When Hu Qinghan took the lightning and struck the wood, he rushed to the small market in the west, the sun was already shining in the sky.

He immediately returned the rented horse and got his fifty taels of deposit back.

The shopkeeper who rented the horse saw that he had made the horse covered in mud and originally wanted to deduct two taels of silver, but after Hu Qinghan showed his identity as a disciple of Xuanyin Sect, the other party would forget it.

He was going to find a place to have a good meal, then buy some tonics and then go back to the sect to sleep.

This time he gained a lot, which made him extremely excited.

"Brother Hu, it's so early!"

Just as Hu Qinghan was carrying a large package and carrying a piece of wood of one meter and five meters in length, he heard a familiar voice sound.

Hu Qinghan turned his head and saw the fortune teller sitting on the second floor, having breakfast.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang." Hu Qinghan bowed.

"Looking at your dusty look, why not come up and sit down."

"You have to hurry up and go back, that's not the case." Hu Qinghan said.

He had a life detector and Chu Rou's ghost, so he didn't dare to deal with an expert like Zhang Sanliang. Going back as soon as possible is the king.

But Zhang Sanliang said, "Come on, Brother Hu won't regret it."

Hu Qinghan didn't know what the other party meant, but his eyelids did not have a warning. In addition, the more he pushed and stopped, the more he was suspected, so he smiled and said, "Then I'm not polite."

When I arrived at the second floor, there was still a booth facing the street. Zhang Sanliang ordered a lot of food, including pastries, buns, steamed pork, tea and soy milk.

Hu Qinghan had been running around for so long, and had been so hungry that he had long since sat down. His stomach began to roar.

He was not polite either. He put down the lightning-striking wood and the package, and the wind began to sweep away the remaining clouds.

After he had almost finished eating, Zhang Sanliang asked him: "Brother Hu's little Sanyang magic skills have been practiced to the second level, and it is really amazing. I think you are obviously more talented than a qi refiner."

When Hu Qinghan heard this, he became interested. He drank most of the bowl of soy milk and asked, "Who is better, martial artist or Qi Refiner?"

"Everything is great," said Zhang Sanliang.

"But why did I hear that martial artists are people without talent and can only practice by polishing their bodies. Qi Refiners are different. If they can breathe and refine their energy, their future achievements will definitely be higher than martial artists. Moreover, it is said that high-level martial artists can fight low-level Qi Refiners."

"The pattern is small." Zhang Sanliang finished eating a small bun in a few bites, picked up a bite of tea and put it in his mouth.

"Isn't this the case?" Hu Qinghan said.

"A high-ranking martial artist can actually easily use the Qi Refiner, so in many cases they are regarded as Qi Refiner, but in fact it is not the case."

Hu Qinghan was slightly surprised. It is said that high-quality martial artists can perfectly control their physical body, so they can easily create a sense of qi, so as to take the lead in the qi refining qi.

"So martial artists and qi refiners are indeed powerful people." Zhang Sanliang said again.

Hu Qinghan understood that he could try to walk along with the martial artist and then embark on the path of a Qi Refiner.

Because high-level Qi Refiners are a kind of self-cultivation in the later stage, and their lifespan is said to increase. This is also the reason why everyone wants to take Qi Refiners as Qi Refiners.

After Hu Qinghan just came to another world, he had a pursuit, that is, maybe one day he could go back.

It’s not easy to go back. There is no technology in this world, but it can be practiced.

Zhang Sanliang in front of him was not simple, and he could just ask about it from the other party.

So he asked: "I have a few questions, I want to ask Mr. Zhang for advice."

"Brother Hu, please ask." Zhang Sanliang put down the teacup and picked up a small bag again.

“How big is this world?”

"Huh?" Hu Qinghan's question made the other party's movement of picking up chopsticks, and he looked at him in surprise.

He was the first to hear someone ask about this kind of question.

Zhang Sanliang smiled: "This question is too grand, I can't answer you."

"Sir, I am from the Shentu of Zhongzhou. There should be a map in the land of Shenzhou? Can't the map cover the entire world?"

Zhang Sanliang shook his head, "There is indeed a map, but it only covers the area where most of us live. In the distant northwest, there is a vast desert, and no one has successfully traveled through it. In the north, it is an extremely cold place. Even if high-level warriors and qi refiners step on, it is extremely dangerous. The south and the west are boundless seas, and there is no end."

Hu Qinghan was surprised, which means that they had not fully explored this world.

"No one went to see the end of these places. Is it exactly where?" Hu Qinghan asked.

