Sixteen Terran Qi Refining Cultivators rushed towards Han Muye in front of and behind them, leaving eight with swords on guard.

This momentary cooperation is at least ten years of tempering.

In the end, it is the Terran, and only the Terran can have such an exquisite formation.

In the Great Wilderness, there are very few races that can cooperate with each other like the human race, and use the power of the formation to increase their combat power.

The more powerful the race, the more obsessed they are with their own power and not good at cooperating.

The Terran bloodline is the weakest, but it is the most able to borrow.

Each of the sixteen Terran Qi Refiners who came today had a fourth-level Yuan Spiritual Cultivation.

Behind them, various primordial spirit phantoms appeared, and each of them showed different power attributes.

The eight Qi Refiners who besieged and killed Han Muye each had their own characteristics, inconsistent, but they cooperated tacitly.

The eight Qi Refiners on guard outside had smiles on their faces.

They don't know how many times they have completed this kind of siege mission.

With this kind of formation, it is easy to strangle the powerhouses of the various races of the Yuan Ling Sixfold.

The young man in front of him is absolutely unstoppable.

Wait for it to be killed, and the golden black pattern will be extended, which is another meritorious achievement.

Today they have come to destroy the Golden Crow tribe in this land.

In front of Han Muye, the speed of the eight knives and guns was different, but there was some kind of implication between the movements, blocking all his ways to move forward and retreat.

This blow also made Han Muye completely sure that the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty was established by Wanhua Immortal Venerable.

This kind of combined battle formation technique cannot be spread in the era of the Great Wilderness.

Seeing through the battle array, he no longer left his hand, with a sinister aura on his face, and a golden divine light flashed in his eyes.

Golden!

"He has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, be careful!" The leading man snorted, and the long knife in his hand was one point faster.

It's just that the long knife cracked, but it was resisted by the black long sword in Han Muye's hand.

The long sword pressed against the hilt, a diagonal pull.

"Thorn-"

Brushing the long hilt, the blade of the sword let out a piercing screech, pulling out long sparks.

The black-clothed man's face changed, and it was too late to change his moves, so he could only step back and let go of the long knife in his hand.

At this moment, Han Muye in front of him stepped forward, and as he retreated, he rushed through the encirclement, leaving the other seven Qi Refiners' sword and gun positions empty.

With one blow, break their siege and killing array!

"Be careful!"

Someone on the periphery shouted and rushed over, and the remaining eight Qi Refiners had already noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward.

It's just that the long sword in Han Muye's hand was raised, and the person followed the sword.

You don't need to use a lot of swordsmanship.

It is like a butterfly wearing flowers, the sword light is dark, and every time it shines, it brings out a puddle of blood.

"When—"

After the long sword pierced the bodies of the three Qi Refiners, it was tightly held by a large man with iron armor in his hand.

"Kill!"

The big man gritted his teeth and roared.

The rest of the Qi Refiners rushed forward.

But the big man watched in horror as Han Muye let go of the hilt of his sword.

"Cangchang—"

Yuansheng's sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword in his left hand slashed with a scream that tore through the void.

The big man's neck was slit.

Blood splattered.

Gently withdrawing the long sword, Han Muye turned around, and the person disappeared in place.

"Thorn-"

With a sword, another Qi Refiner fell to the ground.

"Fire!" A black-robed qi refiner who took a few steps back raised his hand, and a golden divine pattern shone in his palm, turning into a three-foot fire snake and twisting towards Han Muye.

Fire?

Han Muye held the long sword in his hand, and the power of the Yuan Spirit flashed.

The purple spirit appeared, and the power of the spirit came out of the blade, shattering the fire snake, and then slamming into the chest of the terrified qi refiner, shattering it.

"The eighth layer of Yuan Ling!"

The rest of the people turned pale.

"Run, summons to the captain!" The big man who was forced to drop the long knife by Han Muye's sword let out a low shout, and the four-layer Yuan Ling yellow long snake behind him was illusory, turning into a five-zhang surging trace, and hit Han Muye's head head.

