Sixteen human Qi-refining practitioners, four in front and four in back, rushed towards Han Muye, while the remaining eight were on guard with swords.
This moment of cooperation took at least ten years of training.
After all, it is the human race, and only the human race can have such an exquisite formation.
In the wilderness, there are few races that can cooperate with each other like the human race and use the power of the formation to increase their combat power.
The more powerful a race is, the more obsessed it is with its own power and not good at cooperating.
The human bloodline is the weakest, but it is the most powerful.
Each of the sixteen human qigong masters who came today have fourth-level Yuanling cultivation.
Various phantoms of Yuanling appeared behind them, each displaying different power attributes.
The eight qi masters who surrounded and killed Han Muye each had their own characteristics and were inconsistent, but they cooperated with each other tacitly.
The eight Qi Practitioners on alert outside had smiles on their faces.
They have completed this kind of encirclement and killing mission countless times.
This kind of formation can easily kill the powerful men of all races at the sixth level of Yuanling.
The young man in front of him is absolutely unstoppable.
After killing it and applying the golden crow pattern, it is another achievement.
Today they are here to destroy the Golden Crow tribe here.
In front of Han Muye, the eight swords and guns had different speeds, but there was some kind of connection between the movements, blocking all his forward and backward paths.
This blow also convinced Han Muye that the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty was founded by Wanhua Immortal Lord.
This kind of combined attack battle formation technique cannot be passed down in the wilderness era.
After seeing through the battle formation, he no longer held back his hands, with a sinister look on his face, and a golden divine light flashed in his eyes.
gold!
"He has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, be careful!" the leading man shouted, using the long knife in his hand to move faster.
The long knife slashed down, but was blocked by the black long sword in Han Muye's hand.
The long sword was pressed in front of the handle and pulled diagonally.
"Stab-"
Brushing the long hilt, the sword's edge made a sharp sharp sound and pulled out long sparks.
The complexion of the big man in black changed. It was too late to change his moves, so he could only step back and let go of the long knife in his hand.
At this moment, Han Muye in front of him took a step forward, and as he retreated, he broke away from the surrounding area, leaving the other seven Qi Masters with their swords and guns out of position.
With one blow, their encirclement and killing formation was broken!
"careful!"
Someone shouted from the outside and rushed towards them. The remaining eight Qi Masters had noticed something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward.
But Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and followed it.
There is no need to display strong swordsmanship.
Like a butterfly piercing a flower, the sword's light is dim, and every time it shines, it brings out a pool of blood.
"when--"
After the long sword pierced the bodies of the three Qi Refiners, it was held tightly by a big man with iron-armored hands.
"kill!"
The big man gritted his teeth and growled.
The remaining Qi Masters rushed forward.
But the big man watched in horror as Han Muye let go of the hilt of his sword.
"Canglang——"
The Yuan Sheng Sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the left hand swiped past with a scream that tore through the void.
The big man's neck was cut open.
Blood splattered.
Gently withdrawing his sword, Han Muye turned around and disappeared.
"Stab-"
With one strike of the sword, another Qi Refiner fell to the ground.
"Fire!" A black-robed qigong master who took a few steps back raised his hand, and a golden divine pattern shone in his palm, turning into a three-foot fire snake and twisting towards Han Muye.
fire?
Han Muye pointed the long sword in his hand, and the power of Yuanling flashed out.
A pale purple Yuan Ling emerged, and the power of the Yuan Ling came out from the blade of the sword, crushing the fire snake, and then hit the frightened Qi Refiner's chest, crushing it to pieces.
"Eighth level of Yuanling!"
The remaining few people looked pale.
"Run away, summon the captain!" The big man who was forced to drop his long sword by Han Muye shouted in a low voice. The shadow of the four-layer Yuanling yellow snake behind him grew fiercely, turning into a five-foot trace, and moved toward Han Muye. Hit head on.
Self-destruction of Yuanling, a life-threatening blow.
