Clark returned to the system again and purchased two hundred sets of heavy-bearing light armor, two hundred and eighty sets of longbows, spears, long swords and shields in the system space. He knew that there were nine villages in this mountain range. More than two hundred young people did not need them to participate. As long as half of them were then he could form a full-scale team of 100 people. He was a little excited to think about what kind of combat power he would have if he rushed.

Clark remembered that he hadn't been to the Tomb of God for a long time. The first place he went to when he entered the Tomb of God was to chat with Curris. This was what he promised.

"Little guy, you're here." Curry was very happy to see Clark arrive.

"Sorry, I've only recently got off the battlefield in the battlefield during this period and brought you something." After saying that, Clark took out a jar of wine from the storage ring. This kind of wine, which is the cheapest in all cities, is simply nectar for Curry, who cannot leave the God Tomb for trillions of years.

"It's hard for you. I haven't drunk for a long time." Curry swallowed and couldn't wait to use his strength to snatch several wine tanks and float them in front of his mouth. "What, the wine in the mortal world is so boring, it's better than nothing."

"Don't be dissatisfied. I'm in a remote place and can get these wines. I can't get these wines for a month or two. I'll save some drinking and stay on the battlefield for a long time."

"Oh." Curry took the wine Clark took to him and looked like a rich miser. Clark felt very ridiculous. "By the way, why are you doing on the battlefield with such strength?"

"It's like this. I found that my cultivation strength has almost no progress and there are also inner demons that have caused the mood to break. So I decided to go to the battlefield to increase my combat experience and hone my mind. The second is that I feel that I can't do anything to regain my own things, so I want to cultivate a group of trusted subordinates on the battlefield who are trustworthy and able to fight."

"You still dislike the slow improvement of your strength. Then you will know what it means to increase your strength by reaching the lower god level. It takes a hundred to a thousand years to improve a little strength by the lower god. It takes four to five hundred to two to three thousand years to improve the same amount of strength by the middle god. The higher the strength level, the longer it takes to increase the strength. What is the time you consume? " Curris curled his lips and said, "By the way, you seem to use basic combat skills as the main combat method, right?

You'd better visit the God Tomb No. 35.916.333. The sleeping guy there is a guy who has mastered his basic skills to the extreme. It's a pity that he encountered a god war when he just reached perfection. You should know that even the God Emperor will fall on the battlefield of gods, let alone the lower gods of cannon fodder level. However, he was also powerful and took away tens of thousands of enemies of the same level and enemies of over six thousand higher than him one or two levels before his death."

"So fierce!"

"No matter how strong it is, why don't you die? But to be honest, his score ranks among the top 30 in his personal single game record. Those who are better than him either reach the God King or use the God Forbidden Spell." Curry said, "With your current strength, you will be enough to cultivate to the lower level of gods."

After chatting with Curris for a while, he was about to leave and he still had a lot to do, but I couldn't help but wonder, and went to the tomb of the god Curris mentioned.

When he entered the tomb of God, he saw doors, each of which was carved with a weapon, sword, axe, bow, knife, meteor hammer, whip, dagger, etc. He walked to almost the last position before he saw a weapon such as a gun directly pushing open the door. He found that behind the door was a corridor, but statues stood beside the corridor.

Clark walked a few steps and the statue next to the corridor appeared in front of him to block the way forward. This is the guardian of the God Tomb. Each god tomb has his own unique guardian. Clark, the guardian of the God Tomb, was not surprised. He drew his gun and the scene changed. He and the statue appeared in a small stable space at the same time.

"The primary spear stabbing technique, as long as you can hit the statue's spear tip with each hit, it can pass." A rough voice sounded in the space "Prepare~ Start!"

The statue's spear stabbed thirteen gun shadows, and Clark easily stabbed these thirteen gun shadows, but the statue's spear stabbed his gun shadow and directly stabbed him out of the small world.

"How could I not have stabbed the tip of the gun? Did something go wrong?" Clark closed his eyes and replayed the scene in the small world just now. "Oh, that's it, I not only need to stab the tip of the gun but also block the spear's stab."

Clark, who knew where he was wrong, approached the statue again, entered the small world again, fought against the statue again, used all his strength, but was still stabbed and quit the small world, what's going on? Clark, who was puzzled, closed his eyes again and recalled the situation just now. The statue did not use divine power! It did not use power superposition! It did not use advanced weapons! But why can't he stop it?

Clark, who did not believe in evil, broke into the statue again and again, and was stabbed again and again. He tried different methods every time, but he did not succeed once. After a thousand attempts, he sat cross-legged and began to enter into a state of chaotic emotions of abandoning hearing, touch, smell, and scent. He played himself over and over again in his mind. He did not understand why he failed so thoroughly with the same power. He failed more than a thousand times but could not find the reason for the failure. This is what Clark was worried about.

Clark, who was replaying the ignorant Clark turned his attention to the statue. He felt awkward, but he couldn't say that he was awkward. He looked at his movements thousands of times and then looked back at his movements. Then he suddenly realized what was wrong. Clark, who was originally very proud of his gun skills, now he found that he was similar to the apprentice who had just started his apprentice in front of the movements of the statue. How could he find that he was secretly blaming himself for his experience in the movements of the statues. The more he paid attention to the more things he found.

"It turns out that there are great perfection, extraordinary and saints above perfection, and I am too immersed in the well to observe the sky." Clark woke up from the meditation and saluted respectfully to the statue. Although the failure of more than a thousand times brought him physical pain, the value of the things that he had realized was the value of this generation.

Clark left the God Tomb and returned to the system space to retreat directly. There was a time difference between the God Tomb and the retreat room, so he spent a long time inside. In reality, I'm afraid he didn't even have a day. Clark repeated his own understanding over and over again in the retreat room. Every time he repeated it, he would have more understanding.