Self-shattering Yuan Ling, a blow to the death.

With such a blow, Yuan Ling Liuzhong should also be careful.

It's a pity that Han Muye is not the sixth level of the Yuan Spirit.

The long sword in his hand stabbed forward, and the short sword in his left hand opened easily.

A golden True Spirit Divine Pattern shone on the long sword, and the sword light turned into a meteor and flew out, and in a flash, it pierced the bodies of those fleeing Terran Qi Refiners, and the Yuan Spirit was shattered.

By the time the flying sword fell back into Han Muye's hand, there was no one standing around.

This made the big man who shattered the Yuan Spirit stunned.

"Ahh

With a wild roar, the big man pounced towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, and the blood light burst out together with the roar generated by the shattering of the Yuan Spirit.

The sword light dissipated, and the sixteen Qi Refiners who came to hunt the Golden Crow Clan were all killed.

"Young Patriarch!"

"Young Patriarch!"

Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe, who were shocked by the battle, rushed over, and they were a little stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

It was Han Dingyi who looked much calmer later.

They had already quietly pledged their allegiance to Han Muye, and Han Muye showed some more means in front of them.

See you at this point, and not so shocked.

"Terran." His eyes fell on those Qi Refiners, and Han Chaohu's face turned cold.

Everyone investigated, but they didn't get much information, but they could probably confirm that these were the hunters of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty who were rounding up the Golden Crow Clan.

In any case, the Golden Crow Clan belongs to one of the Ten Thousand Races of the Great Wilderness, and it is still a glorious ethnic group among the major races, unless it is the place where the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty directly rules, and in other places, this kind of thing is still forbidden to besiege and kill the Golden Crow Clan.

Most of the attitudes of the various ethnic groups towards encountering these hunters are to refuse to cooperate, or even to take direct action.

Of course, it is not for nothing that they secretly cooperate.

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long knife of the leading man fell into his hand.

The long knife is made of gold and iron, and the material is not particularly good, but the craftsmanship is much stronger than the spear made by the Qingzhang clan.

However, this long knife does not have a true spirit pattern, because the grade is not enough, and it cannot carry the power of the god pattern.

The surging power of the Yuan Spirit penetrated into the long knife, and one after another pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The place where the long knife was forged was indeed in the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

Distributed to hunters everywhere.

Hunters everywhere exchanged the exploits of hunting the Golden Crow in exchange for various cultivation resources.

Among them, those who have made outstanding contributions can also directly enter the Immortal Dynasty army as officials.

"Tiger Leaping Ridge, Chang Yao Dao people." Han Muye whispered in his mouth, dispersing the power of the Yuan Spirit.

When he went to Tiger Leaping Ridge, he would go to see the Chang Yao Daoist, the captain of this group of hunters.

By the way, who gave Chang Yaodao the news and asked him to send someone to besiege and kill the Jinwu Han Mountain Department.

Han Muye looked into the distance, and his eyes revealed a deep divine light.

The people brought those swords and guns back to the clan, and these human bodies naturally had beasts that smelled of blood to deal with.

The wilderness is the world of beasts.

"Young Patriarch, the arrival of the Terran hunters, we can't ignore it." In the stone house of the meeting hall, Han Yunhe looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes, back then—" Han Chaohu's voice paused, then shook his head and said, "The Terran can't just stop like that. ”

Back then, the patriarch Han Qi fell because he resisted the Terran hunters.

The Terrans have never been soft-hearted, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

"I know what to do." Han Muye nodded.

"You divide these weapons and let all the clansmen of the third-layer Yuan Spirit Realm have one each."

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed at those knives and guns.

With these knives and guns, the combat power of the clansmen has been improved.

In addition, the meat has been enough recently, and the exercises have been modified, and it seems that the cultivation has also improved.

Unconsciously, Han Shanbu's combat power is no longer comparable to what it used to be.

