Within the Wise Man's Trial Space, in an open space on the edge of the ancient battlefield, Zhang Yun first spent three days practicing sword skills, then three days practicing equestrian skills, and the next three days he practiced horse fighting.
Nine days passed in a blink of an eye. He was so satisfied that he felt that he had mastered the skills of swordsmanship and horse fighting, so he glanced at the armored warriors in the ancient battlefield, rubbing his hands together and looking eager to try.
Coincidentally, while he was carefully observing the enemy situation on the ancient battlefield, a soldier suddenly broke away from the team and ran towards the open space where he was.
The soldier came to a stop a few meters in front of him. He glanced left and right first, then seriously reached out and unbuttoned his lower body armor, loosened his belt, took out his water gun, and started defecating in front of him as if no one was watching.
He half-closed his eyes and hummed softly an exotic ditty.
Zhang Yun was so angry that he really couldn't laugh or cry: "It seems that I am just like air in their eyes. As the saying goes, God can do evil, but man can't live with it. Since you took the initiative to die, I will help you!"
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Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword high in his hand and swung it down against the pungent smell of urine.
The soldier who was urinating was still immersed in the relaxation and comfort. He didn't even have time to blink his eyelids, and a big head "Gululu" rolled against the ground more than ten meters away.
Although Zhang Yun felt that taking advantage of someone's danger was a bit unfair, he was quite proud of himself when he killed an enemy with a single blow.
Just when he couldn't help feeling secretly proud in his heart, a sudden change occurred. The soldier's head rolled down more than ten meters away. He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, with a clear and high voice: "Enemy attack!" After saying these two words,
, the head slowly closed its eyes, with a proud expression on its face.
Zhang Yun was depressed: "Damn, that's okay! Mr. Guan, don't be so deceptive!"
"Enemy attack!" These two words were like a huge stone thrown into the calm lake, causing an uproar. The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine armored warriors in the ancient battlefield ran over in uniform teams.
In two breaths, he was surrounded in the center, with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Zhang Yun slandered his heart, but he did not dare to neglect it. He turned over on his tiptoes and jumped onto the horse's back. He held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword diagonally with his right hand, knocked the horse's belly with his knee, and shouted: "Kill!" He looked in one direction and struck the sword in one round.
Head on and fight towards the encirclement.
These armored warriors are not only rich in combat experience, but also well-trained. Each of them moves flexibly and orderly. They do not confront him head-on, but retreat at the first touch. When one falls, another one will hit him from behind.
There is no doubt that a very exquisite formation has been laid out.
The more Zhang Yun killed, the more chilled he felt. The initial excitement was gone. Although he killed hundreds of soldiers, the opponent's formation was not messy at all. If he continued killing like this, he would be exhausted to death!
While he was fighting, he was thinking about the strategy to break the formation: "This formation is undoubtedly an impregnable chariot formation, with the intention of trapping yourself in the formation. Only by seeing through the reality of this formation can you hope to break out of the siege..."
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Thinking of breaking the formation, he suddenly had an idea and remembered a book "Prime Numbers" he had obtained in his early years. The first half of "Prime Numbers" was a piece of art of war called "Tai Gong's Art of War". He obtained this book from the Starry Valley of Dikeng and it was the work of his ancestors.
Zhang Liang's relic was created by his master Huang Shigong. The introduction said that this art of war is all-encompassing and the culmination of the wisdom of the masses, including the method of attacking a city and setting up formations, the art of commanding troops and generals, strategizing strategies, and the way of attacking people's minds.
Ancestor Zhang Liang once relied on this art of war to achieve unparalleled military exploits for the Han Dynasty. Since he had always been enthusiastic about practicing, he had long since put this book behind his mind and thrown it casually into a corner of the Shattered World space.
Thinking of this, with a thought in his mind, the five little people transformed into the body of the five elements immediately entered the broken world space, found the "Prime Numbers" placed in the corner and studied it carefully.
Although it is just a last resort, because Zhang Yun has secret treasures such as the Broken World Space, time is not a problem for him. One day in the outside world is a year in the Broken World. As long as he persists in killing for a whole day outside, in the Broken World Space
The Five Body Masters can spend one year studying the art of war. Even if they cannot flexibly apply the art of war in the book, it should not be difficult to solve the predicament at hand!
Three days later, Zhang Yun fought his way out of the siege on horseback and with swords drawn across his body. There were numerous scars all over his body. Since the armored warriors were all infantry, they did not continue to pursue him after being thrown away for several miles, and returned to the ancient battlefield in an orderly manner.
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After three days and three nights of bloody fighting, Zhang Yun was almost exhausted. If he hadn't relied on a large amount of elixirs to sustain himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to hold on until the formation was broken.
At this time, he felt relieved when he saw that the crisis was over. He could no longer suppress the injuries in his body. He spurted out three large mouthfuls of blood in a row, then passed out and fell to the ground with a plop.
In this battle, he killed nearly 3,000 armored warriors. If it were an ordinary person, even if he cut 3,000 watermelons, he would be half exhausted! It must be said that Zhang Yun's physique is extremely strong. After taking a precious healing medicine, Ziyou
After another two days of training, Dango actually recovered to 7788.
As soon as his injuries improved, he immediately joined the battle. Having learned from his past mistakes, he no longer dared to go deep into the enemy camp. He could only adopt the strategy of sneak attack and harassment, kill dozens of people, run away, and then turn around and start again.
He knows that time is life. In this secret realm of trials, he cannot fully control his own destiny and can only work hard to find a way out.
