After a few more days, Wang Changsheng woke up from the state of meditation, the combat strength of the legion from the Middle Realm was really not covered, and the coalition army on the opposite side was the coalition army of the Eighteen Families, these coalition forces were mixed with the Free Army, and they were defeated and retreated by the Middle Realm Legion, and they were almost defeated.

This shock to many immortals is very great, the legion soldiers from the southern realm are full of food, and the magic weapon in their hands is obviously more than one grade better than the magic weapon of the northern legion, and under the fusion of combat power, the power is extremely great, and the free army on the other side is not a general at all.

These free troops suffered heavy losses in the siege of the city, and more than half of them withered under the giant city, and their bones were gone.

Wang Changsheng was also greatly impacted, from the analysis of clues from all aspects, the most elite legions in the middle realm are all arranged in the junction of the western realm and the junction of the eastern realm, excluding the Praetorian Guard, there is no first-line legion at all, these original second-line legions in the southern realm can burst out with this kind of combat effectiveness, which shocked the jaws of many people.

It also made Wang Changsheng start to reflect, the Wang family's cultivation of the legion can be said to have made a bloody investment, and they don't want to spend their lives on resources and money, but the combat effectiveness of the legion is a little higher than that of the second-tier legions in the southern realm, and compared with the legion of the main station of others, it is even more different.

Wang Changsheng and the secret patriarch sat opposite each other, neither of them spoke, Wang Changsheng made a pot of tea for the patriarch and said, "Elder Mi, taste our family's treasured Piaoxian tea, I can't get much of this thing in a year as a patriarch." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Changsheng's words fell, a strong aroma came to his nose, and after smelling it, it made people feel fluttering, as if he had forgotten all his troubles, and his whole body was smooth, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Mi Lao took the tea and said: "I have tasted a lot of tea over the years, and it is the first time that a fragrant tea like Patriarch Wang has been made, so you are welcome!"

After that, he picked up the teacup without a trace, drank it all, and smashed it in his mouth regardless of the image, as if he wanted to taste the taste of the tea.

"Good tea, good tea, this tea is not new tea, but like old tea, although it is old tea, but it tastes like new tea, there are fragments of time between the old and the new, if the realm is not high people drink, you can definitely cut the hair and wash the marrow, and then go to the next level, the old man is here to thank the royal patriarch for his hospitality. ”

Mi Wuxian is also a person who is good tea, and after taking a sip, he revealed the mystery, Wang Changsheng smiled, pointed with his hand, and said: "What is this, if you like it, Wang Mou will cut your love, and you will take away two catties when you leave, and you should make a friend." ”

Silent without a trace, he said after a while: "Patriarch Wang invited me to come definitely not as simple as drinking tea, if there is anything, Patriarch Wang still said it directly, I am old, I don't want to go around the corner, it is good to get straight to the topic." ”

"Hahaha. Wang Changsheng laughed, stared at Mi Wu, quickly put away his gaze, and then said: "Mi Lao, happy people say happy words, you have also seen the combat effectiveness of the Southern Barbarian Legion these days, do you estimate how many people we need to eat a legion in the Southern Boundary under the same conditions?"

Mi Lao didn't expect this to be this problem, he was stunned for a moment, but he was quickly relieved, and after thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "The southerners are not good at bitter cold places, and it is necessary to discount a little bit to fight here, Rao is so, the combat effectiveness of these legions should not be underestimated, if you think of eating such a legion, you can't do it at all without sending three Flame Legions, and this is still the most conservative estimate!"

Wang Changsheng sighed and said: "Yes, Mi Lao, the art of war is cloudy, ten rules surround it, and double it is battle, we often look down on the monks of the southern realm, and feel that the smell of the same thing on their bodies is too strong, but now that we look at it, people are also fierce, and it takes three times the number to exterminate these southern barbarians, doesn't it mean that the northern realm is helpless against these ten legions?"

"This~" Mi Wuxian reacted a little slowly, but now he also kept up with Wang Changsheng's rhythm, he was shocked, his brows furrowed, his little finger kept trembling, showing his nervousness, and said: "If we really want to turn our faces with the Middle Realm, it is not impossible to eat these ten legions, as long as everyone works together, there are not many ten legions." ”

"Mi Lao, you are not honest, they all say that people become old and fine, I think this sentence is right. ”

"Patriarch Wang, why do you say this? Could it be that there is nothing too much about what the old man said?"

Wang Changsheng pointed to the outside and said, "Where can the Northern Realm be united? If we don't need to resist the Divine Domain here, the Northern Realm has always been independent, a plate of scattered sand, we can't eat these ten legions, and who said that there are ten legions?"

Puzzled, he asked, "Isn't it ten legions?" Yes, these days are a bit of a drain, and these southern barbarians are no longer enough for ten full legions. ”

Wang Changsheng waved, and scenes appeared in front of Mi Wuji, at first Mi Wuxian was very calm, but after a while, cold sweat broke out on Mi Wu's forehead, and he trembled all over, and only after a while did he say: "How dare these people do this, aren't they afraid of damaging Daoji?"

"Mi Lao can see it? This is the configuration of fifteen legions, counting the first two legions, it is seventeen legions, it can be said that this is the Yang conspiracy of the emperor capital, we all thought that the middle realm was forced to send troops, and I don't know how many small calculations in my heart, but I relaxed my vigilance, and now it is causing a big trouble!"

In fact, it can't be said that the northern realm powers are not vigilant, it can only be said that this group of people in the middle realm is too yin, ruthless to the enemy, and ruthless to their own people, the ten legions are not wrong, and the number of people is not wrong, but the difference is in the magic weapons they carry, and these magic weapons have moved their hands and feet.

This was also discovered by Wang Changsheng by accident, because normally a legion is a monk with boiling blood, how could there be ghosts in the barracks?

After discovering the ghost qi in the barracks by chance, Wang Changsheng became alert, and after many days of investigation, he discovered the abacus of these people in the middle realm.

The Northern Realm has always believed that the monks of the Southern Realm are good at using ghost and supernatural powers, and their actual combat effectiveness is not strong, so when people walk under their noses with soul flags, everyone is surprised and disapproves.

But who would have thought that the remaining seven legions turned out to be the entire legion of ghost cultivators, and they were born out of their souls, sacrificed by ghost masters, and then their bodies were hidden in the Qiankun bag and brought in with a swagger.

This practice is so crazy and terrifying, how can ordinary people think of it, and how dare they do it?