Even the sixth level Yuanling should be careful with such a blow.
It's a pity that Han Muye is not at the sixth level of Yuanling.
The long sword in his hand stabbed forward, and the dagger in his left hand gently released.
A golden true spirit pattern shone on the long sword, and the sword light turned into a meteor and flew out. In the blink of an eye, it pierced the bodies of the fleeing human Qi Refiners and chopped their spirits into pieces.
When the flying sword fell back into Han Muye's hand, no one was standing around.
This made the big man who broke Yuanling stunned.
"ah--"
With a wild roar, the big man rushed towards Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand and slashed out with his sword, and blood burst out together with the roar caused by the shattering of the Yuanling.
The sword light dissipated, and all sixteen human Qi masters who came to hunt the Golden Crow clan were killed.
"Young patriarch!"
"Young patriarch!"
Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe, who were alarmed by the battle, rushed over and were a little stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
However, Han Dingyi and the others looked much calmer later on.
They had already quietly loyal to Han Muye, and Han Muye showed more tricks in front of them.
Seeing each other again at this time was no longer so shocking.
"Human race." Han Chaohu's expression turned cold as his eyes fell on those Qi Refiners.
After some investigation, everyone did not get much information, but they could probably confirm that these were the hunters of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty who rounded up the Golden Crow tribe.
In any case, the Golden Crow tribe is one of the ten thousand tribes in the wilderness, and it is still a glorious ethnic group among the major races. Unless it is a place directly ruled by the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, other places are still prohibited from encircling and killing the Golden Crow tribe. .
When encountering these hunters, most of the tribes refused to cooperate or even took action directly.
Of course, there are also people who secretly cooperate with it.
Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long sword of the leading man fell into his hand.
The long sword is made entirely of gold and iron. The material is not particularly good, but the craftsmanship is much better than the spear made by the Green Deer Clan.
However, this long sword does not have the true spirit divine pattern, because it is not of high grade and cannot carry the power of the divine pattern.
The faint power of the Yuanling penetrated the long sword, and images appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The place where the long sword was forged was indeed in the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
Distributed to hunters everywhere.
Hunters everywhere exchange their merits in hunting down the Golden Crow tribe for various cultivation resources.
Among them, those with outstanding merits can directly join the army of the Immortal Dynasty as officials.
"Tiger Leap Ridge, Chang Yao Taoist." Han Muye whispered, dispersing the power of the Yuanling.
When he goes to Huyue Ridge, he will meet Taoist Chang Yao, the captain of this team of hunters.
By the way, who gave Taoist Chang Yao the information and asked him to send people to surround and kill the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.
Han Muye looked into the distance, his eyes filled with deep divine light.
Everyone brought those swords and guns back to the clan, and these human bodies were naturally handled by beasts that smelled of blood.
The wilderness is a world of wild beasts.
"Young Chief, we cannot ignore the arrival of human hunters." In the stone room of the meeting hall, Han Yunhe looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes, back then -" Han Chaohu paused, then shook his head and said: "The human race can't just give up."
The patriarch of the clan, Han Qi, died because he resisted human hunters.
The human race has never been lenient in taking action, and they will not give up until the goal is achieved.
"I know how to do this." Han Muye nodded.
"You divide these weapons and let all the tribesmen in the third level of Yuanling realm have one."
Han Muye pointed at the swords and guns.
With the presence of these swords and guns, the tribe's combat power has been further enhanced.
Coupled with the fact that he has eaten enough meat recently and modified his exercises, it seems that his cultivation level has also improved.
Unknowingly, Han Shan's combat power was no longer what it used to be.
"I will transport the raw ore to the Qingdeer tribe in two days and let them smelt it."
"Han Dingyi, you guys have been hunting a lot of wild beasts recently, so you can use it to entertain all parties during the clan chief's inheritance ceremony."
Han Muye looked at everyone and said.
Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other, nodded and walked out of the hall.
Whether it is improving the combat power of the tribe or hunting more wild beasts, it is something that requires preparation.
Two days later, Han Jin and eight other young people from the tribe stood beside a large cart made of logs, carrying long wooden swords on their backs.
The cart was filled with black ore of fire essence iron ore.
"Roar--"
In the distance, there was a roaring sound coming from the mountain forest, and a black tiger was galloping towards them.
Those members of the Golden Crow clan who had never seen a black tiger looked panicked.
However, Han Jin and the others had already seen this ferocious tiger and had been to its cave, so they had no fear at this time.
Black Tiger ran to Han Muye, circled around the cart, growled a few times in displeasure, and then walked to the cart.
Han Muye waved his hand and asked Han Jin and the others to put the cart around Black Tiger's neck.
Black Tiger pulled the cart and moved forward slowly.
After only taking a few steps, Black Tiger's speed became faster and faster, from five or six feet in one breath to tens of feet in one breath, to hundreds of feet in one breath.
The cart was strong and flew up on all four wheels, being pulled up by the black tiger and suspended in the air.
Han Jin and the others quickly followed.
Han Muye chuckled and followed closely behind with his sword light.
Watching them leave, Han Chaohu looked at Han Yunhe and whispered: "Yunhe, go to Muyang Mountain and tell the Golden Crow Muyang tribe about the young patriarch's awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline."
Han Yunhe nodded solemnly.
Muyang Mountain is where the Muyang tribe of the Golden Crow tribe is stationed. It is 300,000 miles away, and there are nearly 80,000 Golden Crow people there.
Although the Muyang tribe does not have a strong man in the True Spirit Realm to guard it, there are three elders in the clan who are at the eighth level of Yuanling, and the clan leader Mu Changkong is at the ninth level of Yuanling.
These four have been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, and their Golden Crow bloodline has long been awakened. Together, even the true spirit masters can fight.
In the surrounding land for millions of miles, no one has been heard of awakening the Golden Crow bloodline for ten thousand years. The young leader of the Hanshan tribe awakening the Golden Crow bloodline is a major event for the entire Golden Crow tribe.
Now that hunters from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty have arrived, the Mu Yang tribe must know about this matter.
I believe that there will definitely be arrangements for experts to come and help Han Shan.
If Han Muye hadn't awakened the power of blood, Han Chaohu would not have asked Mu Yang.
"Go back quickly, I hope you can make it in time." Han Chaohu sighed and said in a low voice.
"I know." The golden crow shadow spread out behind Han Yunhe, no longer hesitating, and flew away.
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The bloodline of the Green Deer Tribe is good at smelting, and with the underground fire at the base, it can smelt various raw ores. All tribes from tens of thousands of miles around have sent raw ores.
The Green Deer tribe helps various tribes smelt and receive a portion of the raw ore as payment.
If you want to make weapons, collect some smelted spiritual materials.
"Roar--"
A long roar sounded, and people of all races on the avenue hurriedly fled.
A large car, pulled by a majestic black tiger, rushed towards the Green Deer Clan's camp.
The cart was filled with raw ore, and there was a young man in a leather robe sitting next to the cart shaft.
Behind the cart, Han Jin and the others ran with all their strength, activating their own Yuanling power. The yellow-orange Golden Crow phantom floated, its wings spread out, fluttering continuously, with blazing illusory flames.
"Golden Crow Clan?"
"Isn't the Jinwu tribe around here the Hanshan tribe that has declined?"
"The Black Tiger looks at at least five levels of Yuanling. These Golden Crows also have three or four levels of Yuanling cultivation. Are they really the Han Shan tribe?"
Seeing the cart and the Golden Crow people leaving with the dust and smoke, there was an uproar on the avenue.
Does the Hanshan tribe have such power?
"Hanshan tribe, I seem to have heard that they are going to hold a clan leader succession ceremony." Someone scratched his head and whispered.
