"It seems... you captains of ten are not very convinced of me?"
After a few words with Man Lei, Fang Yuan sneered when he saw the centurions gathered around him: "Forget it... you all can come together. As long as one of them can force me to take a step back, I will give up on the centurions." position."
"good!"
Among the barbarians, strength is the most important thing. Most of them are muscular men without brains. They immediately agreed with a roar.
While the Dharma Aspects were flying, several guys swooped directly towards them.
Tsk!
Fang Yuan stood on the spot, smiling lightly.
The ubiquitous sword energy suddenly erupted with him as the center, leaving traces of blood on these people.
"This is... the sword world?"
When Man Lei saw this scene, he couldn't help but murmured in shock: "No wonder he was admitted to the Holy Mountain in advance and became a core disciple... This Fang Yuan is average among the tribes. I didn't expect that after going to Man Palace, he would be completely transformed."
"How is it? Is it acceptable?"
After the sword energy passed, Fang Yuan stood proudly, looking at the fallen bloody men, and asked with a slight smile.
He kept his hand secretly. These people looked at the horrific injuries, but in fact, they were just flesh wounds.
"Greetings to the Centurion!"
Although the barbarians were lacking in strength, they were all willing to accept defeat and knelt down one after another.
"That's all, I'll appoint Man Lei as my deputy first. In addition to me, you also have to listen to his words. Do you understand?"
Fang Yuan was unceremoniously nepotistic.
"As you command!"
Several captains of ten men responded immediately.
…
In the blink of an eye, January passed.
On the grassland, Fang Yuan led his team and slowly walked out of the camp gate.
"It turns out that the battle between cultivators in this world follows this pattern!"
Fang Yuan held a straw in his mouth, looked into the distance, and murmured.
First of all, the main force of the opponent's attack this time is obviously Kunyun Sect, and it can only be regarded as a small part of the cultivation world.
After all, the outside world is vast, and there are many cultivation sects, and their hatred for each other may be even greater than for the barbarians!
"Then it's time to fight. Because both sides have immortals stationed there and have set up terrifying formations in the camp, attacking the camp rashly is definitely asking for trouble!"
"The most important thing at this time is for us to form a team of a hundred or even ten people to wander around the areas divided by the two sides to lure the enemy, and then fight in a brutal war of attrition!"
"When one party is exhausted to the point that it can no longer support it, the only two options are to start a head-on battle or to take the initiative to escape."
…
Fortunately, in such small-scale contact battles involving ten or a hundred people, not only did the immortals not take action, but even the deified realm rarely appeared.
With their extraordinary strength and a little bit of luck, the team led by Fang Yuan naturally did not encounter any huge dangers.
The men and horses in the nearby barracks were reduced by 20 to 30%, and they only suffered one or two injuries, again due to bad luck.
Since then, Fang Yuan's reputation has gradually spread, and other centurions also know that there is a core disciple of the Holy Mountain who only has the Dharma Realm. Although his cultivation is not good, he is very lucky. He leads his men in battles and is victorious in every battle. The casualty rate is extremely low.
In this era, those who can save the lives of their subordinates will naturally gain support.
Fang Yuan's prestige was established unconsciously in such a small team.
Even the barbarian warriors in other camps were envious of his outstanding military exploits and very few casualties, and wanted to join him with envy.
Naturally, Fang Yuan would not forget his roots, and asked Man Lei to find some people from the Fei Man Tribe, and began to take them over and take care of them.
…
"If the immortals and the powerful ones in the deified realm don't take action, we soldiers will have to consume each other on the battlefield!"
This time, Fang Yuan went out again with his ten captains.
Although this kind of war-torn environment was a hindrance to his cultivation, it was not without its benefits. At least, with his military exploits, he was able to redeem all the magical powers he had always wanted to redeem.
As for the next step in the Hundred Refining Body Training Technique? It was something that even the immortals cherished very much. After hearing what Jin Yuan said, Fang Yuan rolled his eyes and gave up any hope of attaining the sixth star of the nine-star continuum secret technique in the near future.
"Let's go!"
He led ten captains of ten men and suddenly disappeared on the grassland.
Surrounding the two camps of barbarians and immortals are the battlefields where many small teams are fighting.
"We have entered a dangerous area, please take cover!"
Fang Yuan gave a warning, and his spiritual consciousness slowly spread out, radiating for ten miles around.
This is far beyond the scope of Dharma Xiang's spiritual exploration, and it is also the basis for his confidence in leading the team to survive.
After all, his spiritual consciousness at this time is definitely at the level of Yuan Dan. Once he encounters danger and activates the secret technique, he can reach the level of deification. With such ability, it is naturally easy to escape the pursuit of Yuan Dan.
"This kind of war of attrition actually involves spiritual detection and concealment capabilities..."
Fang Yuan had some realization in his mind: "Is it the same as the war between radar and stealth fighters in the previous life? It's like a spear and a shield. Both sides need to continuously improve and eliminate each other..."
Of course, the battle between cultivators is more terrifying and terrifying than this.
"We have already crossed the center line..."
After walking some distance, a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth, and he used the secret technique of Nine Stars Lianzhu.