"Low-level martial artists and qi refiners cannot go, and high-level martial artists and qi refiners will not be so idle." Zhang Sanliang said.

Hu Qinghan felt that it was not the case, and someone must have explored it.

He once observed this world, and the sun also slowly rose from the east, which shows that this should be a spherical planet. This also conforms to the laws of the universe, so that the spherical shape can last forever.

So he asked again: "How powerful are high-level warriors and Qi Refiners? Can they fly to the sky and escape from the earth?"

"Yes." Zhang Sanliang answered very affirmatively this time.

"What is above the sky? What is below the ground?" Hu Qinghan asked again.

Zhang Sanliang was chewing the buns and looking at him with great interest. He thought Hu Qinghan was very interesting, and even he was very interested in the questions he asked.

I heard him say, "There is heaven beyond the sky, but the ground is still underground."

Hu Qinghan was a little disappointed because he didn't get the answer he wanted.

At this moment, Zhang Sanliang said something that surprised him, "My third generation of the Divine Land of Zhongzhou once leaped over the nine heavens. When he came back, he was seriously injured, but he brought back an interesting news. It is said that there was a silent vortex above the nine heavens. The vortex was huge and vast. Just a glance seemed to suck people into it."

After this person finished speaking, Hu Qinghan was puzzled on the surface, but his heart was shocked. Although he was not sure, he could guess that the vortex might be the wormhole he had traveled through.

I heard him say, "Verm? This is a bit strange." Then I asked, "Dare you ask what level of Qi Refiner is the third generation of the Divine Emperor in Zhongzhou?"

Since the other party can see the wormhole and retreat only seriously injured, it means that the high-level Qi Refiner may have a certain degree of strength to step into the wormhole.

Zhang Sanliang just shook his head and did not answer his question. I don’t know if he was unwilling or he didn’t know.

Although the other party did not give an answer, Hu Qinghan was already extremely satisfied because he received a lot of useful news.

At this time, he asked again: "I wonder if Mr. Zhang is a martial artist or a qi refiner, what level is it?"

Hu Qinghan asked this question that ordinary people will inevitably be taboo.

Zhang Sanliang shook his head speechlessly and said, "It's much better than you anyway."

Hu Qinghan said this was nothing nonsense. Even when the other party even realized his Xiao Sanyang magic skills to the second level, he could tell at a glance that he must be better than him.

Next, he asked Zhang Sanliang how to divide the strength of Wufu.

From the other party, he learned that martial artists are also divided into ninth grades, but third-grade martial artists can make themselves feel angry, and from then on they become a qi refiner, so it is difficult to see pure martial artists above the third grade.

However, there are such people in Zhongzhou Shendi, and there are quite a few.

Hu Qinghan has practiced the Sanyang magic skill at the second level and can be regarded as a second-grade martial artist. If he can practice at the third level, he will be a third-grade martial artist.

At that time, he could use the martial artist's control over his body to breathe and refine Qi, and to use the Qi Refining Master.

Even Zhang Sanliang was extremely surprised by his cultivation speed.

However, if he knew that Hu Qinghan was a pure yang body, he would not be surprised.

This physique, which is naturally suitable for practicing yang attributes, is not only of the qualifications but also has a very fast practice speed.

With this opportunity, Hu Qinghan quickly asked for more questions, such as the magnificent land of Zhongzhou, why not unify all forces? In addition to martial artists and Qi Refiners, is there any other system in this world?

Zhang Sanliang answered all these questions.

The first problem is that Zhongzhou’s sacred land is rich and unifies more places, and there will be financial problems. Because other places are relatively backward, the gain is not worth the loss.

The second question is that in addition to the martial artist and the Qi Refiner, there are some other side sects in this world, such as his fortune teller, which is one of them.

The two chatted happily for an hour, and then Zhang Sanliang suddenly said to Hu Qinghan: "Brother Hu, there is someone in this building that seems to have a deep hostility towards you."

"Um?"

Hu Qinghan became alert and looked outside without any trace.

Although he was sitting in the booth, he could see the situation in the lobby outside.

There were at least twenty or thirty people sitting in the hall, but each of them seemed to be suspicious, so he asked Zhang Sanliang: "Please make it clear to you, senior!"

Zhang Sanliang just drank tea and shook his head slightly.

Hu Qinghan became even more alert and said secretly that he didn't dare to point out this Zhang Sanliang?

So he changed his words: "Please give me a hint!"

This time, Zhang Sanliang put down the teacup and moved his mouth towards one of the backs of the two people, and soon returned to normal.
Chapter completed!