"Yes, yes, I heard that their young patriarch is out of seclusion and wants to inherit the position of patriarch."
For a time, voices talking about Han Shanbu were everywhere on the avenue.
The Jinwu Hanshan tribe, which had been dormant for a long time, became the talk of the town.
The black tiger pulled the cart and ran quickly, and within a short time, he reached the hillside lined with stone houses in front of him.
Everywhere where fireworks were rising, there was a black stove two to three feet high.
"Smelting raw ore and moving forward."
"If you want to refine weapons and go up the mountain, the seventh elder will be in line first."
The people from the Green Deer tribe who came up stood in front of the black tiger, looking a little nervous.
The black tiger is two feet tall, which is really oppressive.
"We are going to smelt all these raw ores." Han Muye jumped off the cart and said loudly.
The faces of the Green Deer people are not much different from those of the human race, except that their eyes are close together and their heads and faces are a bit tapered.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the Green Deer clan members who came to greet them raised their hands and said, "The old rule is that you will be paid 30% of the raw ore, and you will get the ore after three months."
Thirty percent?
Three months later?
Han Muye frowned and looked around: "Is 30% too high?"
"Also, three months is too long."
At this time, two more Green Deer tribe members came over and looked at Han Muye and the black tiger pulling the cart. The two looked at each other.
"If three months is too long, you can go earlier, maybe one and a half months, but the reward will be 10% more." The white-haired old man on the left cupped his hands, "This is for the sake of the Golden Crow clan."
"You should see that there are still raw ores from many ethnic groups waiting to be smelted."
Not only will the price not be reduced, but the price will be charged 10% more.
Han Muye felt that he was being treated as a lamb to be slaughtered.
"The underground fire here is not from the Green Deer Clan, and your clan is not the one who can smelt raw ore." Han Muye looked at the Green Deer Tribe in front of him and said loudly: "There should be some room for business."
These words stunned the people of all races who looked around.
The three Green Deer tribesmen in front were also stunned for a moment, and then they laughed out loud.
"Are you from the Hanshan tribe?"
"I heard that the Hanshan tribe is in extreme decline. Are you reluctant to pay for the smelting of raw ore?" The old man from the Qingdeer tribe on the right laughed and looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.
"In this way, you take this raw ore to the Black Bear Clan's station in Tanling a hundred miles away. They also erected a smelting furnace a few years ago."
Not doing business?
Han Muye didn't stop, turned around and left.
"Forget it, the earth fire caused by the Tanling Black Bear Clan is too violent and cannot be smelted."
"Thirty percent has been a rule of the Qingzhi tribe for tens of thousands of years."
Someone around them whispered, ready to give Han Muye a favor.
After all, the black tiger is majestic and extraordinary.
Han Muye cupped his hands and led the cart away.
"Hmph, if he comes back again, I'll take 50% off him!" Behind him, the old man from the Qingdeer tribe shouted at the top of his lungs.
Han Jin and the others had angry expressions on their faces, and it was hard to get angry, so they could only run behind the cart.
The land of a hundred miles will be reached in just a moment.
This is a low-lying mountain with earthly fire. The surrounding area is filled with hot aura. There is a gray-black furnace in front, with flames rising.
The black bears who came up were tall and strong, with dark faces and furry ears.
The ethnic groups in the wilderness are also divided into three, six or nine levels. Only ethnic groups that have awakened a very strong bloodline, have many masters in the tribe, and can dominate one side can be considered a high-level ethnic group.
The bloodline strength of the Black Bear clan is not bad, but the strength of the clan here is weak.
Just like the Golden Crow tribe, the bloodline level is extremely high, but not all ethnic groups belong to the upper class. The Hanshan tribe does not have that qualification.
Hearing that Han Muye said he was here for smelting, the leader of the Black Bear Clan, who had the fifth level of Yuanling cultivation, looked surprised.
