Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The human race in the wild also has tyrannical tribes.

There are many large ethnic groups with millions of clansmen, tens of millions of clansmen, or hundreds of millions of clansmen, and many of them have soldiers.

It's just that they don't have much research on refining armor and other artifacts.

The powerful human races in the prehistoric are all attached to various groups of mythical beasts and have their own herds of totem beasts.

Although there are strong people among those human races, powerful priests and god tattoo masters are very powerful, but they have never thought of surpassing the divine beasts, or even controlling the divine beasts, and surpassing the divine beasts.

The Liaoyuan tribe has changed the status of the human race in the prehistoric world, from controlling the guardian beasts to refining the armor.

This promotion of status is in line with the rules of the prehistoric way of heaven.

The first battle armor was refined, and when the subsequent battle armor was refined, it became smoother, more refined, and stronger.

In half a month, fifty decent battle armors have been refined.

The black helmet and the body-wrapped armor have no aesthetic feeling at all, and they don't have all the auxiliary functions of those armors in the galaxy universe.

In a place like Honghuang, where the suppression of heaven is extremely strong, most of the armor of Galaxy Universe has become useless.

Coupled with the powerful individual strength of the prehistoric creatures, the use of the power of the blood and the original power, the armor produced by this refinement is particularly strong in defense.

Among the fifty armors, twenty are heavy armors.

Not only does it cover the human body, it even covers the body of the riding monster.

On the wasteland outside the Liaoyuan Tribe.

The roar sounded like an explosion.

Zhu Rong held a long spear in his hand, and a golden ten-foot phantom condensed outside his figure.

The spear in Xuying's hand swept across, and the two tribesmen who were riding demon wolves and wearing battle armor were lifted away.

On the other side, a clansman riding a black three-foot-long magic bull came up with a sledgehammer and collided with Zhu Rong's body, making him slightly turbulent.

However, this tribe was also kicked away by Zhu Rong.

Han Muye stood not far away with a slight smile on his face.

The Liaoyuan people around were fanatically cheering for Zhu Rong.

In their view, Zhu Rong is the strongest.

It is already unimaginable that battle armor and monsters can show such a strength bonus.

Whether it's refining equipment or other things, it's just a limited increase in strength.

Prehistoric cognition, blood, origin.

In the battle group, whether it was the charge of the monster wolf cavalry or the charge of the magic bull cavalry, they were all like children waving toys in front of Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong used these tribesmen to train himself, and at the same time showed his strength to the tribe.

As for those tribesmen who ride monsters and wear battle armor, they feel satisfied to fight Zhu Rong.

"boom--"

The streamer was shining, and the flames around Zhu Rong's body rose. He punched all the rushing clansmen away, and then left with a long smile.

Although the clansmen who drove the monsters were not injured, they struggled to get up, and those monsters were also exhausted.

"Follow me." At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

Master Han?

Everyone turn around. Seeing Han Muye walking slowly into the wilderness with his hands behind his back.

Everyone glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

The clansmen who had dispersed were also curious why Master Han took these people away.

Zhu Rong glanced at it from a distance, with curiosity on his face.

Ten days later, those clansmen who had left returned again.

Fifty tribesmen riding monster wolves and magic bulls, wearing battle armor, scattered back.

It seemed that they were all quite tired, and their battle armor also had various marks on their bodies.

However, everyone's breath seems to be a lot more dignified.

"What did they do?"

"Could it be possible that Master Han asked them to practice some skills?"

"So what if you practice again, can you beat Zhu Rong?"

Discussions started from all over the clan, and then gathered outside the tribe.

Zhu Rong also flew over.

"Fight one more time." Han Muye's voice came.

Another fight?

A smile appeared on Zhu Rong's face, and a strong flame rose from his body.

Ahead, the scattered armored cavalry also began to disperse.

"Then fight." Zhu Rong shouted loudly, and a phantom of ten feet appeared, with a golden armored spear, stepping out.

The scattered cavalry also shouted and rushed towards him.

But after only a while, Zhu Rong and the surrounding clansmen have already seen the difference between the demon cavalry.

Although the war knights are scattered, they all have a certain direction and their speeds are different, but if you look closely, they are all connected with each other.

Zhu Rong, holding a battle gun, wanted to make a move, but couldn't find which side to go first.

Just when he was hesitating, the warrior had already arrived.

Some fired guns, and some smashed down with heavy hammers.

Regardless of whether they hit or not, everyone is riding a war horse and fleeing far away.

