Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The result of a hundred battles!

Zhentian Guards Camp!

When Yang Yunfeng finished speaking, there was a low cry around him.

Although there are many soldiers in the Death Battalion, and they are extremely courageous when fighting, it is difficult to find one who can truly achieve success in a hundred battles, even in three to five years.

That means fighting hundreds of powerful enemies and killing hundreds of practitioners or strange beasts outside the Pantian plane during the battle to conquer the sky.

In addition to crushing cultivators in the world, it would be extremely difficult to kill hundreds of practitioners at the same level.

No one dares to say that since he is the protagonist of destiny, he will be undefeated in every battle.

Once such a battle is lost, it is very likely that one will be killed and lose one's life.

"It is not difficult for this person to have accomplished hundreds of battles. After all, his cultivation is not bad, and he has powerful assistants. He is just a centurion of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, and you actually directly invited him to join the Heaven-Suppressing Guard?"

Not far away, someone murmured.

"It's not the ordinary Heaven-Suppressing Guard, but the Jiawei Camp." Someone's eyes fell on Yang Yunfeng and he lowered his voice.

There are four levels of military guards in the Zhentian Guard: A, B, C and D. The Jia Guard Battalion is the top one among them.

If Han Muye could join such a military guard, he would have a great chance to become an ordinary soldier among them.

In the Jiawei camp, Han Muye can get a lot of resources, and his future practice will definitely be extraordinary.

All envious eyes fell on Han Muye.

Yu Rongkai and the garrison soldiers behind him showed fear on their faces and took a step back unconsciously.

The guarding military lieutenant also narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at Yang Yunfeng, chuckled, and then shook his head.

Yang Yunfeng was just about to speak again when he saw Han Muye raise his hand, and a pale golden token appeared in his palm.

"hiss--"

"That's the Heaven-Suppressing Order!"

"Fuck, this person is actually in charge of the Heaven-Suppressing Order, no wonder he is so confident."

"Haha, in charge of the Heaven-Suppressing Order, you are not guilty of murder. As long as you can pass the Heaven-Suppressing Trial, you can directly enter the Heaven-Suppressing Guard."

There was an exclamation, and countless soldiers stared wide-eyed.

To become a Heaven-Suppressing Guard, one is to join the Death Battalion and exchange for the qualifications of a Heaven-Suppressing Guard with meritorious service in hundreds of battles.

The other is to directly possess the Heaven-Suppressing Order and have the qualifications to become a Heaven-Suppressing Guard.

No matter which one it is, it is extremely difficult.

Especially possessing the Heaven-Suppressing Order is something that outsiders simply cannot possess.

Those who can possess the Heaven-Suppressing Order are favored by the powerful members of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, or are exchanged for great achievements.

"H-how could he have the Heaven-Suppressing Order..." The guarding military captain looked at the token in Han Muye's hand and whispered in disbelief.

"Our Shenhe County has not issued a Heaven-Suppressing Order for a hundred years. They are all recruited from the death camp. Where did he get the Heaven-Suppressing Order?"

Yu Rongkai looked pale at this time, wishing he had never been here.

For him, his nephew is dead as long as he dies, and he must not leave him here.

"Haha, no wonder." Yang Yunfeng didn't seem surprised, but laughed out loud.

He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Han, go and redeem your military merits."

"As for the killing just now, let alone your status as a member of the Death Battalion, you can't help but kill. It's because of the Heaven-Suppressing Order. Killing a few insignificant practitioners is nothing."

From beginning to end, Yang Yunfeng didn't even look at Yu Rongkai.

What does it mean to be a mere garrison?

Han Muye looked at the guarding captain, then turned and walked towards the tent where military merit was exchanged.

The captain's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

All around, the onlookers made a noise and dispersed.

Many people curiously went to the big tent to see how much military merit Han Muye could redeem.

Yu Rongkai's expression changed, he turned to look at the soldiers behind him, and lowered his voice and said, "Let's go, I admit this."

recognize.

So what if you don’t recognize it?

Han Muye actually had the Heaven-Suppressing Order in his hand. If he wanted to fight him, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Seeing Han Muye leave, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no trouble pursuing him.