"We only want 10% of the reward."
"It's just that we can't control the losses."
"However, we are willing to help our friends from the Golden Crow tribe to smelt simple materials and make weapons without any payment."
Forge weapons?
This is something only a weapon refiner can do.
There are only a thousand members of the Black Bear Clan in Tanling, and the strongest one is at the fifth level of Yuanling. Is there a weapon refiner in the clan?
Seeing Han Muye's confused look, the leader of the Black Bear Clan named Tzu Chi was half worried and half proud as he explained the reason.
His only son, Ciyuan, the young patriarch of the Black Bear Tribe, has a talent for refining weapons. Although he is only a hundred years old, he has already mastered very proficient weapon refining skills. He also visited the human race weapon refining master at the trading place of Huyue Ridge and learned the complete The way of refining weapons.
100 years old.
Weapon refining talent?
Han Mu's ambition stirred, and he nodded: "If it can really be refined, I wouldn't mind giving these raw ores to you to build weapons."
Tzu Chi looked happy and asked the tribesmen to whisper a few words. Then he took off the war hammer from his waist and showed it to Han Muye.
The warhammer is crudely made, even worse than the methods used by the Green Deer Clan, but after all, there is a way to make it.
For a small ethnic group, with this method, they can settle down and live a comfortable life.
When he handed the warhammer back to Tzu Chi, a young man from the black bear tribe who was over ten feet tall came up from the front.
Seeing the young man, Han Muye's eyes revealed a dull light.
"Xiaoyuan, this is the young clan leader of the Jinwu Hanshan Tribe." Tzu Chi introduced him enthusiastically.
The black bear young man cupped his hands and said in a thunderous voice, "Ciyuan has met the patriarch Han Shao."
Han Muye's eyes turned to Ci Yuan's arm.
A faint golden sword shadow.
really.
Han Muye felt a little emotional. He really didn't expect that among the immortal cultivators who came with him, some of them would be so close to him.
It's just that Ciyuan's current power is not as powerful as his own soul, which can withstand the power of heaven and earth in this world, and he can't remember what happened before entering the Ruins Realm.
Han Muye could directly awaken the memory of his soul, but this would probably trigger a backlash from the power of heaven and earth, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
It's better to let it wake up naturally.
Hearing that Han Muye was entrusting a weapon refiner, Ciyuan also showed enthusiasm and led Han Muye and the others to the weapon refiner.
"Don't worry, Young Master Han, I made this furnace based on the furnace from the Green Deer Clan. It's very suitable for smelting."
"That's right. The fire in our area is a bit violent. When smelting, it sometimes destroys the raw ore."
This Ciyuan is also sincere and does not mince his words.
Han Muye looked at the furnace and frowned: "Directly igniting the fire?"
"Aren't you going to carve a divine pattern that controls fire?"
His words stunned Ciyuan.
Tzu Chi on the side also looked confused.
Han Muye didn't know how much raw ore had been smelted by this Black Bear Clan furnace.
But he knew that without a furnace that controlled the fire god's pattern, let alone the violent earth fire, in a place with mild earth fire, it would be lucky to be able to get half of the spiritual materials during smelting.
"Can your furnace produce 50% spiritual materials?" Han Muye looked at Ciyuan.
Ciyuan's face turned red, he shook his head, stretched out his thick palm, and slowly bent two fingers.
Only 30% is left.
This is at least half greater than the loss of the Green Deer Clan.
Coupled with the reward, no wonder those guys from the Green Deer Clan were sure that Han Muye would go back.
Ci Chi and Ci Yuan looked at Han Muye nervously.
It's rare for foreigners to come to smelt raw ore. This door-to-door business can't be bad again, can it?
"These raw ores can be smelted by you, but I want to engrave the fire-controlling pattern on this furnace." Han Muye looked at the furnace in front of him and said.
Seal carving divine pattern?
Ci Chi and Ci Yuan’s eyes widened.
