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At this point, all the aborigines of the Blue Mountain tribe have fallen into passionate passion. The disciples of Zhantang will be taught swordsmanship by Yin Luoyao and Chu Yulu for four hours every morning, and practice on their own during the remaining time.
In the secret hall, Cheng Ling personally taught him the method of assassination. The triangular spur was a powerful killing weapon. Unfortunately, it had not been forged yet and could only be replaced by sharp branches. Cheng Ling also encouraged them to step out of the earthen wall and take the initiative to fight the demon spirits. Only through the experience of blood and fire can the calmness and intuition of an assassin be cultivated.
The women and children in the inner hall were not idle either. They were responsible for logistics and had all the strategic materials such as meat, water, bows and arrows ready, ready for war at any time.
The forging hall led by Lu Ping had the smallest number of people, and since the materials were not in place, it was easier. However, it also felt a big headache for the three-sided military spurs Cheng Ling asked to forge. This kind of weapon was extremely destructive but very light, especially its mechanical configuration, which almost made them worry about it.
Everything is developing in an orderly manner. Mr. Lan Feng walks around the tribe with a smile every day, and he no longer feels the dull atmosphere in the past.
In fact, he was also anxious. Cheng Ling and others would disappear without a trace after teaching their disciples every day, and would not appear again until the next day. It was very mysterious. When would they plan to attack the Mad Bear Tribe?
Of course Cheng Ling understood the old man's feelings, but he had no intention of grinding his teeth. In addition to training his disciples every day, he spent the rest of the time outside the tribe with Yin Luoyao and Chu Yulu, killing demon spirits to improve his physical strength.
The Blue Mountain Tribe is located on the edge of the Demon Spirit Continent, and the demon spirits on the corresponding edge are not very strong. Most of them are one- and two-stripe demon spirits, and there are only a very few three-stripe demon spirits. In Cheng Ling's words, if you don't improve your level as soon as possible in Novice Village, will you have to wait until you go to the central area and be abused?
Yin Luoyao and Chu Yulu were convinced and joined the team without hesitation.
On the seventh day, Lu Ping took the lead in forging ten swords. Cheng Ling was very satisfied after seeing it. The newly forged sword is very sharp, almost comparable to the Han Light Sword, but it lacks the immortal essence and attribute bonus.
Both the monastic system and the longevity of the aborigines in the Demon Spirit Continent are completely different from those in the Immortal World, but the weapon refining methods are superior. He secretly decided in his heart that Lu Ping was a talented person and he must protect him well. When Zhang Hu was rescued, he would be able to learn the method of forging.
Naturally, Cheng Ling intercepted five of the ten newly forged swords and supplied them to Chu Yulu and others respectively. With the help of swords, Wu Tianfeng, Ye Qiuhe, Jin Yanrong, and Lu Xueqing also joined in the killing of demon spirits.
They are new to kendo and need more experience. At first, Cheng Ling and the other three were still guarding the four of them, for fear of any accident. Later, when he got better and was able to defeat two demon spirits alone, he felt relieved and allowed them to perform freely.
Time passed slowly, and half a month had passed. Lu Ping finally forged twenty three-sided military thorns. There was not enough material, and this was the limit.
The old man was secretly ashamed. The Blue Mountain tribe's foundation was too weak. If they had enough materials, they could soon arm an army of at least a thousand people. But he was not discouraged, because there was Cheng Ling. Although this guy has a rough temper, he has enough clever ideas and he can definitely come up with a solution!
He came to Cheng Ling's residence excitedly and wanted to know when to act. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling didn't care about him at all. He became anxious and cursed: "Old man, you have been waiting for more than a month, do you need to be in such a hurry? You must know that sharpening a knife is not a waste of woodcutter, and the disciples of the War Hall and the Secret Hall If your strength has not increased, how can you fight with others? There are just a few hundred people, do you want to see them die?"
Under the pressure of righteousness, Cheng Ling spoke with certainty. The old man was speechless and KOed instantly! Went back dejectedly!
However, Cheng Ling did not relax in the slightest. Twenty people have a fighting style, and the plan will continue to advance steadily. However, in order to have greater certainty, the realm of these twenty secret hall disciples must be raised to a higher level. .
He selected twenty disciples from the secret hall who had reached the peak of the first line, pulled them out of the earthen wall, and fought with Wu Tianfeng and others, striving to advance to the level of two-line talisman masters.
Time passed slowly, and soon another month passed. With the help of Cheng Ling and others, almost each of the twenty secret hall disciples killed thousands of demon spirits, and finally all of them were promoted to second-mark talisman masters.
Cheng Ling, Yin Luoyao, and Chu Yulu were promoted to three-mark talisman masters.
Wu Tianfeng, Ye Qiuhe, Jin Yanrong, and Lu Xueqing were promoted to second-line talisman masters.
By now, Cheng Ling finally realized that he and others were different from the aboriginal people on the Demon Spirit Continent.
As Lan Feng said, the seven of them can advance to a level by obtaining hundreds of demon spirit sources. However, for those aboriginals, just the gap between the peak of the first line and the early stage of the second line requires thousands of demon spirit sources. The next half month was spent helping those twenty people improve.
And he also discovered a special feature. The tattoos of the aborigines showing their cultivation were on the heart, while for outsiders like them, they were on their arms, which was the same position as the tattoos of the Songfengguan killer.