As for being arrogant when I came here before, forget it.

When Han Muye arrived at the main tent, groups of soldiers lined up and took out their identity cards.

On the identity card, there is a record of his own military exploits.

"Taoli of the 3463rd Battalion, if you accumulate three battle merits, you will be rewarded with three high-grade Pantian Stones."

The soldiers who were counting military merits shouted, and the pale young man in front managed to squeeze out a smile.

Several people around him patted his shoulders to comfort him.

"Brother Tao, if you can accumulate military merit in this battle, your future will be limitless."

"That's right, there are no more than a hundred people in your battalion who can perform three attacks."

The crowd gathered and left the tent.

"Hu Jiazi of the 5841st Battalion has accumulated twenty-three military exploits and was rewarded with eleven Shiyuan Pantian Stones."

The soldier shouted and looked up at the majestic man.

When they heard that he had accumulated twenty-three military merits, everyone else turned to look at him.

The big man's body was surging with energy and blood, and he was obviously half a step into the Shiyuan realm.

"Brother Hu, I wonder if your battalion is short of people?"

"Brother Dao, do you want to form an alliance?"

"Hey, do you want it?"

The big man put away the Pantian Stone and walked out of the big tent with a grin.

Han Muye and the others lined up, and many people around them paid attention.

When people in front heard the discussion behind them, they all moved out of the way.

"9528th Battalion, Lu Changcheng, accumulated military merit, eighty-two!"

The soldiers who were inspecting their battle achievements whispered and widened their eyes.

Eighty-two military merits, this is the highest military merit he has seen so far.

"eighty two!"

"Fuck, someone actually accumulated eighty-two military merits!"

"After eighty-two battles, wouldn't it mean that he would directly become the Heaven-Suppressing Guard?"

"It won't work. Only the Death Battalion has the rule of conquering the sky in a hundred battles. But if you can achieve eighty-two military achievements in one battle, you will definitely be valued. There will be no shortage of opportunities in the future."

He was surrounded by envious soldiers.

Then, the face of the young man named Lu Changcheng was red, and he seemed to be a little shy.

"Brother Lu, I wonder if you would like to come to my camp and give you the position of captain of thousands?"

"Fellow Taoist, there is a governor in my garrison, would you like to come?"

Several voices sounded around, all soliciting.

Lu Changcheng raised his head, his face flushed, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "I, I can't do it."

"Don't look for me."

As he spoke, he collected the bag of Pantian Stones as a bounty, turned around and left.

"Your identity tag." Behind him, the soldiers checking military merit chased and shouted.

"Hey, you are young."

"Tsk, tsk, that's reckless."

"It's a pity that with such military achievements, I don't know how to find a good opportunity for myself."

Several people around were whispering.

The soldier who was inspecting military merit also shook his head.

The opportunity is in your hand, if you can't grasp it, you can't blame others.

While shaking his head, he reached out and took the next identity tag.

"9528th Battalion, Cao Zitang, military exploits, military exploits——"

The soldier's eyes widened and he stared at the identification tag in front of him.

"War achievements, one hundred and one!"

The result of a hundred battles!

In an instant, the tent seemed to be boiling.

Countless exclamations came.

Eyes fell on the thirty-year-old man.

This is the result of a hundred battles!

"Fellow Daoist Cao, our garrison is short of a captain."

"Fellow Daoist Cao, I can't recruit you to the Heaven-Suppressing Guard for the time being. You can act with us first to ensure that you can join the Heaven-Suppressing Guard."

Voices sounded.

The thirty-year-old man murmured a few words, ignored anyone, collected his bounty, took his identity card and left.

"Hey, you, you have to seize the opportunity-"

"Don't leave, you won't even go to Zhentianwei?"

The inspection soldier looked complicated, shook his head, and took the next identity tag.

Zhang Mingyuan stood there with a calm expression.

The soldier who took the jade card had a clear jade card in his hand, and his voice sounded.

"Nine-five-twenty-eighth battalion, Zhang Mingyuan, military merit—fuck!" (End of this chapter)