"It seems... you guys are not convinced by me?"

After a little talk to Man Lei, Fang Yuan sneered when he saw the ten-men captains surrounding him: "Well... you go together. As long as one of them can force me to take a step back, I will give up the position of centurion."

"good!"

Among the barbarians, most of them were muscular men without heads, and they immediately roared and agreed.

While the Dharma image was flying, several guys rushed up directly.

Hissing!

Fang Yuan stood there, smiling faintly.

The ubiquitous sword energy suddenly burst out with him as the center, leaving blood marks on these people.

"Is this... the sword world?"

When Man Lei saw this scene, he couldn't help but murmured with shock: "No wonder he was taken to the Holy Mountain in advance and became a core disciple... This Fang Yuan is also ordinary in the tribe. He didn't expect that after going to the Man Palace, he would be reborn."

"How? Can I accept it?"

After the sword energy, Fang Yuan stood proudly, looking at the fallen bloody men and asked with a faint smile.

He kept his hands secretly. These people looked terrifying, but in fact, they were just flesh and blood injuries.

"Meet the Centurion!"

Although the barbarians lacked the will of a stubborn person, they were all willing to accept the loss and knelt down one after another.

"Forget it, I will appoint Man Lei as my deputy first. In addition to me, you should also listen to his words. Do you understand?"

Fang Yuan was unceremonious and nepotism.

"Abide by the order!"

Several dozen chiefs immediately responded.

...

In a blink of an eye, January passed.

On the grassland, Fang Yuan led his team and slowly walked out of the camp gate.

"So, the battle between cultivators in this world is this mode!"

Fang Yuan held a mustard in his mouth, looked into the distance, and murmured.

First of all, the main force of the opponent's attack this time was obviously mainly Kunyun Sect, and it can only be regarded as a small part of the power in the cultivation world.

After all, the outside world is vast and boundless, and the hatred between many cultivation sects may be even greater than that of the barbarians!

"Then, it's the form of battle, because both sides have immortals in charge, and a terrifying formation was set up in the camp. It's definitely a matter of asking for trouble when attacking the camp rashly!"

"The most important thing at this time is to let us wander around the areas divided by the two sides in the form of a team of hundreds or even ten people, lure the enemy in the area divided by both sides, and then fight and engage in a fierce war of attrition!"

"When one side consumes it until it cannot support it, it will naturally have to start a head-on battle, or take the initiative to escape from two roads and go."

...

Fortunately, this kind of small-scale contact battle between ten or hundreds of people not only does immortals not take action, but even the deification realm rarely appears.

With his extraordinary strength and a little luck, the team led by Fang Yuan naturally did not encounter any huge danger.

The personnel in the barracks next to them were reduced by 20% and they were only injured one or two, because of their unluckyness.

Since then, Fang Yuan's reputation has gradually spread. Other centurions also knew that a core disciple of the Holy Mountain who only had the Dharma Realm. Although his cultivation level was not good, he had excellent luck. He led his men to fight. Not to mention winning every battle, the casualty rate was extremely low.

In this era, being able to save the lives of subordinates will naturally be supported.

Fang Yuan's prestige was established unknowingly in such a small team.

Even the barbarian warriors in other camps envied their outstanding military achievements, but there were very few casualties, and they wanted to join in jealousy.

Fang Yuan naturally would not forget his roots, so he asked Man Lei to find some people from the Feiman tribe and began to store them and take care of them.

...

"If the immortals and the powerful people in the Divine Realm do not take action, we soldiers will be able to consume each other on the battlefield!"

This time, Fang Yuan took his ten-man men to the war.

Although this kind of war-torn environment was very hindering to his cultivation, it was not without benefits. At least, relying on military merits, he exchanged all the magical powers he had always wanted to exchange for.

As for the next treasure of the Bailian Body Training Technique? It is something that is also very precious to immortals. After hearing Jin Yuan say a few things, Fang Yuan rolled his eyes and had no hope for the sixth star of the Nine Star Continuous Pearl Secret Technique in the near future.

"Let's go!"

