The youngest professional level in China is twenty-five years old.

He is also the youngest professional warrior in the world. He is the leader among registered warriors, he is the monster among registered warriors, and he is the "Lie Tianfeng" Lou Yu.

However, this unprecedented record was broken.

Old Man Lu looked at his apprentice lying on the iron bed in a daze. His mind was in chaos, his lips were trembling, and his shocked emotions were like huge waves circling in his heart.

Fang Cheng laughed a few times and said, "Okay, it seems like a breakthrough."

As soon as he spoke, he pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth and felt a tearing pain.

Old Man Lu was stunned for a while before slowly walking to Fang Cheng, looking at the apprentice up and down, and sighed: "The first genius in history has reached the professional level at the age of nineteen. It is unprecedented. It is estimated that no one will come later."

"kindness."

Fang Cheng nodded and continued to ask, "Master, I often hear the nickname Li Tianfeng on Hacksaw Mountain for more than a month. People say that he is the number one young warrior in China?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask this question that had been buried deep for a long time.

Shouldn’t the number one young warrior in China be the first?

Why did another suddenly appear?

Old Man Lu was standing beside the iron bed:

"Ahem, Li Tianfeng is just his nickname. His name is Lou Yu. He is the number one genius of the Ice Immortal Sect of the Martial Arts Sect and is also recognized as the first genius in the martial arts circle."

"Ice Immortal Sect? Warrior Circle?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder deeply, wherever he was, he had never heard of it.

Old Man Lu coughed and explained:

"The Martial Arts Sect is the mainstay of the Chinese martial arts world. There are about twenty sects of all sizes in the entire Chinese country. The Ice Immortal Sect is one of the four top sects. As for the martial arts circle, to put it bluntly, it is a registered warrior."

"Only the warriors who have fought here can be considered a member of the circle. Fighting represents life-and-death battle, and bloody battles. Martial arts represent their level of martial arts, and have reached the level of being a role model, a role model, and a real warrior."

"For example, your two senior brothers and the two unscrupulous registered disciples who are teachers are not from the circle. They are greedy for power and are afraid of life and death. Haha, you should take it as a warning."

Fang Cheng said oh, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise: "They are professional warriors, so they don't even participate in the battle?"

"Nipulda Island does not need such warriors who are greedy and fearless. They will only cause trouble when they come here. Even if they are professional-level warriors, they are not as good as professional-level warriors, who are in vain for humans and warriors."

Fang Cheng asked curiously: "How many warriors are there on the island of Nanibleda?"

Old Man Lu smiled: "There are about seven or eight thousand people. There are so many warriors who return home on vacation. Together, there are about nearly 16,000."

Fang Cheng exclaimed in surprise: "So many?"

Old Man Lu smiled bitterly: "How is this? This is almost half of all warriors in the world. Among the more than 1,000 warriors, less than two thousand have reached the professional level."

Two thousand people!?

Fang Cheng is so stupid, so many professional levels?

Old Man Lu was so surprised and speechless when he saw Fang Cheng: "Silly boy, the world's warriors gather here, and there are not many of them at nearly two thousand professional levels."

"There are about 3,000 professional-level warriors on the entire earth, and a small half of them are unwilling to come here. Although they don't know what's happening here,... the high mortality rate has made them not want to come. These people are basically in the early and middle stages of the profession level."

"They have a career, status, and power, and they have no desire to be enterprising and not afraid of life and death. Their courage has long been worn out in a society of rich and rich wine."

Fang Cheng let out a breath, barely pulled the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Since that's the case, why not force them to come, so that our pressure will be reduced a lot."

Old Man Lu shook his head, then sat on the edge of the bed and said:

"Compulsory conscription is also feasible, but the number of warriors now can barely resist the attack of the Buzhe enemy. As long as the defense cover is still there, no matter how many people there are, it will be useless."

Old man Lu sighed secretly.

No matter how he is a land immortal or a master of Dan Realm, he has no way to destroy the defense cover.

This is really a tragedy for human beings. They can only defend passively, wait for the attack of Buzhe enemy, and then wipe them out, and continue to wait for the next wave of attacks.

Fang Cheng nodded and said speechlessly: "Okay, the topic is too far... That Litian Fenglouyu, since he has long been professional-level strength, why don't he participate in the Chinese Youth Martial Arts Competition?"

He was a little surprised.

If Lou Yu participated in the competition, even he would have no resistance at all.

Only after breaking through to the profession level did he deeply feel the difference between professional warriors and professional warriors.

Whether it is sensory reaction, force speed, or magical internal force, it is not something professional-level can resist.

Moreover, professional warriors seem to have a mysterious sensing of the prophet before the autumn wind moves.

In the early morning, when fighting against the Buche enemy, even if you don’t hear the sound of the wind or the attack, you can clearly detect the deep malice that penetrates the hearts.

Wonderful, he seemed to be able to determine the source of the malice.

It’s like there’s an extra radar in the body, and this kind of human body mystery is simply incredible.

As for what kind of feather cannot be added or mosquitoes cannot fall, he seems to be able to barely do it, not only relying on the use of subtle muscle strength, but also mainly because of the existence of internal force.

The internal force is flowing, and the bones, blood, muscles, and skin can be controlled as you wish.

Although it is still only a shallow level, Fang Cheng has already noticed these incredible wonders.

Professional level warriors are simply not human.

Old Man Lu nodded, thought for a while, and said:

"I didn't mention this to you before because I was worried that your confidence and aura would be damaged. Since you have broken through the profession level now... A warrior from a sect, after systematic practice, can be said to have regarded martial arts practice as the meaning of life since he was a child."

"All warriors from sects have no interest in the Chinese Youth Competition. Only the Global Youth Martial Arts Competition can attract them."

"And the global youth martial arts competition is not only a competition between warriors, but also a game between countries. Even if warriors of sects are unwilling to participate, they must go and win glory for the country."

Fang Cheng's eyes showed a strange look: "The Buzhe enemy launched a large-scale invasion, what other global martial arts competition is going to be held?"

Old Man Lu sneered: "The internal struggle of human beings will never stop. Not to mention this kind of crisis, even if it is the end of the world and the earth is about to be destroyed, there is no way for everyone to be united. This is impossible."

Fang Cheng flattened his mouth, no comment.

Seeing this, Old Man Lu chuckled:

"But on Nibreda Island, here, the warriors have no borders and races. They only have one identity, that is, registered warriors, so there is no need to worry about internal fighting and mutual exploitation here."

"Yeah, that's true."

Fang Cheng sighed. When he first came here, he was frightened and uneasy. He had no one he knew. Looking around, he had all had strange faces.

But after staying for more than a month, he suddenly realized that no matter what conflicts or quarrels occurred, he would fight to the death and trust each other when he really fought.

Never let go of water or make small moves in battle.

It's like their team. The white men looked down on the black Damon the most, but when Damon was in danger, he still tried his best to save him without fear of death.

People who are usually very conflicted can trust each other back to back on the battlefield.

This is what shocked him the most and touched him the most.

Fang Cheng curled his lips and understood a little.

Only registered warriors are considered true martial artists. No wonder they don’t participate in the Chinese Youth Martial Arts Competition.

Compared with those six popular geniuses who win the championship, it is like a phoenix in the sky and a chicken and duck on the ground.

The gap is too big.

And the ring game is like playing house, with almost zero deaths.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng suddenly flashed a trace of doubt, frowned and reluctantly leaned on the iron frame at the head of the bed, covered it with a thin quilt, and looked at the master:
Chapter completed!