The young patriarch of the Golden Crow tribe in front of him can actually carve divine patterns?
Isn't that the weapon refiner's method?
"I, the Golden Crow, control the Great Sun Divine Flame, so I naturally have experience in controlling fire." Han Muye looked at the two people and said.
so?
Ci Chi and Ci Yuan nodded blankly.
Han Jin and others standing behind were also at a loss.
The Golden Crow clan can control fire, but I haven't heard of any divine patterns that control fire...
Han Muye didn't care what they thought, stepped forward and slapped them with his palm.
"Peng——"
The silent ground fire suddenly exploded, and flames shot into the sky.
Golden light shone from his eyes, and golden source power emerged on Han Muye's fingers.
The golden light turned into a sharp edge and traveled over the tall blue-black furnace.
Rays of golden divine light floated.
Divine pattern!
This is a divine pattern!
Ci Chi and Ci Yuan stared at the divine mark that appeared and clenched their fists tightly.
They could feel that the divine pattern appeared, and the fire under the furnace in front of them seemed to be restrained, and it was no longer as violent as before.
The Tanling Black Bear Clan can control the earth fire here!
With this earth fire that can be controlled, the Tanling Black Bear Clan will definitely prosper!
Han Muye kept wandering around and carved three golden lines on the furnace.
"Here, use your blood to make a sacrifice." After the seal was carved in the furnace, Han Muye looked at Ciyuan and said.
"Me?" Ciyuan pointed at himself, with a confused look on his face.
"Isn't it you or me?" Han Muye stretched out his hand and pulled his arm. With a swipe of his fingertips, a cloud of blood fell on the golden divine pattern of the furnace.
The divine patterns on the furnace seemed to come alive, twisting and intertwining, and then golden light fell from them and wrapped around Ci Yuan's arm.
Taking advantage of this moment, Han Muye detected the message in the golden sword on Ciyuan's arm with his palm.
Zeng Daniu.
It turned out to be this guy.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
This guy looked tall and strong outside the Ruins Realm, but now he has become a Black Bear Clan directly after entering the Wilderness Ruins Realm.
Let’s see what his expression will be like when he wakes up his memory.
However, Han Muye was also happy to see Zeng Daniu's incarnation in this world.
This guy has always been very talented in refining weapons and will be able to help him in the future.
"Buzz——"
Golden traces intertwined with Ciyuan's arms, and Ciyuan's expression changed.
When all the golden light dissipated, there was a golden mark on his arm.
This is the certificate to control this furnace of earth fire.
"Okay, I'll leave these raw ores to you." Han Muye reached out and patted Ciyuan on the shoulder, turned around and left.
Ciyuan looked at Han Muye with a complicated look on his face, nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Han, I will smelt all the raw ore within three days."
"This time I, the Black Bear Clan, won't take any points."
Han Muye waved his hands and ignored these matters.
When he walked out a hundred feet away, there was a roaring sound of flames rising from behind.
"You guys are stationed at the Black Bear Clan, and when the spiritual materials are refined, they can be turned into weapons and brought back."
"I'm going to Huyue Ridge."
Han Muye looked at Han Jin and others and said in a deep voice.
He wanted to meet Taoist Chang Yao in Hu Yueling.
Han Jin and everyone behind him looked at each other and nodded.
Of course they would not object to whatever the young patriarch said.
Han Muye quickly walked out of the Black Bear Tribe's camp, and then walked into the mountain forest. The Black Abyss Sword was unsheathed and turned into a faint golden light. He flew away with the sword and headed straight for Huyue Ridge.
At this time, in Huyue Ridge, where all races trade, on a two-story building, a Taoist wearing black robes looked gloomy. On the table in front of him, sixteen broken crystals were lined up.
"A team of Hunters was wiped out?"
"Who did this?"
"Toyoma?"
"Tu Jiu?"
"The Golden Crow tribe, it's impossible..."