"I'll transport those raw ores to the Qingzhang tribe in two days and let them smelt them."

"Han Dingyi, you have been hunting more beasts recently, and the patriarch will use them to entertain all parties when he inherits the ceremony."

Han Muye looked at everyone and spoke.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other, nodded and walked out of the hall.

Whether it is to improve the combat power of the clansmen or hunt more wild beasts, it is something that needs to be prepared.

Two days later, Han Jin and eight other young people from the clan stood beside a cart made of logs, carrying long-handled wooden swords on their backs.

The cart was filled with black fiery iron ore.

"Roar—"

In the distance, there was a long roar in the mountains and forests, and the black Menghu rushed in.

Those of the Golden Crow tribe who had never seen the black tiger all looked panicked.

However, Han Jin and the others had already seen this Menghu and had been to its cave, so they were not afraid at this time.

The black tiger ran in front of Han Muye, circled around the cart, roared a few times unhappily, and then walked to the cart.

Han Muye waved his hand and asked Han Jin to put the cart on the black tiger's neck.

The black tiger pulled the cart and walked slowly.

After only a few steps, the speed of the black tiger became faster and faster, from five or six zhang in one breath to dozens of zhang and a hundred zhang in one breath.

The cart was sturdy, four-wheeled and hung in the air by the black tiger.

Han Jin and the others hurriedly followed.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and harnessed the sword light to follow.

Watching them leave, Han Chaohu looked at Han Yunhe and said in a low voice: "Yunhe, you go to Muyang Mountain and tell the young patriarch about the awakening of the Jinwu bloodline." ”

Han Yunhe nodded solemnly.

Muyang Mountain is the residence of most of the Muyang tribe of Jinwu, 300,000 miles away, there are nearly 80,000 Jinwu people.

Although there are no True Spirit Realm powerhouses in the Mu Yang Clan, there are three elders of the eighth layer of Yuan Ling in the clan, and the patriarch Mu Changkong is the ninth layer of Yuan Ling.

These four have all been cultivating for hundreds of thousands of years, and their golden crow bloodline has already awakened, and under the combination, even the true spirit powerhouse can also fight.

In the surrounding millions of miles of land, I have not heard of anyone awakening the Golden Crow bloodline for 10,000 years, and the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, which is a major event for the entire Golden Crow clan.

Now that the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty hunters have arrived, this matter must be known to the Mu Yang Ministry.

I believe that there will inevitably be a master over there to come to help Han Shanbu.

If it weren't for Han Muye's awakening of the power of the bloodline, Han Chaohu would not have begged Mu Yangbu.

"Go and come back quickly, I hope it's too late." Han Chaohu sighed lightly and said in a low voice.

"I know." The golden crow shadow behind Han Yunhe unfolded, no longer hesitated, and flew away.

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The bloodline of the Qingzhang clan is good at smelting, and there is a ground fire in the station, which can smelt all kinds of raw ores, and all ethnic groups within a radius of tens of thousands of miles will send raw ores.

The Qingzhang tribe helps the various ministries to smelt and collects a part of the raw ore as payment.

If you want to build a weapon, collect some smelted spiritual materials.

"Roar—"

A long roar sounded, and the people of all races on the avenue hurriedly dodged.

A large cart was pulled by a majestic black tiger and rushed towards the Qingzhang Clan's station.

The cart was full of raw ore, and a young man in a leather robe sat next to the wheel.

After the cart, Han Jin and the others ran with all their might, and activated their own Yuan Spirit power, the yellow-orange golden crow phantom floated, and its wings spread out, constantly fluttering, with a blazing illusory light flame.

"The Golden Crow?"

"Isn't the Jinwu tribe around here the Han Mountain tribe that has declined?"

"That black tiger looks at at least five layers of Yuan Spirit, these Golden Crow Clan also have three or four layers of Yuan Spirit cultivation, is it really Han Shanbu?"

Looking at the cart and the Jinwu people who were carrying the dust and smoke away, there was an uproar on the avenue.