He returned to his residence in reality with two brand new spears. The two spears he used were worn out when he was in seclusion and practiced. The friction between light and air could make the two spears wear out so fast that they could not be used. It is conceivable how fast Clark was now using the gun.

When I returned to reality, I found that nearly two hundred people were being tutored and trained in the training ground. "What's going on with the old fox!"

"Sir, these are the eight surrounding villages who are willing to join us and come over to receive the assessment." The old fox pointed to the young people on the training ground and said, "The qualities of these young people are really good, and they can become good players even if they are tempered."

"Lord!" Meng Huo came over with Mrs. Zhu Rong, who was moist and radiant. "If these people stayed and trained, they would not be worse than the tribes under their ranksmen back then. There were two little guys with excellent qualifications who would definitely be a powerful general for the lord if they were trained properly."

"What an excellent method?"

"A carriage that can only be pulled by five horses by one hand is pulled away by one. Although the other is not born with divine power, it has a very strong talent for swords."

"The old fox called the two of them to let me see." Soon two young men dressed in short clothes followed the old fox.

"Sir, this is called Ahan's natural divine power, and this is called Forrest Gump is good at using swords."

Yan (Clark) looked at the two, "Mrs. Zhurong, General Meng Huo, don't know if the two are interested in accepting Forrest Gump to teach him martial arts?"

"I'm willing!" Mrs. Meng Huo and Zhurong nodded repeatedly with a smile.

"Forrest Gump is not paying homage to the master yet!" The old fox pointed out how Forrest Gump should salute, and Ah Han looked envious.

"Ahan, I heard that you are born with divine power and don't know if you can move this weapon?" After saying that, a Fang Tian Hua Ji was inserted in front of Ahan's feet.

"Lord? Do you want to cultivate a brand new Wenhou?"

"Mr. Wen's bravery is also unique. I am cultivating Ah Han with the goal of Marquis Wen." I looked at Ah Han who was holding Fang Tian's painting halberd and said, "If his talent is not bad, he might have achieved achievements that exceed yours."

So Yan (Clark) accepted Lulu as his disciple again, supervising the two of them to train physical fitness and basic skills every day and then guiding them. Yan (Clark) found that he used the power of seal to fight against Ahan who trained basic skills, and actually felt like facing the statue in the tomb of the Gods. He was secretly glad that Ahan was really the material for practicing Fang Tian Painting Ji.

As a disciple of Yan (Clark), Lulu and Ahan worship Yan (Clark). Lulu has a foundation and combat experience. At present, cultivation is just to consolidate the foundation and have reached the edge of breaking through the bottleneck. Ahan begins with basic skills but is born with divine power enough to make up for his great shortcomings. Isn’t there a saying that one force reduces ten times? Ahan is the talent of divine power. He makes up for many shortcomings in battle. However, when the two join forces to fight Yan (Clark), they often do.

A very simple shot can break through their joint offensive or a slippery shot to remove the power of the attack. When the two saw Yan (Clark)'s eyes, they felt like they were looking up at the mountains, which made Yan (Clark) feel a little light, but when they remembered the statue in the tomb of God, which was like a pillar that shook the sky, the little pride in his heart dissipated. He trained his disciples with strict requirements and more harsh requirements, and he led his disciples and everyone who were trained on the training ground.

"Sir, the troops of the Principality of Bika have indeed launched an attack after the defeat of the Central Army. At present, the troops of the Principality of Bika have annexed six cities with a population of 500,000. The entire Principality of Soretu has only 14 cities with a population of more than 500,000 have been swallowed up by the Principality of Bika. The Principality of Soretu has recruited more than 30,000 blood hunting mercenaries to combine their own regular army on the front and second-tier fronts to fight against the army led by Prince Nalan outside Smith."

"Han and the others have registered their mercenary certificate?"

“Registered.”

"Okay, then gather the qualified people while you have done what you should do."

A moment later, Yan (Clark) rode a war horse and stood in front of the crowd. "You can barely achieve the qualification of the intern of the evil demon team after half a month of training. Now I give you the evil demon team logo and standard equipment. "He waved his hand and black iron evil demon masks fell accurately in the arms of each new team member. "From today on, you are qualified to wear the lowest level evil demon mask to fight, now you drip blood on the mask and then put it on."

"Yes!" Although these young people have not been on the battlefield, the basic qualities of the soldiers have been formed and they obey absolutely obedience! Therefore, after Yan (Clark)'s order was issued, he bit his finger and dripped blood on the mask as soon as possible, and then directly wore it on his face regardless of the blood stains that had not been absorbed on the mask.

"Evil Demon!" Yan (Clark) shouted loudly, a flying evil devil battle flag appeared above everyone's heads, emitting a cold murderous intent to cover the audience.

"My evil devil!" Lulu's old fox and other old team members shouted loudly and covered their bodies with a thin layer of red light.

"My evil devil!" The young people, who were at a loss, were so excited that they were shocked by the shouts of the old fox and the others, couldn't help but wave their weapons and shouted.

"I hope you can perform well on the battlefield. If you kill ten enemies, you can be qualified to become a formal member of the Demon Squad. If you kill fifty enemies, you can exchange the bronze demon mask of the Demon Squad. After you have the bronze demon mask, you can exchange the standard equipment of the Demon Squad. At present, the old fox and the others only have three standard equipment. You still have the chance to surpass them and work hard. I hope you can learn from them and survive on the battlefield."

"yes!"

"Let's rest today and set off tomorrow!" Yan (Clark) looked back at Mrs. Meng Huo Zhurong. "I'll ask you two for the training of the camp and the recruits."
Chapter completed!