Seeing that Shang Shang was still holding his fists in salute, Cynical couldn't help but sneer. "Have you not noticed that these people look down on us at all? In their eyes, we great elders are just like the newcomers, we are worse than scum!"

Xiang Xiang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, you are too sensitive. Besides, they are all honorary elders after they come back. Their status is just higher than us, so even if they have airs, it is natural, right? What's more, they are all artistic conception level, not to mention divine works.

The effect cannot be matched by ours. Let’s just say that after they spent more than one or two years to complete the level of the Dispellable Point Martial Arts, they will be the artistic conception level masters in the world. Can they be on the same level as us? We respect them of course. They

Respecting us is incomprehensible."

He let out a sarcastic sigh. "You are really a slave!"

"Brother Leng, in the world of martial arts, it is polite and natural to respect those who are stronger than oneself. Should the stronger ones bow to newcomers instead and obey their orders? How can this be related to being a slave?

" Xiang Xiang just defended, but did not argue with Cynical. This trick is very effective, because so far, although Cynical's attitude towards him seems to have not changed, he is actually willing to talk to him a lot, and he has not made trouble for nothing. Xiang Xiang

I believe that people's hearts are full of flesh. Lu Yao knows that Ma Li will see people's hearts over time, and sooner or later he will be willing to admit that he is his good brother and good friend from the inside out.

"What's so great about these bastards! They retreated into the world after they couldn't survive, and now they're back and are self-righteous. People like them, how did they get away back then, and how will they get away in the future! Do you think of them as masters? I don't!"

"As Brother Leng said, there are not many masters in the world of martial arts." Xiang Xiang smiled wryly, finally understanding the cynicism. People in the martial arts world have more than one way of distinguishing masters.

Many people think that except for the strongest person in the world, everyone else is rubbish and not worthy of being called a master; there are also many people who think that anyone who is better than themselves is a master and deserves to be respected and worshiped; and some

People think that those who are above the artistic conception level are masters; of course, some people think that those who are above the first-class level are masters; the most popular way of looking at it has always been that as long as you have been among the first-class masters, you are a master, and the artistic conception level is naturally a master.

Although the cynicism's inner classification of masters is not as funny as the most extreme, it is still extreme and special enough.

"Originally, only those who can always stay in the world and never give up can be called masters!" Cynical said it is natural. He will not say anything more. This is the way Chongqing divides masters in his heart. How can it be changed?

Wangshan on the side couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Brother Leng, do you think you are a master?"

This question is obviously interesting, like a contradictory story.

He was sarcastic but without a moment's hesitation or hesitation, he answered quickly. "Not now, but it will definitely be in the future!"

When some elders and elders who were nearby heard this, some sneered secretly in disapproval, while others felt that it was sarcastic and ambitious.

Xiang Xiang is the latter. Although for their newcomers, the artistic conception level is like a dream that can never be touched. They can only think about it but never have the chance to practice it. Xiang Xiang also has such a dream, although he doesn't know how.

But he believes that as long as he keeps working hard and never gives up in the arena, he will one day be able to comprehend new artistic conceptions and become an artistic conception level master.

Wangshan was very satisfied with the sarcastic answer. He was realistic and did not violate his own principles of classifying masters, but he did not look down on himself because of it. "Brother Leng, Wangshan can learn from you."

He smiled sarcastically. "Learn nothing from me! If you want to learn from the Holy Lord, look at them, they will never leave the world! With this courage and will, they should be legendary!"

Wangshan smiled brightly. "Brother, how dare I hope that I can match the Holy Master?"

"Fuck! You think you can catch up with me? Tell you, there is no way!" Sneering was furious, Wangshan laughed, knowing that the sarcastic temperament was intentional and not really angry. "I just want to catch up with my eldest brother**

, that’s alright, right?”

"Okay, there's 90% chance that you can catch up with me. There's 100% no hope." He laughed sarcastically, and for a while, several familiar elders around him laughed happily.

But behind the laughter, many elders and great elders have uneasy worries hidden in their hearts.

So many artistic conception-level masters have come to the Holy Land of Righteousness one after another. Many of them are masters who have followed White Dusk in the past, and many are artistic conception-level masters. They were able to climb up to the position of elders because of the era of rivers and lakes after the God's Will mission. To put it bluntly,
Chapter completed!