Han Shanbu, has such power?

"Han Sanbu, I seem to have heard that they are going to hold a patriarch succession ceremony." Someone scratched his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, I heard that their young patriarch is out of the customs and wants to inherit the patriarchal position."

For a while, there were voices talking about Han Shanbu everywhere on the avenue.

The mountain department of Jinwu Han, which has been silent for a long time, has become the talk of everyone.

The black tiger cart ran quickly, but in a few moments it reached the hillside of the stone house in front of it.

Everywhere the fireworks rise, there are black stoves two or three feet high.

"Smelting raw ore goes forward."

"If you want to refine the weapon and go up the mountain, the Seven Elders will line up first."

The Qingzhang people who came up stood in front of the black tiger with a somewhat nervous expression.

The black tiger is two feet tall, and it is too oppressive.

"We're going to smelt all this raw ore." Han Muye jumped down from the cart and said loudly.

The faces of the Qingzhang people are not much different from those of the human race, except that their eyes are together, and their heads and faces are a little slender.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the Qingzhang people who ushered in him arched their hands and said: "The old rule is that Sancheng raw ore is paid, and the ore will be taken after three months." ”

Thirty percent?

Three months later?

Han Muye frowned and looked around: "Is Sancheng tall?" ”

"Also, three months, that's too long."

At this time, two more Qingzhang people came over, looked at Han Muye and the black tiger in the car, and the two glanced at each other.

"If three months is too long, you can make it a little earlier, a month and a half, but the reward should be increased by one percent." The white-haired old man on the left arched his hand, "This is for the sake of the face of the Jinwu clan." ”

"Xiaoyou should see that there are still many ethnic groups of raw ore waiting to be smelted."

Not only will the price not be reduced, but an extra 10% will be charged.

Han Muye felt that he was treating himself as a lamb to the slaughter.

"The earth fire here is not a place for the Qingzhang clan, and it is not your clan that can smelt raw ore." Han Muye looked at the Qingzhang clan in front of him and said loudly: "There should also be some leeway for business. ”

These words made the people of all races who looked around stunned.

The three Qingdeer people in front of them were also stunned for a moment, and then they laughed out loud.

"You're from Hanshanbu, right?"

"I heard that the Hanshan Department is extremely declining, is this reluctant to pay the remuneration for smelting raw ore?" The old man of the Qingzhang clan on the right laughed and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"In this way, you will pull this raw ore to the station of the Black Bear Clan in Tanling, a hundred miles away, and they also erected a smelting furnace a few years ago."

Not in business?

Han Muye didn't stop, turned around and left.

"Forget it, the earth fire drawn by the Tanling Black Bear Clan is too tyrannical to be smelted."

"Sancheng is the rule of the Qingzhang clan for tens of thousands of years."

There were people around who spoke in a low voice, ready to sell Han Muye a good.

After all, the black tiger is majestic and extraordinary.

Han Muye arched his hand and led the cart away.

"Hmph, if he comes back again, he'll take fifty percent!" Behind him, the old man of the Qingzhu clan shouted at the top of his voice.

Han Jin and the others showed anger on their faces one by one, and they couldn't have a seizure, so they could only follow the back of the cart.

The land of a hundred miles will be there in a moment.

This is a low-lying mountain, and there is also a fire on the earth, and the surrounding is full of hot breath, and in front of it is a gray and black furnace, and there is a flame rising.

The black bear clan who greeted them was tall and strong, with a dark face and furry ears.

The ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and only the ethnic groups that have awakened a strong bloodline in the clan, and there are many masters in the clan, can be regarded as a high-level ethnic group.

The bloodline strength of the black bear clan is not bad, but the strength of the clan here is weak.

Just like the Jinwu clan, the bloodline level is extremely high, but not all races belong to the upper class, and the Han Mountain Department does not have that qualification.

Hearing Han Muye say that he had come to smelt, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan, who had the fifth-level cultivation of the Yuan Spirit, showed surprise on his face.

