The three of them are all warriors in the early stage of accumulating blood. One holds a broad sword, one holds a short sword, and the other holds a long sword. They cooperate with each other very well.
It seems that the three of them participated in such a joint attack battle, and the strength they displayed far exceeded that of three ordinary blood-containing warriors.
The fierce sword movements and saber movements crisscrossed each other vertically and horizontally. The three of them moved and changed positions, making it difficult to distinguish their attack styles.
Mu Beimian did not change his expression. He turned nine times and avoided all attacks from the three men. At the same time, he grabbed the black-armored man's wrist and pressed it down.
There was a click, and the opponent's wrist bone suddenly broke.
The man in black armor groaned, clenched his other hand into a fist, and slammed the door to the north of Mu.
The swords of the burly man and Lu Changhao also arrived at this moment, attacking Mubei from two different directions, up and down, at tricky angles.
The timing and direction of the attack were very precise.
Mu Bei's expression was calm, and the Suzaku Sword appeared out of thin air. Dozens of sword shadows intertwined into a sword disk, sweeping away at 360 degrees.
At the same time, he kicked the man in black armor.
With two clicks, the swords of the burly man and Lu Changhao broke at the same time, leaving a deep sword mark on their chests and flying backwards many feet.
The man in black armor was kicked in the chest and several ribs were broken. He fell to the ground and could not stand up again, and blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
"How can it be?!"
Lu Changhao was shocked and angry.
The burly man and the man in black armor were his friends in the army. He found the two of them, thinking that the combined power of the three of them would be able to suppress Mu Bei and regain his face.
Unexpectedly, the three of them working together would still be vulnerable to Mu Bei!
Mu Bei glanced at the three of them, was too lazy to say anything, turned around and left.
However, as soon as he took a step, he stopped.
A rustling sound sounded, and all around, demon wolves covered in blood-colored hair came out, as big as a calf.
"Blood Wolf."
Mu Bei whispers.
Blood wolves are third-level monsters that like to live in groups and are most sensitive to blood. They can smell the smell of blood hundreds of feet away.
I think it was the blood of Lu Changhao and others that attracted these blood wolves.
The faces of Lu Changhao and the other three people changed drastically. The blood wolves were ferocious and bloodthirsty. When they were at their peak, each of them could only handle two at most.
But now, they were seriously injured, and there were fifteen blood wolves surrounding them!
How to block?!
Fifteen blood wolves' eyes glowed fiercely, and with a ferocious howl, they all rushed towards him.
In an instant, a blood wolf pounced in front of the man in black armor, biting the man's neck with a bloody mouth.
The man in black armor didn't even have the strength to stand up, and looked desperate.
At this time, Mu Bei took a step forward, and in an instant, his right leg swept out.
With a muffled bang, the blood wolf flew more than three feet away, landed on the ground, struggled twice, and then stopped moving.
The man in black armor was stunned. Mu Bei actually saved him.
"Protect your neck."
Mu Bei said quietly.
Fengxing made nine turns, his figure was as fast as lightning, and the Suzaku sword radiated cold light.
Puff puff!
In an instant, the three blood wolves that pounced on Lu Changhao and the burly man were beheaded.
The wolves roared violently and their fierce eyes were menacing. They all stared at Mubei and rushed towards Mubei together.
There are no waves in Mubei's ancient well. He walks nine times on the wind and swings his sword seventy-two times. His mysterious steps and sharp sword movements make him look like a sword god in this world.
Puff puff puff puff, blood splashed, and the blood wolf's heads fell one after another.
In the blink of an eye, only one of the fifteen blood wolves was left.
At this moment, the blood wolf, known for its bloodthirsty and ferocious ferocity, seemed to have developed fear and fled into the distance like a bereaved dog at an extremely fast speed.
However, Mu Bei was faster and stopped him in a flash, slashing him with the Suzaku Sword.
With a pop, a wolf head flew out sideways, and the wolf corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
Lu Changhao and the other two people had horrified faces on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.
Fifteen blood wolves were all killed by Mu Bei in an instant.
It’s all a one-hit kill!
What kind of combat power is this?!
However, after a brief period of shock, the expressions of the three of them became complicated.
"Why?"
Lu Changhao looked at Mu Bei with a bitter look on his face.
He led two people to take revenge on Mu Bei, but now, all three of them were saved by Mu Bei.
If Mu Bei didn't take action, they would die today.
"It's just a small conflict." Mu Bei said: "We are in the same military camp, and I can watch you being devoured by wolves? I'm not that cold-blooded."
When a man is in this world, he should be careful when he should be careful, and be generous when he should be generous.
Although the three of them drew their swords, none of them had murderous intentions. They just wanted to save face, so there was no need for him to ignore the situation.
Putting away the Suzaku Sword, he took out a dagger, cut open the heads of the fifteen blood wolves one by one, and collected all the beast cores inside.
Lu Changhao and the other two people were already struggling to stand up and walked over one after another.
"Sorry about what happened before! And thank you very much!"
Lu Changhao cupped his fists and bowed in salute.
"Thank you!"
The burly man and the man in black armor saluted together.
Mu Bei nodded, left here, and walked far away in a short time.
Night covers the earth, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and a little bit of silver shines, and the mountains look a little dim.
