On the cottage near Wanling City, three hundred men dressed in black and heavy armor were silent.

Each of these men carried a stone the size of three people on their backs, and they ran purely in the flesh on the hills, large and small.

Mo Xiaoqi sat on the rock, supporting his chin with both hands, and he could see his spirit.

He had an accident at home, and his father and mother died, so he came into the village.

There are many people to eat, and these people have a big appetite, so the little food stored in the cottage will be eaten clean in a few days.

In the past few days, the rice and noodles have been bought back by these fierce men, and there is a thin Uncle Liu in the village, who was a good farmer in ten miles and eight townships.

Touching a handful of rice, he shook his hand and was so shocked that he almost knocked his chin to the ground, and stammered to explain that this rice was only available in his hometown, because the water quality was better, and the rice grains were clear, which could be counted in a hundred miles.

But his hometown is a long, long way away.

Even if you walk from the flat road of the official road, there are a hundred miles of land, and you can only walk back after walking for a small day without sleep, these big men carry hundreds of pounds of heavy boulders, wear armor, and rush away from the mountain road, and they can return in only two hours.

He grew up in the mountains, so he knew how tiring it was to go up and down the mountain road, not to mention that he was still carrying such heavy restraints, and he saw from a distance in the cottage that even when these big men were just running, their movements were almost carved out of a mold.

Secretly, the people in the cottage gave these tall warriors a name, called Fierce Tiger, isn't it just like Fierce Tiger?

As for the leader of the Tigers.

His gaze was a little distracted, looking at the figure at the front of the crowd.

There is nothing else in this mountain, that is, there are many mountains and woods, if the other warriors are carrying boulders, then in his eyes, the green shirt is almost a small mountain.

At least thousands of catties, or even more weight, no matter how much, no matter how much, Mo Xiaoqi didn't dare to think about it anymore, he only dared to stick out his tongue, and shouted in his heart, it looked like Sven, but is this still a human?

Returning to the cottage, Wang Anfeng threw the boulder behind him on the ground with a loud bang.

Shen Jing said:

"Draw your sword."

Immediately pulled out the long knife on his waist, the three hundred Shenwu Mansion behind him were neatly aligned, pulled out the long knife, and immediately snapped, neatly aligned, took a step forward, his arm was forced, and the unsheathed horizontal knife slashed out from the bottom up.

The speed is so fast, under the sun, you can only see 300 full moon-like streams.

The chill was chilling.

Mo Xiaoqi only felt a chill all over his body.

Horizontal slashing, oblique teasing, slamming vertical splitting.

Three hundred cold rays danced on the flat ground slashed by the giant sword, this was the bloody battle knife technique found in the Shaolin Temple, which was stronger than the sword technique used by the Shenwu Mansion to lay the foundation for the corporals back then.

The formation practiced was provided by Mr. Win.

And Wang Anfeng didn't know until now that Mr. Win had never been idle at all when he was in seclusion and cultivating, and he had already begun to prepare for the three hundred Shenwu Mansion Iron Horses.

It is said that the original name was Qingtao Ride.

Gongsun Jing was ordered to screen out the men and horses, and then ordered these three hundred people to complete the so-called 'tasks', catch and fight each other, and put them together in more than three years of fragmentary time, which is these three hundred elite iron horses.

When he left the mountain, these three hundred people were ordered to go out, and in the absence of a main general, they joined forces to fight with a middle and third-grade martial artist, and he left Xidingzhou City and went to Fufeng before returning.

The internal strength of each person's cultivation is provided by Mr. Win, and the power of each other's formation is stronger by three points, and the cultivation is to step into the nine grades, and after cultivating the internal force, every five people are in a team, and they can be regarded as practicing a cottage.

Almost all the cottages in Fufeng have been broken, and they have not even let go of the surrounding two counties, but they don't know that because of this, they have almost no extra income and a deficit every year.

Three hundred men and horses, each of whom had ten lives under his command at this time.

The bow and horse are also skilled, and the bow and arrow do not practice the skills of Confucian scholars such as Lianya Feixing, but only emphasize opening a hard bow and shooting fierce arrows.

On that day, three hundred flying horsemen controlled the strings, arrows fell like rain, and the three hundred horses tilted thousands of arrows in an instant, and the momentum was magnificent, as if the Kunlun avalanche of the Tianshan Mountains.

The steel arrows of the cross flying star type, specializing in breaking the inner family gangqi, more than 200 eight-rank martial artists, more than 50 seven-grade martial artists, the qi and the machine are colluded, and they shoot out with all their might, and the momentum of thousands of flying locusts is that even if it is a martial artist of the middle and third grades, it will be seriously injured.

Not to mention that Gongsun Jing himself is almost about to step into the fifth grade.

Under the strangulation of the military array, Gongsun Jing took these three hundred elites, and he was fully capable of fighting with the masters of the fourth grade without injury, and at a certain price, he killed the first-class master of the rivers and lakes, who was almost the strength of the elders of the Gate Sect.

This is the horror of the elite forces in the army, which can rely on the formation of soldiers to condense the evil spirit of an army, so as to make a move, which is enough to fight with the weak and strong, and the rare masters in the rivers and lakes.