Zhang Yun was honing his sword skills and riding skills on the battlefield. At the same time, the Five Elements Spiritual Power Qi Group in his Dantian was also rotating rapidly and growing slowly, constantly transmitting a large amount of Five Elements Power Skills to the five internal organs.
He wields the sword.
As the number of times he swung the sword continued to increase, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword slowly created a strange resonance with the Yuan Power in his body. He no longer had to deliberately input the Yuan Power into the sword, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword would absorb his energy on its own.
After the transformation of the five internal organs, the energy in the Dantian will immediately replenish the loss, forming a perfect cycle. The Qinglong Yuanyue Sword seems to have become a bloodline in his body. As long as he thinks, this bloodline will be filled with energy.
Sufficiently nutritious blood.
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In the two separate spaces of the Wise Man Trial, Wang Chao and the Shaolin monk each stood at the bottom of the mountain, waving the woodcutter in their hands, chopping the bushes and thorns in front of them, and circling the mountain.
It was difficult to open up the winding mountain path and climb up like a snail.
In another space of the Wise Man's Trial, the bearded man was not in a hurry to climb the mountain, but was searching for himself on the smooth stone floor, with confidence and wisdom shining in his small eyes from time to time.
Three days later, he stopped in front of a large five-meter-square stone slab. His eyes could not help but shine with excitement. While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he muttered: "Cao Cao, I finally found you!"
This smooth giant stone slab is carved with a lifelike portrait. Next to the portrait are two large ancient characters: Cao Cao.
The big man raised his head first and looked along the giant stone slabs of different sizes and shapes toward the end of the winding Huarong Road in the distance. Looking at the endless Huarong Road, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
After a while, he suddenly took off his upper body clothes, revealing his strong muscles. The muscles were tangled together like the roots of an old tree. If someone saw him at this time, he would definitely couldn't help but praise: "What a good one."
A strong man!"
After taking off his clothes, the man quickly moved his arms and legs, doing a series of warm-up exercises. He also yelled from time to time, as if to cheer himself up before preparing to do any strenuous exercise.
While the bearded man was busy warming up, a shadow of Guandi's head suddenly appeared in the sky. Guandi's eyes were full of doubts, and he said to himself: "What does he want?"
However, the bearded man did not seem to notice the appearance of Emperor Guan. After finishing his warm-up exercises, he walked straight to the stone slab with the portrait of Cao Cao carved on it. He clasped the stone slab with both hands and shouted: "Get up!"
The huge stone slab rose up in response to the sound of his kick, and he quickly lifted it to shoulder height. He then ducked under the stone slab with a swoop.
When Guan Di in the sky saw this, he showed a look of sudden realization, and then he looked like he couldn't laugh or cry again. He stroked his three-inch long beard and said to himself: "Good guy! This is drawing money from the bottom of the cauldron! He is really a talent, it seems.
He wants to carry Cao Cao across Huarong! Haha..."
"Hi!" shouted softly, and the bearded man forcibly carried the giant stone slab weighing more than two thousand kilograms on his back, crouched and raised his legs, and walked with difficulty towards the end of Huarong Road.
"Such great strength, on par with third brother Yide. It's a pity that he didn't enter the Brave Trial! But how could he be selected by the Wise Trial?" Emperor Guan was surprised and then fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he said: "I set up this test mask myself. The main purpose of the Wise Man Trial is to test IQ. It seems that this guy is not stupid, but as wise as a fool! His strategy of removing salary from the bottom of the cauldron, although it looks funny
Ridiculous, but if he really did this, how could I not let him pass!"
"First, he caught the loophole in my words, and second, he calculated my psychology. Although it can't really be regarded as a loophole, with my identity and principles of doing things, how can I argue with him? That's all.
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The bearded man, who was carrying a slate on his back and moving forward with difficulty, suddenly heard Guandi's voice: "Young man, what's your name? I'm very interested in you, haha!"
The bearded man grinned and said, "Wang Ermeng."
"Okay, Wang Ermeng, listen carefully. Within one year, if you can really carry this stone slab across Huarong Road, the premise is that the stone slab cannot touch the ground before reaching the destination. If you can do it, I promise to make an exception.
You have one chance. If you are exhausted, I will kill you myself! Just do it for yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of Guandi's head disappeared, leaving only the bearded man carrying a stone slab on his back. His heart was in a state of confusion, as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He thought to himself: "The wise man is thousands of times old."
There must be something wrong! I didn’t expect that the split soul image left by Emperor Guan would be so smart!”
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Within the brave trial space, more than forty monks from various sects were fighting crazily on the battlefield of the Battle of Chibi. Their eyes were red, like bloodthirsty demons, and they rushed forward to get close to the enemy.
hand-to-hand combat.
For a moment, flesh and blood were torn apart, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and Dou Da's head was spinning on the ground like a ball... It was like being in hell!
A monk accidentally was shot through the left chest by a general of Cao's army. His mind went dark after a burst of severe pain, and he exited the trial space. In front of him was an empty square.
There were already five or six monks in the square, either meditating or resting, or doing boxing and kicking. When they saw another monk withdrawing from the trial, a short monk next to him immediately stepped forward and asked enthusiastically: "How many people have you killed today, Fellow Daoist Cao?"
This must be a big gain!"
The monk surnamed Cao quickly said perfunctorily: "Where is it! As soon as I entered, I fell into a hard fight. I was unlucky and met a ten-pointer, and I was killed in one fell swoop."
"Haha, we are in the same boat! I was also killed by General Cao's army." The short monk pretended to be polite and walked to the side to practice by himself. The monks who were listening attentively also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.