Zhu Rong's battle gun was swept away, but he was hit by a collision and his footsteps were unstable.

This scene made the surrounding clansmen all open their mouths.

"drink--"

Zhu Rong was also annoyed, and ran towards the fleeing cavalry with a spear in his hand.

Those war horses speeded up and drew an arc, while the other war horses slowly chased behind, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Just chasing and fighting like this, Zhu Rong didn't really show his strength, and he really couldn't win these war horses.

"No way, they just escape like this, okay?"

"Is this the most recent advice from Master Han?"

"Don't say it, Zhu Rong really has nothing to do with them."

The discussion of the surrounding clansmen became louder.

Many people showed surprise on their faces.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, looking at the chasing team ahead.

Zhu Rong naturally also heard the discussion, and with a movement of his body, a pair of flame wings spread out behind him.

Flame wings flickered, and he had already landed before the fleeing cavalry.

"war!"

Some of the warriors whose way forward was blocked shouted loudly.

The originally loose warriors quickly gathered together, turned into a square formation, and then turned into a triangular cone, rushing towards Zhu Rong.

In the rear, the slower magic bull warriors also formed a formation slowly, turning into a square formation.

"boom--"

The triangular cone battle array rushed in front of Zhu Rong and collided with Zhu Rong's spear.

Zhu Rong's body shook, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The power of this battle formation far exceeded his imagination.

The triangular cone battle formation did not knock Zhu Rong away, and the magic cow battle formation behind had arrived.

"boom--"

The heavy hammer fell, and Zhu Rong's footsteps finally moved.

The thick magic bull phalanx blocked Zhu Rong's body, and those wolf demon warriors scattered, turning into triangular cones to attack.

Zhu Rong's footsteps were unsteady, so he could only keep backing away.

He has been suppressing his own strength, and has not used the original power of the fire pulse on his body.

But he can feel that the strength of the battle formation can already withstand the lower beasts.

Those clansmen were all stunned, the gray wolf not far away, and the Feiyun beast also showed solemnity in their eyes at this time.

The strength displayed by the battle formation is already comparable to them.

The eyes of Liao Yuan at the side flickered with divine light, revealing a trace of fighting intent.

"boom--"

In front of Zhu Rong, a golden wall of flames formed to block all attacks.

He raised his hand and thrust out the spear.

The wall of flames vibrated forward, pushing the magic bull warrior back.

On Zhu Rong's body, bloody divine light slowly surged.

The power he used has surpassed the ordinary lower-ranked beasts and moved towards the middle-ranked beasts.

This scene made those Liaoyuan tribesmen breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhu Rong is their god of war, how could he not even be able to resist a war cavalry?

Seeing the cavalry being pushed back continuously, Han Muye spoke softly.

"Let's change up."

Changes.

Following his words, the battle formation began to disperse.

But as they scattered, there was a slight surge of energy and blood in everyone's body.

"boom--"

A phantom of an iron armored wolf emerged.

Thirty feet tall, the Iron Armored Wolf had two horns on its head, and its eyes were blood-colored.

The wolf slammed into the wall of fire in front of Zhu Rong.

"boom--"

The wall of fire vibrated like a thunderbolt, and then shattered.

The phantoms above the heads of the warriors also exploded and dispersed.

All the warriors looked exhausted, obviously not much combat power.

The battle also ends here.

The warriors dispersed, and Zhu Rong stood there in a daze.

Not only him, those members of the Liaoyuan clan, and those beasts all stayed where they were with blank expressions.

This battle touched them too much.

Whether it is a war cavalry or a battle armor, it is still a human being who controls it.

It is their ordinary tribe.

When will ordinary people like them have such combat power?

Han Muye shook his head, and his figure dispersed in place.

After today, the Liaoyuan Tribe will definitely be very different.

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Among the stone houses.

In front of Han Muye, pieces of armor appeared.

These are the prehistoric battle armor and puppets he took out from the storage space, as well as many real weapons and fairy weapons.

In the prehistoric times, he has refined these warriors into a stable level of origin by replenishing the origin.

Only such weapons can play a role in the wild.

Otherwise, if it collides with those divine beasts, or collides with other armors, it will shatter.

Even when the power of heaven and earth in the wild is activated, it may be unbearable and shattered.

However, after refining and replenishing, Han Muye discovered that the power of these weapons was solid, but they didn't really stimulate the attributes they should have.

Because of the suppression of the power of heaven, the soldiers with solid origin seem to be ordinary weapons in the wild.

These weapons are all top treasures in the lower planes.

