticed this, they also understood.

Ordinary people without cultivation talent will have more or less similar symptoms when they pass through the realm.

But Yin Hang's performance was more serious, almost to the point of fainting.

This can only prove that what the practitioners guarding the realm are right.

Then Yin Hang bit his tongue, and the blurred eyes became clear.

And the scene of the realm that appeared in front of him actually felt like a paradise.

They stood at a high position, where they could see a livable plain in the distance. The camp had a sense of sight as if it were a village. Along the clear river, many low bamboo houses spread out in an orderly manner. .

Because the sky is getting darker, and the distance of the boundary is the twilight that is about to dissipate, the smoke from the kitchen is faint, and there are many pedestrians busy in each room, as if there is a sense of beauty and comfort.

And when the hunting team appeared at this end of the light curtain, there were people who seemed to be involved in the work to meet them.

After asking the captain for a while, Luoer's situation seemed to be a bit special and needed to be handed over and dealt with separately. As for Yin Hang, he followed the normal process of entering the camp.

Song Jingjing in the distance immediately clicked her tongue.

Because Sister An was about to be abducted by this boy named Lu Hang.

I haven't had time to match up yet, okay?
Seeing this, Song Jingjing hurriedly waved her hand.

"What's wrong?" An Tong stared away.

"We still have to go back and write the attendance report." Song Jingjing pestered the team leader to inquire about a lot of information. Although the purpose was quite impure, now there is a 'reliability' that makes An Tong gnash his teeth.

You dead Song Jingjing, I'm not the only one who wrote those broken reports!
"Wife, you go first." Yin Hang comforted softly, he felt that this kind of thing was quite serious.

An Tong pouted hard.

You stupid, don't you know how to keep your wife? !

"I'm in the G6 area, No. 23." An Tong stretched out his finger and pinched Yin Hang's arm, "Remember to come to me earlier!"

"it is good."

After parting with An Tong, Yin Hang entered the gathering area of ​​the camp.

To be honest, the twilight sheen of the camp was like a filter, and when he actually entered it himself, the various messes and noises were quite obvious.

But after all, it is a temporary construction, and it is much stronger than a damp cave.

When Yin Hang was guided into a seemingly spacious office, he found that there were quite a lot of people waiting inside.

They formed a long registration line, and at the front of the line, only a young man wearing glasses was working, extremely busy.

Because Yin Hang was the last to enter the office and was at the end of the waiting line.

Compared with his fairly neat mountaineering suit, the other survivors in line had tattered clothes, their hair was covered with scabs, and some of them were bandaged and covered in blood. Some of the skeletons encountered are comparable.

It's hard to imagine what they've been through.

And what they hang on their hands or around their necks are the same white identification plates as Yin Hang.

After waiting for almost half an hour, it was finally Yin Hang's turn. The tired-looking clerk took out two application forms and handed them to Yin Hang and the little girl who followed him.

The content is all basic information, such as name, ID number, family address, family contact information, etc...

And there is a device that looks like a computer on the clerk's desk.

Yin Hang also smiled awkwardly. Fortunately, those practitioners did not follow him, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he found himself playing a trumpet.

When Yin Hang finished filling in the information and submitted it to the other party, the clerk's eyebrows were immediately frowned, which was no different from twisting.

"I said buddy, don't we have a table there?"

Before the clerk finished speaking, the little girl beside Yin Hang also carefully filled it out, passed Yin Hang timidly, and handed it to the clerk.

After the other party took it, he immediately exclaimed.

"My mother, you two are so stupid!"

(End of this chapter)