This was somewhat intriguing. Cheng Ling once suspected that the mountain gate of Songfengguan was within the Demon Spirit Continent. Unfortunately, there is no evidence, and the old man is silent about the traces of the man in black, so he can only let it go for the time being.
But at this time, he also decided not to delay any longer and it was time to take action. With the strength of his own seven people and the twenty secret hall disciples, he is already 70% sure, and it is worth a try!
At night, Cheng Ling took the initiative to come to the patriarch's residence. The old man had been waiting in the living room.
Seeing Cheng Ling, he quickly stood up and went to the side to greet him. After sitting down, he asked: "Great Protector, when will we start taking action?"
"It will start tomorrow. At that time, I will ask the old man to bring all the meat in the tribe, as well as the disciples from the War Hall and the Secret Hall to the Wild Bear Tribe."
"Oh, just these are enough? Where are you?"
"A few of us will dress up as your bodyguards and follow you around. This way, we have to pass through the desert area. We will not stop along the road and head to the Mad Bear Tribe as quickly as possible."
Lan Feng perked up and said, "Okay! The prosperity of the Blue Mountain Tribe will be left in the hands of the Great Protector!"
The next day, Cheng Ling and others got up early, and Lan Feng led the Zhantang and Secret Hall disciples to wait by the lake. After seeing Cheng Ling, he nodded slightly and said loudly: "Let's go!"
"Ho ho"
Hundreds of disciples roared several times, followed Lan Feng and Cheng Ling, opened the heavy wooden door in the fort, and headed towards the desert. There are less than a thousand aborigines staying in the fort, and their eyes contain reluctance and hope.
They are fighting for the future of the tribe. As long as they succeed, the tribe will have endless meat, strong and tall fortresses, and sharp weapons. They have taken away the ardent expectations of the entire tribe!
Judging from the sand table, the distance between the Blue Mountain Tribe and the Wild Bear Tribe is not that far. But Wangshan was a dead horse. According to Lan Feng, it would take at least ten days to cross the desert to raid the Mad Bear Tribe.
This time is not short. You must know that the only aborigines left in the tribe are some old, weak, sick and disabled. In addition, Ling ordered to take away almost 90% of the meat during this trip. Even three daily meals in the tribe are a problem. When the demon spirits attack, the entire tribe cannot withstand it.
Even if this group of people gets the news and comes back to support, they are still beyond their reach! For this reason, Lan Feng worried all night, and once wanted to persuade Cheng Ling to change his plan, but in the end Cheng Ling's words made him completely determined.
"The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If you don't have the courage to give it a try, it's better to give up on that unrealistic dream!"
Thinking about it, the Blue Mountain tribe is currently weak. If it is not annexed by other tribes, it will be conquered by the demon spirits sooner or later. It is better to burn everything and secure a bright future. Lan Feng felt like a gambler, putting everything he had on Cheng Ling.
He just looked at the boy who was leading the way, teasing with several extremely beautiful junior sisters, and ordering Long Peng to do this and that, without any sense of nervousness, as if he was taking the disciples in the tribe out for an outing.
He was so angry that he stopped Long Peng who was running beside him and asked: "Long Peng, what are the regulations of the Great Protector? How should we attack and how can we capture the leader of the Mad Bear Tribe? Do we have any plans?" ?”
Long Peng smiled bitterly and said: "Clan leader, I don't know either. The Great Protector only asked me to pay attention to the trends in the desert at all times, so as not to be caught off guard by the demon spirits!"
It is said that since Long Peng became Cheng Ling's bodyguard, he practiced swordsmanship together under his guidance, and took him with him every day when he went out to kill demon spirits.
In Cheng Ling's words: You have become my bodyguard. If you can't even reach the level of a second-mark talisman master, wouldn't it be a disgrace to me? Hurry up, don't sit in the fort and practice hard. Only actual combat is the fastest way to improve.
In this way, he and twenty secret hall disciples spent the whole day among them killing demon spirits. After a month, he has been promoted to the second level Talisman Master, and the promotion time is the earliest. Now he has entered the middle stage of the second level, which is only a small level lower than the clan leader Lan Feng.
I couldn't express my gratitude to Cheng Ling in my heart, and I pledged my loyalty to him to the death. His orders were more effective than the old man's words.
Lan Feng had no choice but to go forward in person, but there were waves of strange roars coming from the distance. His expression suddenly changed and he said: "Go and report to the Great Protector, there are many demon spirits coming, so be ready to fight at any time!"
"Damn it, this kid insists on taking the desert route, without any defensive measures, facing the attack of demon spirits, isn't this just causing more casualties to the disciples?"
Before he finished complaining, Cheng Ling had already noticed the movement. He calmly turned to Lan Feng and said: "Old man, there is a wave of demon spirits over there. It's just time to see the results of the past month's practice. We will raid the formation for you, and you will lead the disciples of the war hall." Go and meet the enemy!"
Lan Feng was startled and asked sharply: "What! You actually want me to do it myself. Where are you people? What are you planning to do?"
Wu Tianfeng chuckled and said: "Clan leader, don't worry, most of those demon spirits only have one mark. With your physique and the elites of the battle hall, are you still afraid of them?"
Lu Xueqing wrinkled her cute nose and said, "How can Third Senior Brother underestimate the clan leader? It won't take long for these demon spirits to be wiped out!"
The corner of Lan Feng's mouth twitched. One of the two men provoked and the other raised his general, making it clear that they wanted him to step forward to meet the enemy. He turned his eyes to Cheng Ling, his face full of suspicion.
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