Recalling, in the sky plane, there seems to be no such suppressed phenomenon.

In the sky plane, the power of these uncompleted weapons will be discounted, but the power they exert is still tyrannical.

Especially after replenishing the source, it can show extremely strong combat effectiveness.

Could it be that the heaven plane is not as high as the prehistoric level?

Can't it?

Looking at the soldiers in front of him, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

Not to mention, if the prehistoric universe was not divided into countless layers and collapsed layer by layer, but a complete plane, it is really possible that the level of the universe was once higher than that of the sky.

There are countless overlords and strongmen in the wild.

Thinking of the Overlord, Han Muye raised his hand, Ziyang Cauldron, God Killing Spear, Tianhan Hammer and other treasures flew out.

These treasures fell in front of him, and looking at them now, he finally found the difference.

origin.

These treasures are all refined from the complete source, and there are clearly divine patterns lingering among them.

It is not the divine pattern in the prehistoric world, but the divine pattern of the heavenly plane.

No wonder the treasures refined by the Lord of Nine Profound Peaks will become the seven world-defying treasures.

The origin of these treasures is not owned by the lower plane at all, and the power of them is much higher than that of the lower plane.

Seeing through the source, faint golden lights appeared alternately on Han Muye's body.

This is the comprehension of the power of heaven and earth.

The comprehension this time is different from before, as if a fusion of heaven and earth power appeared in front of him, and then turned into a square of heaven and earth.

This is, the beginning of the world?

The world is also formed by the way of refining?

Han Muye didn't dare to think about it, but he was able to find the balance between the forces of the heaven and the earth, and find the way of refining weapons.

Between the heaven and the earth, one after another divine light stays, showing its own halo.

The fiery red sun, the dark full moon, green grass, red flowers, hard rocks, icy frost and snow...

Han Muye, who had already comprehended the Dao Divine Rune, was finally able to see everything clearly this time.

Whether it is the original source or the divine pattern, including the endless power, they are all appearances.

They should have been given their own attributes.

Fire was originally used to roast everything.

Water is meant to moisten and cleanse everything.

Gold, sharp and thick, earth, thick and distant, wood, everything grows...

Seeing through the source, everything in front of you is the source.

Seeing through the refining tool, the refining tool is in every gesture.

Between the rotten wood and the magic, there is only a pair of god's palms.

At this moment, Han Muye's aura suddenly sublimated.

He seemed to penetrate the world and see the entire infinite world.

The god of refining.

At this moment, he understood the origin of the way of refining weapons.

He stretched out the palm of his hand, and on a piece of pale golden ore, a small red flower bloomed.

A thought blooms.

The little flower was turbulent and turned into a butterfly, spreading its wings and walking away.

All creatures.

This is the God of Artifact Refining, stepping into the realm of living beings.

From then on, the treasures refined by Han Muye could contain the original spirit.

"Om—"

At this moment, the entire Honghuangruins world was slightly shaken.

Those hidden overlords all raised their heads and cast their gazes into the dark world.

It's just that no one can find out where this tremor of heaven and earth came from.

"Will it really be different this time in Honghuangruins Realm?"

In the dark world, someone whispered.

This whisper, no one answered.

...

For half a year, the entire Liaoyuan tribe was busy refining weapons.

After the first battle that day, Zhu Rong personally went to Yunluo Mountain to mine Fuyun Iron and returned, and then worked with his clansmen to refine armor day and night.

Even the flying cloud beasts and other divine beasts seem to be stimulated, crazily depicting divine patterns.

In half a year, the group formed a total of 800 wolf cavalry and 200 magic bull cavalry.

These thousand warriors are all that the current Liaoyuan tribe can produce.

Not every clansman is qualified and capable to become a warrior.

One after another selection, the winners cheered and the losers cried bitterly.

No one wants to be weak.

To become a war cavalry, compared with other tribesmen, the combat strength is only two or three times worse, but after training, forming a battle formation, the strength is a hundred times worse!

With such a gap in strength, who wouldn't want to reach the sky in one step?

"Woo--"

In the distance, horns sounded.

A group of gray wolves came running, bringing dust and smoke.

"Zhu Rong, the ore delivery team was robbed twenty thousand miles away!"

"The flying cloud beast escorted was injured."

The person who spoke was a member of the Liaoyuan tribe who was wearing a battle armor and riding a wolf.

"call--"

Hearing that the Feiyun Beast was injured, the Liaoyuan Divine Beast flew away.

Among the group, Zhu Rong stood up slowly.

"Liaoyuan Warrior, come with me—"