The marshal leads the army and fights in all directions. Thousands of horses roar like mountains and seas.
In a war, success or failure depends not only on the strength of one's personal force, but also on different war layouts, which allow the battlefield leader to concentrate the power of tens of millions of soldiers to divide land into rivers and break mountains into seas.
In this book, there are three lowest levels of battle formations - bronze battle formations.
As few as three people, as many as a hundred people, can form a battle formation and concentrate everyone's strength on one person.
Although there is some loss in energy transfer, once the battle formation is completed, the general's strength can suddenly skyrocket!
Fang Yue was curious. He had never dabbled in such an aspect of inheritance before, so he patiently read it. The more he read, the more excited he became.
"That's it!" Fang Yue waved the yellowed ancient book in his hand.
There was a strange look on Fang Muqiu's face.
"I have also studied this ancient book, but the warrior skills recorded in it are too ridiculous. I have spent five years without success! Are you really sure you want to exchange a precious quota for this ancient book?"
"I'm sure!"
Fang Yue was determined, he had a premonition that this ancient book was destined for him, and that the martial art that Fang Muqiu could not master might not be very difficult in his hands.
"etc!"
A voice suddenly appeared in the Sutra Pavilion.
Two white-haired old men appeared at the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors. Although they were not young, they were both full of energy. Behind them stood Fang Jun, who looked like a fox and a tiger, with provocative eyes.
Look at Fang Yue.
"Why are the two elders here? Some of them are far away, but some are far away!"
Fang Muqiu glanced at Fang Fangjun and then at the two gray-haired elders. He already knew why they were here.
Although Fang Muqiu was not happy in his heart, he still had to do enough work on the surface.
In the Fang family, every elder is a warrior-level warrior and has the top fighting power in the clan. Even he, the clan leader, does not dare to neglect them.
This made the two old men look even more arrogant: "Fang Muqiu, Fang Yue, do you two know your guilt?"
There was an old man dressed in purple, with an air of nobility, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he looked like he was going to attack someone.
The corners of Fang Muqiu's mouth curved slightly.
The polite greetings from before disappeared in an instant.
"Fang doesn't know, please ask the two elders to clarify!"
"Hmph! You, Fang Muqiu, violated the law for your own benefit and used your family's property to benefit your descendants! Isn't it a serious crime to give the family's valuable treasure to Fang Yue?"
The old man in purple clothes and crane hair is aggressive. He has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and is born with a mean look.
Even the other party, Muqiu, had a hint of arrogance, and the corners of his eyes were raised, as if he didn't take Fang Muqiu, the clan leader, into consideration at all.
"For direct disciples of the clan to go into battle, choosing a warrior technique that matches their realm and a treasure with a contribution point of less than 500 to protect themselves are the rules left by our ancestors! I am doing things according to the clan rules. Is there something else?
Is it wrong?"
Fang Muqiu speaks uprightly, and everything he does is in line with family rules.
As for Fang Yue's ability to see through the treasures that the family cannot identify and identify the owner with blood, that is his opportunity, and others cannot envy him.
"What a great patriarch Fang Muqiu! He is really righteous and high-spirited! However, I heard that when Fang Yue was selecting objects in the treasure house, he got an ancient pendant, which shone brightly and dazzlingly. That treasure
, it’s priceless and definitely can’t be exchanged for 500 points of contribution!”
Another old man in gray clothes spoke, his voice pitiful.
Fang Muqiu wanted to open his mouth to argue, but was stopped by Fang Yue.
"Grandpa, don't mess around with them, let me speak!"
Fang Yue took a step forward and took out the pendant: "Is this the thing you are talking about?"
The old man in gray clothes turned his head and looked at Fang Fangjun beside him.
Fang Fangjun jumped excitedly: "Yes, that's it!"
"The two elders may be disappointed! This thing is not a magical artifact, it is just an ordinary pendant. When it was born, there was no dazzling scene at all. I don't know who Fang Fangjun is.
Where did I hear the rumors, and I want to take this opportunity to frame me and the patriarch!"
Fang Yue glanced at Fang Fangjun coldly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.
He was going to beat him up and teach Fang Fangjun an unforgettable lesson.