It was quiet at night, and the roars of monsters could be heard one after another in the mountains.
Night is the time when monsters are most active.
In the dim mountain forest, pairs of demonic eyes, either green or blood red, lighted up, looking cold and penetrating.
"Time to hunt!"
A glimmer of light flashed across Mu Bei's eyes, and he moved in the darkness, like the god of death lurking in the darkness, wielding the Suzaku Sword to harvest monsters one after another.
In the next few days, he kept hunting monsters in the Shiwan Mountains. When he was sleepy, he would find a secluded place to take a nap. When he was hungry, he would roast beast meat to satisfy his hunger.
At the same time, he would take time every day to practice the "One Sword Peerless" technique with spirit stones, supplemented by red fire dragon's mushroom to nourish his blood and consolidate his realm.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
When the seven days of free time came, he counted the results of these days and harvested a total of two hundred beast cores.
Among them, there are two fifth-level beast cores, twenty fourth-level beast cores, fifty-three third-level beast cores, fifty-five second-level beast cores, and seventy first-level beast cores.
This kind of achievement can be said to be very shocking. A soldier of his level can only harvest forty beast cores at most in seven days.
Moreover, the highest level is only level three, and the number is still small. More than 90% of them are level one and level two.
However, Mubei himself was very dissatisfied.
"too slow."
He frowned.
Two hundred beast cores add up to 429 points of military merit, which is really too little.
If he wants to win the military competition in five months, he will need at least 30,000 points in military merit. It is simply not feasible at this speed.
"We have to consider other ways."
he said to himself.
After a pause, he returned to the military camp, handed over all two hundred beast cores, and then returned to his residence.
Lu Changhao and three other people came up, holding liquor and porcelain bowls, and apologized and thanked Mu Bei again.
Soldiers like martial arts and good wine, and often drink with friends.
Mu Bei knew this and would not reject anything once it came.
Later, Lu Changhao introduced himself, and then introduced the burly man and the man in black armor to Mu Bei.
The burly man is named Suogen, and the man in black armor is named Lu Yang.
"Mubei."
Mu Bei simply said his name.
"Thank you Brother Mu for your generosity and benevolence! If there is any use for the three of us in the future, Brother Mu, no matter what your orders are, we will fight with swords, mountains, and seas of fire!"
The three of them hold fists together.
The sky quickly darkened, and the next day was dazzling.
As soon as it got dark, the whistle sounded in the camp, signaling the start of the seven-day training camp.
It is still the training of formation and attack, and you practice for six hours every day before you can rest.
Soon, the training camp will be over.
On this day, Mu Bei was just about to go to Shiwanda Mountain when a middle-aged man walked in.
The middle-aged man carries his left hand on his back and wears a black robe, giving him a majestic aura.
"Master Ge, why are you here? Please sit down quickly!"
A man in brown clothes came forward to greet him, his face full of flattery.
Some other sergeants also came forward to greet him.
The middle-aged man in black robe stood with his head held high, enjoying the feeling of being admired by everyone.
After pausing for a moment, he coughed and said in a warm voice: "I have something to discuss with you. The inventory of my weapon shop is tight and I need to make a large number of weapons. I really don't have enough manpower, so I need your help."
"Master Ge, look at what you said, what does it mean to discuss it? It is our honor to be able to help you. If you say we discuss it, we will be very happy!"
As soon as the middle-aged man in black robe finished speaking, the man in brown robe was the first to speak.
The middle-aged man in black robe had a smile on his face and looked at the man in brown robe with approval.
The man in brown clothes immediately chuckled.
The other soldiers had bitter expressions on their faces.
"The middle-aged man in black robe is named Ge Yuankui. He belongs to a hundred households and is in charge of our residence. He opened a military forging shop in the border town to sell weapons. We were often asked to help forge soldiers and forge iron. Not only did we not get wages, we didn't even have food.
Supply, completely treating us people as free labor."
"The man in brown clothes is called Zhao Tuo. He is a complete flatterer and never misses any opportunity to please Ge Yuankui."
Lu Changhao was beside Mu Bei and lowered his voice.
Mu Bei nodded, that's it.
The sergeants of the Qin Dynasty, with military positions ranging from low to high, were corps commander, 100 households, 1000 households, school captain, princes and generals.
Ge Yuankui was in a hundred households and could govern hundreds of people. His position was not low.
"The buyer is pressing for weapons. Please pack them up and let me go."
Ge Yuankui said with a smile.
"Okay!" Zhao Tuo was still the first to respond, loudly saying: "Everyone, pack up quickly and set off with Master Ge immediately!"
All the soldiers immediately packed up their things. Although they looked bitter, they did not dare to refuse.
Ge Yuankui belongs to a hundred households, how can they afford to offend him?
It was also at this time that Mu Bei said: "Master Ge, I have other important matters and I can't help you. I'm sorry."
There were only five months until the military competition, and he must use all available time to collect military merit.
Everyone was startled and looked at Mu Bei strangely. Mu Bei dared to reject Ge Yuankui.
Ge Yuankui's face darkened, and before he spoke, Zhao Tuo looked at Mu Bei and said in a strange tone: "Newcomer, you know that Mr. Ge is in urgent need of manpower, but you shirk something important at this juncture. What does this mean?