In an instant, his spiritual consciousness expanded infinitely, reaching dozens of miles away.
During the scan, many auras emerged one by one.
"Fifty miles to the southeast! There is a Yuandan team, which should be an elite team led by a barbarian captain!"
"Thirty-five miles north! Found traces of cultivators! The other party has begun to flee in the opposite direction quickly!"
"There is a battle wave in the west...forty-four miles away!"
…
A lot of information came together, and he kept summarizing it: "Let's go to the west, where two teams happened to encounter each other!"
"Yes... Haha, they certainly can't imagine that Tou's innate consciousness is so powerful..."
Man Lei and the other ten captains all laughed.
With Fang Yuan exploring for them, the whole battle process... was just like cheating.
"How strong is the enemy?"
After the group of people had traveled dozens of miles, Man Lei asked carefully.
"There are four Yuan Dan in total, and dozens of Dharma signs. The configuration is similar to ours..."
Those ordinary Plunder Realm soldiers are not even considered cannon fodder on this elite stage. Instead, they don't have to be in such a life-and-death situation every day. They only need to work hard in practicing formations in the camp.
Fang Yuan felt it and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It seems... there are still a few familiar scents! Let's go!"
The group of them accelerated on their way, and not long after, even Man Lei felt the violent fluctuations of the vitality of the world in front of them.
"Yan Luo! You can't run away this time. We three brothers personally took action and hunted you down. You should feel honored!"
Opposite, three golden elixir monks were flying with swords, giving orders in mid-air.
Below, Yan Luo's hair was sputtering, blood was bleeding from his chest, and he was still roaring wildly: "Foreigners... die to me!!!"
Behind him, a flame dharma image appeared instantly, spitting flames in all directions.
"Ice Feng!"
When the eldest brother among the three saw this, he quickly held the magic formula in his hand and pointed solemnly.
Strands of ice appeared out of thin air, consuming the power of the flames.
"Killing a core disciple of the Holy Mountain, how much military merit is that?"
The eyes of the three Jindan brothers turned red, and they released flying swords: "Three talents are trapped in the immortal formation, kill!"
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, Yan Luo couldn't help but feel a little desperate.
The overwhelming sword energy fell, and his subordinates suffered heavy casualties.
Among them, a female warrior wearing leather armor shouted loudly: "Centurion, don't be afraid!"
Her totem was a jade rabbit, which was exuding an astonishing cold energy. She stepped forward and swallowed up the ice wall piece by piece.
"Hmph, you're just a foundation builder, but you dare to interfere in the golden elixir matter, you're looking for death!"
When one of the sword-controlling monks saw this, blood flashed in his eyes, and a flying sword light fell.
In the outside world, it doesn't take much effort for monks in the Golden Core stage to kill the Foundation Stage. Among the barbarians, the gap between the Yuan Dan stage and the Dharma phase stage is basically the same as heaven and earth.
They casually struck, and it would be extremely difficult for someone with a lower level of cultivation to resist.
At this time, the female warrior fought fiercely with the sword light, and the sword flew out of her hand. Her whole body shook as if she wanted to vomit blood.
"Our team is probably doomed!"
When Yan Luo saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "All ten captains, break out immediately! Don't worry about me, everyone can escape one by one!"
"Centurion?!"
The female warrior was shocked, while the other ten captains ran away without looking back.
Even if they are warlike and bloodthirsty barbarians, they will not deliberately die when there is absolutely no hope.
"Ahem..."
However, Yan Luo only joined the Holy Mountain a little earlier than Fang Yuan, and was considered to be at the bottom of the Yuan Dan Realm of the Holy Mountain. He was besieged by three Jindan Daoists, and was suddenly paralyzed. He was hit by a sword in the chest and vomited blood.
"Could it be that... you really want to die here?"
Just when Yan Luo felt desperate, a voice came: "Brother Yan Luo, don't panic!"
"Is it Junior Brother Fang Yuan?!"
Yan Luo had some hope, but also smiled bitterly.
If it were any other centurion, they would all be in the Yuan Dan realm. If they join forces with him and rely on their totem advantage, they might be able to outdo the three golden elixirs on the other side.
But this little junior brother? Although he is extremely talented, he is not Yuan Dan after all!
"Formation!"
The two waves of men and horses approached quickly, Man Lei shouted loudly, and many captains of ten suddenly approached, their vitality connected, and the fluctuations were astonishing.
"kill!"
At the same time, Fang Yuan also drew his sword from a distance.
call out!
A sword light seven to eight feet long stretched across the void.
With his cultivation at the peak of the Dharma Realm at this time, combined with his understanding of the laws of the sword world, even if he does not use the secret method of Nine Stars Continuous Beads, the magical power of his sword energy is enough to frighten Master Jindan!
"The formation of ten people is comparable to the golden elixir, and there is also this barbarian Dharma..."
A Jindan Daoist resisted the force of the sword, took a dozen steps back, and his face turned red: "Let's go!"
"Man Yue, are you okay?"
Fang Yuan slowly landed, looked at the female warrior, and asked with a smile.
Man Yue raised her head, but her expression was quite complicated.