"Gongye, I don't know what advice you have from the True Shang Daoist?" This voice was naturally the mysterious middle-aged man. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Gongye Daoist friends are strange, why didn't our clan take any action?" said Zhenshang on the other side as if chatting about homely things.

"There is no action Gongye without the slightest interest. The middle-aged man replied flatly.

"Haha! Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell Daoyou, Lan Yefeng is not fully prepared. Therefore, the old man was ordered to come here to block the approach of Daoyou. It's just that seeing that Daoist friends are not in a hurry to attack, Zhenshang feels a little boring, it is better for us to send some disciples below the Ning Yang Realm to communicate with each other, and it will also save them from becoming lazy. ”

As soon as the voice of the dwarf Zhenshang fell, the entire human military camp was silent, just waiting for the voice of the mysterious man. However, after waiting for a cup of tea, the mysterious man's voice sounded.

"Since the true Daoist friends are so interested, then according to the Daoists, how about we send thousands of disciples to each other every day?"

"A thousand seems to be a little less, but it's okay, step by step! After three days, let these disciples exchange a thing or two!"

As soon as the voice in the air fell, the voice of a mysterious man came from the ears of Han Xu and the others.

"All the disciples of the Ning Yang Realm who named them came to the Chinese military camp. ”

Han Xu and Chen Pan glanced at each other, and there was a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes. A few words from a high-level monk, the monks at the bottom, have to work hard for it, this is the sorrow of the low-level disciples, this is the helplessness of the little people.

About a stick of incense or so, Han Xu's ears heard the voice of the head of the Chen family. Han Xu smiled helplessly and said, "Pan'er, take care of them." ”

"Brother Han, have you been pumped up?" Chen Pan was startled, and his face under the veil immediately turned a little pale, everyone knew how dangerous it would be for a melee of thousands of people.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. After Han Xu nodded slightly, he stood up and walked towards the middle of the barracks.

The garrison of the Terran army, although simple, but the area is not small, walked close to the time of tea, and only came to a small square.

The big tent of the Chinese army of the human race is very large, and it looks like a thousand square meters. In front of the big tent, ten flags were erected, representing ten teams of 10,000 people.

When Han Xu came, there were already hundreds of people standing here. His eyes swept over and he immediately spotted Feng Ying and Huang Yuying in the crowd, who were talking to two older monks at this time.

Han Xu walked over, and the four of them immediately looked over.

"Han Xu, let me introduce to you, this is Uncle Gu of the Gu family, this is Uncle Lin Sen of the Lin family, in three days, we will go to the battlefield together. Feng Ying said with a somewhat gloomy expression, obviously, he was full of jealousy about the battle in three days.

After all, if the 100,000 army is fighting, even if he is only a monk of the Ning Yang Realm and belongs to the existence of the bottom, he is not the existence of the lowest level, and in terms of saving his life, there is still a glimmer of hope. However, if he participates in this kind of war between the Ning Yuan Realm, then he is likely to be the existence of cannon fodder, which kind of person is the most dangerous.

"I've heard of you, you're a good kid," Gu Zhi was of medium stature, with a Chinese face, and was wearing a Confucian robe. With a hint of scholarly temperament.

Lin Sen was tall, with a hairy beard on his face, and he didn't speak, and he had a strong rough atmosphere when he went to that station.

"Uncle Gu has won the award. Han Xu was neither modest nor arrogant, "I just replied respectfully."

"Uncle Gu has a set of joint formations here, called the Ten Peerless Formations, I wonder if Brother Han is interested in participating?" asked Huang Yuying.

"Ten Peerless Formations?Okay! I don't know if it's good to cultivate?" Han Xu asked with a slight joy. If he can blend in with the crowd without his own strength, Han Xu is naturally happy.

Gu Zhi pondered for a moment, and without waiting for Han Xu to ask, he directly explained, "The Ten Peerless Formations are composed of ten people, and each of them needs to drive a formation flag. They are Wind Roar, Thunder, Stone Peak, Blue Wave, Sonic Wave, Soul Suppression, Ice Pick, and Earth Thorn. Golden needles, rain of fire. I heard that you have thousands of spirit worms in your hands. It just fits a sonic flag. ”

"Oh!" Han Xu was slightly stunned, revealing a hint of surprise. In this way, it is not without pertinence that these people find themselves.

"Now there are five of us, my Lord Thunder, Lin Sen Lord Fire Rain, Feng Ying Lord Golden Needle, and Yuying Lord Wind Roar. As long as we find five masters who are suitable for Shi Feng, Bi Lang, Soul Suppression, Ice Pick, and Earth Thorn, I believe that even if there is an existence in the Yuanyang Realm on the other side, we can protect ourselves. ”

Just as a few people were communicating, another family monk came over one after another. However, Han Xu almost didn't know much about the monks who came here again, and only knew one of the Chen family monks, who was Chen Pan's fourth uncle, Chen Yaoming.

Although there are many family cultivators, there are few people who are suitable for the attributes of the Ten Peerless Formations, and four of them were finally determined, namely Han Yanyu of the Han family and Feng Mingliang of the Feng family. Sun Puya of the Sun family. Huang Caisheng of the Huang family.

Unable to join Gu Zhi's Ten Peerless Formations, many parent monks were very regretful, but there was no way, so they had to find other family monks to form a team and arrange other formations.

When the thousand men were assembled, the thousand monks were divided into ten hundred-man teams, several small groups. The group members put it together on their own.

Han Xu's group was led by Gu Zhi, and the captain of the 100-person team was Sun Pufei of the Sun family. The entire hundred-person team was composed of family Ning Yang Realm cultivators. In this way, due to the relationship between in-laws, the cohesion of this team is still very strong.

Three days were spent in communicating with each other and running in with each other. On the morning of the third day, a drum sounded. Thousands of monks from the Condensing Sun Realm flew in the direction of the alien race under the leadership of Gongye of the True Yang Realm.

Han Xu stood on top of the flying sword, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart against the drizzle. It's really a sad weather.

The team of thousands of people converged into a torrent, but in the time or so of tea, I saw the formation of thousands of people of different races from a distance.

The aliens are slightly different from the humans, they are divided into two groups, the giants on the left and the dwarves on the right, and the arrangement of the two groups is also very distinctive, the giants are arranged in a quadripartite matrix, and the dwarves are arranged in a circular circle.

Seeing such a scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The monks present all had experience in fighting with other races, so they naturally knew how terrible the alliance of other races was. Not to mention letting a small group of 10 people and 100 people charge, even if everyone rushes up, it is also an act of self-defeat.

The middle-aged man retreated, landed on the ground, and glanced at the alien array opposite, revealing a trace of disdain.

"Don't panic, the two legions on the opposite side seem to be unbreakable, but as long as they break up their formations, they can be divided and annihilated. ”

When Han Xu and the others heard this, their faces suddenly became ugly and abnormal, and they said it easily, people's formations were like iron buckets, who could break through. Even if you can break through a little, then needless to say, you will know that the next thing will be besieged by other alien races, and then there will be a ten thousand blades to split the corpse, and there will be no scum left in the dead.

However, even if there is a secret dissatisfaction in his heart, no one dares to express it. (To be continued.) )