"We only need 10% of the pay."

"It's just that it's hard for us to control the attrition."

"However, we are willing to help our friends of the Golden Crow clan to smelt and build weapons without compensation."

Crafting weapons?

That's something that only a refiner can do.

There are only more than 1,000 people in the Tanling Black Bear Clan, and the strongest one is the fifth layer of the Yuan Spirit, and there will be a refiner in the clan?

Seeing Han Muye's puzzled gaze, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan named Tzu Chi was half apprehensive, half proudly telling the reason.

His only son, Ciyuan, the young patriarch of the Black Bear Clan, has a talent for refining, although he is only a hundred years old, he has already mastered the skills of refining, and he has also visited the Terran refiner in the place of Tiger Leaping Ridge trading, and has learned the complete way of refining.

100 years old.

Refining talent?

Han Muye's heart moved, and he nodded: "If it can really be refined, I don't mind handing over these raw ores to you to build weapons." ”

Tzu Chi looked delighted, beckoned his clansmen to whisper a few words, and then untied the war hammer from his waist and handed it to Han Muye.

The warhammer is crudely crafted, and it is even worse than the techniques of the Green Deer Clan, but in the end, there is a means to build it.

For a small ethnic group, with this means, they can settle down and live a nourishing life.

When the hammer was handed back to Tzu Chi, a young man of the Black Bear clan who was too tall walked in front of him.

Seeing the young man, Han Muye's eyes revealed a surging divine light.

"Xiaoyuan, this is the young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan Clan." Tzu Chi was very enthusiastic about the introduction.

The black bear young man arched his hand, and his voice was like thunder: "Ciyuan has seen the patriarch of Han Shao. ”

Han Muye's gaze flickered over Ciyuan's arm.

A surging golden sword shadow.

Really.

Han Muye sighed a little, he really didn't expect that among the immortal cultivators who came with him, there were people who were so close to him.

It's just that at present, this Ci Yuan is not as strong as his own divine soul power, and he can resist the power of heaven and earth in this realm, and he can't remember what happened before entering the ruin realm.

Han Muye could directly awaken his divine soul memory, but he was afraid that it would lead to a backlash from the power of heaven and earth, and the gains outweighed the losses.

It's better to let it awaken naturally.

Hearing that Han Muye was going to entrust the refining weapon, Ciyuan was also enthusiastic, and led Han Muye and them to the edge of the refining furnace.

"Patriarch Han Shao, don't worry, this big furnace is made by me according to the furnace of the Qingzhang clan, and the smelting is very suitable."

"That's right, the fire of our land is a little tyrannical, and when it is smelted, sometimes the raw ore will be damaged."

This Ciyuan is also sincere, and he doesn't turn around when he speaks.

Han Muye looked at the furnace and frowned, "Directly lead the earth fire?" ”

"Don't engrave the god pattern of fire control?"

His words made Ciyuan stunned.

Tzu Chi on the side was also at a loss.

Han Muye didn't know how many raw ores had been smelted by the black bear clan's furnace.

But he knew that there was no furnace that controlled the fire god pattern, not to mention the tyranny of the earth fire, it was the kind of gentle earth fire, and half of the spiritual materials that could be formed during smelting were all lucky.

"Can your furnace produce fifty percent of spiritual materials?" Han Muye looked at Ciyuan.

Ciyuan's face was swollen red, he shook his head, stretched out his thick palm, and slowly bent two fingers.

Only 30% can be left.

This is at least half the wear and tear of the green roe clan.

Coupled with the remuneration, it is no wonder that those guys from the Qingzhang clan are sure that Han Muye will go back.

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan looked at Han Muye with nervous expressions.

It's rare for a foreigner to come to smelt raw ore, and this door-to-door business can't be yellow again, right?

"These raw ores can be handed over to you to smelt, but I want to engrave the fire god pattern on this furnace." Han Muye looked at the stove in front of him and spoke.