He led ten chiefs of ten men and disappeared on the grassland.

Around the two camps of barbarians and immortals, there are battlegrounds for many small teams to fight.

"We have entered the dangerous area, be careful of concealment!"

Fang Yuan warned, and his spiritual consciousness slowly dispersed and radiated to the surrounding ten miles.

This far exceeds the scope of spiritual consciousness exploration of Dharma images, and it is also the basis for him to have the confidence to lead the team to survive.

After all, his spiritual consciousness is definitely at the level of Yuandan at this time. Once he encounters danger, he can fully reach the level of deification by activating the secret technique. With such ability, it is naturally easy to escape the pursuit of Yuandan.

‘This kind of war of attrition, in fact, is the spiritual reconnaissance and detection and its own hidden ability…’

Fang Yuan felt something in his mind: ‘Is it the same as the war between radar and stealth fighter in his previous life? Similar to spears and shields, both sides need to continuously improve and eliminate each other…’

Of course, the battle between practitioners is even more terrifying and terrifying than this.

"The middle line has passed..."

After walking a distance for another time, a smile appeared on Fang Yuan's mouth, and he used the secret technique of "Nine Stars" to connect pearls.

In an instant, his spiritual consciousness expanded infinitely, and it was dozens of miles away.

During the scanning, many auras emerged one by one.

"Fifty miles southeast direction! There is a Yuandan team, which should be the elite leader led by the barbarian leader!"

"Thirty-five miles north! Discover the traces of cultivators! The other party has begun to quickly escape in the opposite direction!"

"There are combat fluctuations in the West...the distance is forty-four miles!"

...

A lot of information gathered and he kept summing up: "We went to the west, where two teams happened to encounter it!"

"Abide by the order...haha, they must have never imagined that the head's natural consciousness was so powerful..."

Man Lei and several other dozen men laughed.

With Fang Yuan exploring for them, the entire battle process... was like cheating.

"How strong is the enemy?"

The group ran for dozens of miles, and Man Lei asked carefully.

"There are four Yuandans in total, and there are dozens of Dharma figures, similar configurations to ours..."

Those ordinary soldiers in the plundering realm are not even cannon fodder on this elite stage. Instead, they don’t have to be on the front line of life and death every day. They just need to practice the formation in the camp.

Fang Yuan felt it, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "It seems... there are still a few familiar auras! Let's go!"

Their team accelerated their journey, and not long after, even Man Lei felt the violent fluctuations in the vitality of the heaven and earth ahead.

"Yan Luo! You can't escape this time. The three of us brothers took action personally and chased you alone. You should feel honored!"

Opposite, three golden elixir monks flew with their swords and were domineering in the air.

Below, Yan Luo emitted his head, hemorrhage in his chest, and he was still roaring wildly: "Foreign people... die for me!!!"

Behind him, a flame magic figure emerged instantly, spitting flames around him.

"Cold Bing·Feng!"

Seeing this, the senior brother of the three quickly pinched the magic tricks in his hand and pointed solemnly.

Ice appeared out of thin air, consuming the power of the flames.

"How much military merit would it be if you kill a core disciple of the Holy Mountain?"

The three Jindan brothers' eyes turned red and they released their flying swords: "Three talents trapped in the immortal formation, kill!"

"Damn it!"

Yan Luo couldn't help but feel a little desperate when he saw this scene.

The overwhelming sword energy fell, and his command suffered heavy casualties.

Among them, a female warrior wearing leather armor shouted loudly: "Centurion, don't be afraid!"

Her totem was a jade rabbit, and her body was emitting a shocking cold air. She stepped forward and swallowed all the ice walls one by one.

"Hmph, if you just build a foundation, you dare to interfere in the Golden Pill business and seek death!"

Seeing this, one of the sword-controlling monks flashed blood in their eyes and a flying sword light fell.

In the outside world, it doesn’t take much effort to kill the Foundation Establishment Stage for the Jindan stage. Among the barbarians, the gap between the Yuandan realm and the Dharma Realm is basically the heaven and earth.
To be continued...