In the last battle of the Seven Kingdoms War that year, the noble Grand Master fell under the siege of the elite iron cavalry of the Eighteenth Route of Great Qin.

At that time, the grandmaster was a general, and the soldiers under his command were all warriors who had cultivated their internal qi, and they were enough to become captains in ordinary counties, but they were just inconspicuous pawns here.

The battle was dark, Daqin killed a full 2,300 stubborn soldiers, the injured were countless, and the generals were even more damaged, but after all, the great master who was equivalent to an immortal in the eyes of the martial artist was cut off the horse.

Thirty generals served as the eyes of the formation.

The fierce array of soldiers 'Taibai Po Army Array' was so angry that they galloped like a dragon, trampling the first life of the Yasukuni rivers and lakes into flesh and mud, throwing down a fire, how powerful they were in life, and returning to dust after death.

Hong Luoyu stood at the top, looking down below.

Next to him, at some point, a green-shirted scribe with a grim expression appeared, standing with his hands in his hands, a pair of sword eyebrows slightly frowned, and his face was cold, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the evolution of the mighty military array below.

Hong Luoyu said casually:

"What's the matter, you are still not satisfied? The little madman practices with these Qingtao riders every day, although I don't know the formation, I also know that only in this way can I give full play to the maximum effect of the formation. ”

"I see that your formation is not bad, which one is it?"

The green-shirted scribe snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to answer, and then said lightly:

"Entering the formation."

Hong Luoyu smiled and said:

"Yo, I know this, the reputation of the Lanling King was invincible in the army back then, and it was to create this formation song, which is a famous song and a military formation, but it's a pity, it is said that the Lanling King is handsome, like an immortal, and he needs to wear a bronze ghost face to enter the formation every time, so as not to mess up the formation."

"Although the little madman doesn't look bad, it's far from that, and this song is always a little less tasteful."

"Hey, surnamed Win, you said that Lanling King, is he worried that he is too good-looking and messes up his own army's morale, or is he worried about the army general on the opposite side or something, seeing him attack like spring?"

The green-shirted scribe glanced at him coldly.

Hong Luoyu subconsciously took a step back, waved his hand and said with a dry smile:

"I mean, crazy, crazy......"

The green-shirted scribe retracted his gaze and said indifferently:

"I don't know."

"Then I'll ask you who knows."

Hongluo Yu waved his hand, then pointed to the three hundred people below, and said:

"The spirit of Lao Tzu's legs and hands, did you get the elixir of these boys? Otherwise, in the broken place where the birds don't in the giant whale gang, you can sneak out of 300 people with more than eight grades of cultivation with a single hand, what about the fool?! ”

The Tsing Yi scribe wrote lightly:

"Not stupid."

A burst of anger suddenly rushed to Hong Luoyu's head, Hong Luoyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to raise his hand and poke a finger on the head of the man in front of him to poke this person to death, gritted his teeth and said:

"You, didn't you say that there is no spiritual rhyme?!"

Mr. Win added lightly:

"It's that there's no 'superfluous' charm."

"You ......"

The corners of Hongluoyu's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the clothes on the green-shirted scribe, which were high-grade dark satin, which looked extraordinary, and gritted his teeth and said:

"What about this?"

The green-shirted scribe glanced at him, sneered, and stopped responding.

The white-haired Taoist priest next to him who was in a semi-illusory state smiled and added:

"Most of the people in the world judge people by their appearance, and they are the leaders, and the clothes that match their identity are also necessary, and it is normal to use more spiritual charm."

"You...... You, you ......"

Hongluoyu was full of grief and indignation, melancholy, gritted his teeth and rose directly into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Gu Daoren, who was born in Wudang Mountain and thought that he was only one step away from being the palace master of Wudang Zixiao Palace, watched Hongluoyu disappear, retracted his gaze and looked at the green-shirted scribe, and said sincerely:

"You don't always bully Luo Yu, it's not good ......"

The scribe didn't bother to look at him, just looked at the military formation drilled below.

This formation has ended the so-called Tianwen fragment, with Wang Anfeng as the coach to make adjustments, at this time, after several days of practice, the fluctuation of the three hundred popularity machine has gradually been consistent with Wang Anfeng.

If a master who has achieved martial arts cultivation is a hundred miles away, he can only faintly perceive the existence of a person's qi.

After a few days of familiarization, you can hide the last few fluctuations, and when it comes to wartime, you don't need to run in, you can use a knife and leap on a horse.

After several knife drills before it ended, Wang Anfeng stuck the knife in his hand upside down on the ground, as it has been in the past few days, and said lightly:

"Put away the knife."

The movements of the three hundred people behind him were neat and uniform, almost like one person.

Wang Anfeng saw Gong Yu, who was dressed in white and carrying a sword, standing not far away, his expression was as light as jade as before, but he seemed to be waiting for himself, and said very skillfully at the moment:

"Work in pairs and practice on your own for an hour."

Three hundred people clasped their fists in unison.

"No!"

Wang Anfeng then walked in the direction of Gong Yu.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Three thousand words