Seal carving?

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan's eyes widened.

The young patriarch of the Golden Crow clan in front of him can actually engrave a divine pattern?

Isn't that the refiner's method?

"My Golden Crow clan controls the Great Sun Divine Flame, and I naturally have experience in controlling fire." Han Muye looked at the two of them and spoke.

Such?

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan nodded blankly.

Han Jin and the others standing behind were also at a loss.

The Golden Crow clan can control fire, but I haven't heard of a god pattern that controls fire......

Han Muye didn't care what they thought, stepped forward and slapped it with one palm.

"Peng—"

The silent earth fire exploded, and the flames rushed into the sky.

There was a golden light in his eyes, and a golden source power appeared on Han Muye's fingers.

The golden light turned into a sharp edge, and it roamed in the tall blue-black melting pot.

Streams of golden divine light floated.

God Tattoo!

It's a god pattern!

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan stared at the divine pattern that appeared, clenching their fists tightly.

They could feel that the god pattern appeared, and the earth fire beneath the furnace in front of them seemed to be restrained, not as tyrannical as before.

Their Tanling Black Bear Clan can control the fire here!

With this earth fire that can be controlled, the Tanling Black Bear Clan will definitely prosper!

Han Muye kept wandering, carving three golden lines on the furnace.

"Come, sacrifice with your blood." After carving the big furnace, Han Muye looked at Ciyuandao.

"Me?" Ciyuan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, with a confused look on his face.

"Isn't it you or me?" Han Muye stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, and with a stroke of his fingertips, a puddle of blood sprinkled on the golden divine pattern of the furnace.

The divine patterns on the great furnace seemed to come to life, constantly twisting and intertwining, and then the golden light of the Dao Dao fell and wrapped around Ciyuan's arm.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Muye's palm probed the information in the golden sword on Ciyuan's arm.

Zeng Da Niu.

It turned out to be this guy.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

This guy is tall and strong outside the ruins realm, and now he has directly become a black bear clan when he enters the Great Desolate Ruin Realm.

When he awakens to his memory, see what his expression will be.

However, Han Muye was also happy to see Zeng Da Niu's incarnation in this world.

This guy has always had an excellent talent for refining weapons, and he can help himself in the future.

"Hum—"

The golden lines intertwined with Ciyuan's arm, and Ciyuan's complexion changed.

When all the golden light dissipated, there was an extra golden streak on his arm.

This is the proof of mastery of this furnace of earthfire.

"Okay, I'll give you the ore." Han Muye reached out and patted Ciyuan's shoulder, turned around and left.

Ciyuan looked at Han Muye, with a complicated expression on his face, nodded and said, "Patriarch Han, don't worry, within three days, I will smelt all the raw ores." ”

"This time, my black bear clan won't take a penny."

Han Muye waved his hand and didn't care about these things.

As he walked out of the hundred-foot distance, there was a roaring sound of flames rising from behind him.

"You are stationed in the Black Bear Clan, and when the spiritual materials are refined, they will be turned into weapons and brought back."

"I'm going to Tiger Leap Ridge."

Han Muye looked at Han Jin and the others and said in a deep voice.

Tiger Leaping Ridge, that Chang Yaodao person, he wants to see it.

Han Jin and the others behind him glanced at each other and nodded.

Whatever the young patriarch says, of course they will not object.

Han Muye walked out of the Black Bear Clan's station quickly, and then penetrated into the mountains and forests, the Black Abyss Sword came out of its sheath, turning into a surging golden light, and the Imperial Sword flew away, heading straight for the Tiger Leaping Ridge.

At this time, on top of a two-story small building in Tiger Leaping Ridge, the place where all ethnic groups traded, a Taoist in a black robe had a gloomy face, and on the table in front of him, sixteen broken spars were lined up.

"A squad of hunters wiped out?"

"Who did this?"

"Toyojin?"

"Tu Jiu?"

"Jinwu tribe, it is impossible to ......"