"At your current age, you probably can't understand how far Z level has reached."
Lao Li said with a smile, "But you just need to remember that if you can meet a Z-level being, it will be your lifelong glory. Whether it is a Z-level hunter or a hunter, even if you are killed, it is still yours."
Glory, there are only a handful of Z-levels in this world. Not everyone has the luck to meet them, and not everyone has the luck to be killed by them. One of the best destinations for a hunter is to be hunted by Z-levels.
He was hunted and killed. Haha.”
"It's not that hard to come across."
Zhao Gangjun thought that if his father was really the number one in the world's god list, then he had grown up around Z-level masters from childhood to adulthood. According to Lao Li, wouldn't he be able to die in peace?
?
wrong!
Zhao Gangjun suddenly thought of something. As soon as he thought of this thing, Zhao Gangjun suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back.
My father had a fight with the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation.
Although my father won, he was also injured.
To put it simply, the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation is not much different from his father. So if his father is Z-level, wouldn’t the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation also be Z-level?
And Bai Yan is the son of the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation!
Damn!
Zhao Gangjun suddenly felt that he was in a bit of trouble.
However... when he thought that the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation could not defeat his own father, Zhao Gangjun felt mentally balanced. In the era of fighting for his father, his own father's awesomeness really made people feel safe.
"Are you scared?"
Lao Li saw Zhao Gangjun's expression changing over there, and said with a smile, "When I first heard about the existence of Z-level people, I was scared, but these are high-level intelligence, low-level intelligence
There is no point in knowing it, because they can't understand that level. Fang, you are eighteen years old this year. If you can break into the SSS level at the age of twenty-eight, then maybe you will have a one in ten thousand chance to become that level.
Unknowable Z-level!”
"Is the tenth level of ancient martial arts similar to level Z?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Tenth level of ancient martial arts?"
Lao Li frowned, thought for a while and then said, "I once saw a person who was in the eighth level of ancient martial arts take action. He probably had SS-level combat effectiveness. If calculated according to this, it should be about the same. However, ancient martial arts is mysterious and unpredictable.
, and many hunters are masters of ancient martial arts, so it is difficult to distinguish between the two levels. However, it is said that only the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation has reached the tenth level of ancient martial arts. He is also a legendary figure, and I think he should be.
It’s not much different from Z-level.”
"I see."
Zhao Gangjun nodded and said, "Brother Li, do you have a detailed map of the Hunter School?"
"No detailed map."
Lao Li shook his head and said, "We only have a map of the general area, because many of their buildings are hidden in the mountains or caves, so it is difficult for us to figure out what the layout of their entire school is."
"Then give me a map of the general area."
Zhao Gangjun said, "Also, do you have any information about the teachers in the Hunter School?"
"The information is incomplete, but I can give it to you if you want it," Lao Li said.
"Then I'll trouble Brother Li."
Not long after, Lao Li brought some paper documents over.
"These are the things I have collected in the Tibetan area over the years. Although I don't know what your mission is, you are an 18-year-old S-class hunter after all, so what I want to tell you is that hunter-killer
The school is far more dangerous than you think. It is particularly dangerous. The people inside have a very sensitive sense of smell. They can tell whether you are a hunter through some of your instinctive movements. In order to obtain information about the hunter school, our school has already
No less than 100 professional hunters have died, so I hope you can be careful in everything, be careful and be careful again!"
Lao Li said with a serious face.
"I will."
Zhao Gangjun nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Li. When I come back, we will definitely have a good chat."
"Um!"
Zhao Gangjun walked directly from the backyard. As for the noodles he ordered, he no longer knew where they were.
Zhao Gangjun left from the backyard with a big hat on his head. Zhao Gangjun lowered his head, almost covering his entire face.
Zhao Gangjun stayed in Lhasa for one night. Early the next morning, Zhao Gangjun left Lhasa and headed for Yanghu Lake.
Yanghu Lake is about 100 kilometers away from Lhasa and is known as one of the three holy lakes.
Zhao Gangjun did not take a car. He walked towards Yanghu Lake. In just over an hour, he appeared at the foot of the rolling mountains. At this time, a mask appeared on Zhao Gangjun's face.
It was a gray grimace.
According to the information given by the hunter school, this ghost face is a C-level hunter, bloodthirsty, and has a sinister personality. He is quite famous in the hunter circle. As for why this ghost face has a hunter certificate
On Zhao Gangjun's side, Zhao Gangjun doesn't know where the real ghost face is.
The feeling of wearing a mask made Zhao Gangjun feel a little strange, but it only took a short time for Zhao Gangjun to adapt to the mask and his identity.
Walking towards the mountains alone.
The scorching sun rises high into the sky, and Zhao Gangjun's figure stretches very long in the mountains.
It was desolate, without a trace of human habitation.
Zhao Gangjun walked like this.
After walking for who knows how long, a majestic snow-capped mountain stood in front of Zhao Gangjun.
The cold wind hit him. Zhao Gangjun was only wearing a simple robe and did not feel how cold it was because Zhao Gangjun had been naked in colder places than this.
That is specialized cold resistance training.
The wind got stronger and stronger, and when Zhao Gangjun climbed halfway up the mountain, it started to snow.
The wind and snow were blowing so hard that Zhao Gangjun could hardly see the road ahead.
Climbing to an altitude of nearly 6,000 meters, several people appeared in front of Zhao Gangjun.
Some of those people were wearing cotton-padded jackets and some were wearing big hats. They didn't look like ordinary people.
"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of the earth."
One of them looked at Zhao Gangjun and said.
“Chicken stewed with mushrooms.”
Zhao Gangjun's voice was very low and cold, completely different from the voice he spoke in before.
"Certificate."
Someone said.
Zhao Gangjun threw the ID card issued by the school at the other party.
The other party took out a scanning machine and scanned the document.
"Welcome back, Grimace."
After checking the hunter's license, the other party threw the certificate over again, and then without talking to Zhao Gangjun, several people walked to the side and disappeared in the snow in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Gangjun walked forward again.
After walking for who knows how long, I finally climbed over this mountain.
In front of him is a mountain col.
In the middle of the col, there are several thatched houses, with a bonfire lit in the center of the thatched houses.