A month passed in the blink of an eye. In the test of life and death, about 90% of warriors have been tempered in the true sense, and their strength and experience have been greatly improved, and their confidence has also increased.

There will be success and failure. The remaining less than 10% of the warriors are obviously flowers in the greenhouse. Even if they have martial arts or even higher strength, they are only suitable for teaching, teaching orderly levels of martial arts and techniques that can be followed, and their skills are good. However, once they reach the real battlefield, they lack the response and courage to face the enemy, and often fail to exert their strength. In such a few battles, no one can really maintain them in an uninterrupted survival battle within a month. Finally, the signal flares with yellow smoke are ignited, waiting for rescue. If they are unlucky, they will be killed by orcs in the battle. Not to mention whether they have time to ignite the signal flares, the opponent will not give him time to wait for rescue.

In the Beast Territory fifty kilometers away from the Beast Pass, the orcs here are all more than a thousand or even larger. A few orcs are the rulers here. The discipline and system are no different from the human military camp. This makes the orcs with more sensitive senses act as secret whistles, and the more powerful orcs act as open whistles. They perform their own duties and train offensive and defensive lineups. Who dares to say that they are not an army?

Guo Potian grew up in the military camp. In addition to practicing alone, he was willing to obtain more information for the imperial army. He grew up in the past two months of battle, which allowed him to understand Nie Kong's choice more clearly. The real strong man gave up more than 90% of his time to practice hard in the endless lonely years, and wasted his life and death. There is no shortcut, talent and adventure can only add luster to this process, but it cannot shorten this process. The strong man did not climb the ladder in one step, but could only step after step.

His ears moved slightly, and his body instantly tensed into a state where he could make the most violent attack at any time. He placed his hand behind him and placed it on the mace behind him. He turned his head and stared at him more than ten feet away.

One tall and the other short, the short face was full of evil spirits and eager to try, with a strong sense of provocation in his eyes. When a ferocious beast saw his similar species in the mountains and forests, the first thing was to provoke without hesitation. Once one side retreated a little, it would immediately be a fight with a serious aura and had concerns between each other. There would not be any fight in the face of absolute disputes of interests.

What made Guo Potian feel even more that the hair was the tall man with a playful smile and a figure that looked like a hanged ghost. The other party spread his hands and signaled that he didn't want to be an enemy, just like he was teasing his prey but was unwilling to catch it early. Guo Potian was very upset. But when he thought that they were all in the beast tribe, they suppressed their inner impulse, waved their sleeves, carried maces, and penetrated into the mountains and forests, far away from a camp of ten thousand orcs in front.

The tall and short two men also left after Guo Potian left. After turning to a faraway area, the short man spoke, "It's very strong. It's not a false-famous Wuzong like Ouyang Tian."

Twisted his neck, the tall man looked into the distance with deep eyes, his tone full of teasing: "Wu Zong, when has it been so worthless?"

At the same time, a similar encounter occurred in another place, except that this time the object was converted.

The madman sword was brought into the sheath. He didn't look at the orc who fell down the blood hole in his throat in front. He turned his head and stared coldly at the huge rocks in the mountain not far away. He turned around and turned two fat monks, winking and trying to look like a monk, but he knew that it was not the material for himself. He looked at each other and raised his hands: "Hey, the two monks are from Mihoji. Where are you? You are not an enemy, at least not for the time being."

As they said that, the two waved their hands on purpose, confirming whether the other party's eyes were really blind, otherwise how could they find the location of the two so accurately.

The Madman Sword snorted, holding the sword hanging around his waist with his left hand and on the hilt of the sword with his right hand. His steps were neither light nor heavy, just like an ordinary person walking, walking towards the road beside the two fat monks, without any intention of answering their questions.

The two monks had harmless smiles on their faces. The Madman Sword had a calm face, as if nothing had to do with the world. When they were about to pass by, the Madman stopped suddenly. The powerful aura of the Wuzong realm suddenly surged out of the body of the fat monks with harmless smiles. The Madman Sword's right hand moved slightly, and the sword blade was unsheathed three inches. The Wuzong aura, which was not weaker than the two, also rushed out of the body.

"When I came in, I was in the martial arts academy. Did you see a man holding a sword?" As the madman sword opened his mouth, the breath of both sides suddenly gathered.

"No." The two monks naturally understood the key to each other's problems. Some men holding the sword may reach the level of three people, but they have never seen it in the Martial Arts Academy team.

The strong man, even if he stood in the crowd in a low-key manner, would still be the focus of everyone's attention. Cai Zhulu stood in the team of Tengyun Pavilion, and everyone would still notice him at first glance. The powerful strength that once looked down on the heroes, even the strong man who had long been separated from his disciples among the major sects, would not dare to have any glimpse of him.

I passed by, like a passerby who never had any intersection, but all three knew that this never had intersection can only be a spiritual level. It won’t take long to have a fierce collision.

"Martial Arts Academy, Madman's Sword!"

When the Madman Sword was about to turn the huge rock and disappear into the sight of the twin monks, the monk on the left suddenly spoke, not a question that needed answers and affirmations, but just wanted to say this.

After the Madman's Sword turned over the huge rock, the monk on the right murmured: "The reputation is worthy."

"The Martial Arts Academy cannot be underestimated. Even if it is so thin that a character like Ouyang Tian emerges, there will be one or two people who will eventually support this banner."

There are many masters and the venue is limited. It is rare to meet once in a month, but this is the case. At almost the same time in different places, several encounters meet when everyone is ready to wait for the start of a large-scale battle.

A small orc tribe is located on the edge of the swamp sea. Three figures shuttled between the orcs. The three people should have surrounded the three people, but they were swept and tortured by the three people in a destructive manner.

The last orc fell down, and the three of them stood with their own blades.

"Hu Yan is invincible, I didn't expect that you would make such rapid progress, so you could step over the threshold of Wu Zong." Tian Qingsong paused the huge sword in his hand to the ground, and looked at the fat man who could only follow his ancestors to watch the battle at the beast pass. He reached this level in just a few years and greeted him with a smile.

"If you don't work harder, wouldn't it be that you Tengyun Pavilion fell down?" Hu Yan's invincible soft sword returned to his waist, and his eyes turned to the elegant figure in blue clothes on the other side.

"I'll introduce it, junior sister, Dan Tai Fuyu."

Suddenly, Hu Yan Wudi's appreciation and man's scrutiny of beautiful women disappeared. As the first person to come into contact with Nie Kong, he felt more of Nie Kong's persistence in his heart.

A sharp breath rushed towards Dan Tai Fuyu. Tian Qingsong frowned and shook his sword. A breath blocked Hu Yan's invincible temptation.

"Hu Yan Wudi, what are you doing!" Tian Qingsong angrily scolded.

"When you meet your sister-in-law, you will naturally say hello. Dan Tai Fuyu, do you still remember the man who wore a red robe and abandoned his dignity and married into your husband for yours!"

ps: Damn, I was insulted, I was quite unconfident. The people chasing books were so busy. Are there fifty people? Fifty people are enough to make me stand up straight!
Chapter completed!