God of Life and Death

The marshal commanded the troops and fought in all directions. Thousands of horses roar like mountains and sea.

In a war, victory or defeat depends not only on the strength of one's personal force, but also on different war layouts, which allow the battlefield leader to concentrate the power of tens of millions of soldiers to divide land into rivers and break mountains into seas.

In this book, there are three lowest levels of battle formations - bronze battle formations.

As few as three people, as many as a hundred people, can form a battle formation and concentrate everyone's strength on one person.

Although there is some loss in energy transfer, once the battle formation is completed, the general's strength can suddenly skyrocket!

Fang Yue was curious. He had never dabbled in such an aspect of inheritance before, so he read patiently. The more I watched, the more excited I became.

"That's it!" Fang Yue waved the yellowed ancient book in his hand.

There was a strange look on Fang Muqiu's face.

"I have also studied this ancient book, but the warrior skills recorded in it are too ridiculous. I have spent five years without success! Are you really sure you want to exchange a precious quota for this ancient book?"

"I am sure!"

Fang Yue was determined, he had a hunch that this ancient book was destined for him, and that the martial art that Fang Muqiu could not master might not be very difficult in his hands.

"etc!"

A voice suddenly appeared in the Sutra Pavilion.

Two old men with white hair appeared at the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors. Although they are not young, they are all full of energy. Behind them stands Fang Jun, who looks at Fang Yue with provocative eyes.

"Why are the two elders here? Some are not welcome from afar, and some are not welcome from afar!"

Fang Muqiu glanced at Fang Fangjun and then at the two crane-haired elders. He already knew why they were here.

Although Fang Muqiu was unhappy in his heart, he still had to do enough work on the surface.

In the Fang family, every elder is a warrior-level warrior and has the highest combat power in the family. Even he, the clan leader, did not dare to neglect.

This made the two old men look even more arrogant: "Fang Muqiu, Fang Yue, do you two know your guilt?"

There was an old man dressed in purple, with a noble air, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he looked like he was going to attack the enemy.

The corners of Fang Muqiu's mouth curved slightly.

The polite greetings from before disappeared in an instant.

"Fang doesn't know, please ask the two elders to clarify!"

"Hmph! You, Fang Muqiu, violated the law for your own benefit and used your family's property to benefit your descendants! Isn't this a serious crime when you gave the family's valuable treasure to Fang Yue?"

The old man in purple clothes and crane hair is aggressive. He has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and is born with a mean look.

Even the other party, Muqiu, had a hint of arrogance, and the corners of his eyes were raised, as if he didn't take Fang Muqiu, the clan leader, into consideration at all.

"For direct disciples of the clan to go into battle, choosing a warrior technique that matches their realm and a treasure with a contribution point of less than 500 points to protect themselves are the rules left by our ancestors! I am doing things according to the clan rules. Is there something else? Is it wrong?"

Fang Muqiu speaks uprightly, and everything he does is in line with family rules.

As for Fang Yue's ability to see through the treasures that the family cannot identify and identify the owner with blood, that is his opportunity, and others cannot envy him.

"What a great patriarch Fang Muqiu! He is really righteous and high-spirited! However, I heard that when Fang Yue was selecting objects in the treasure house, he got an ancient pendant, which shone brightly and dazzlingly. That treasure , it’s priceless and definitely can’t be exchanged for 500 points of contribution!”

Another old man in gray clothes spoke with a sinister voice.

Fang Muqiu wanted to open his mouth to argue, but was stopped by Fang Yue.

"Grandpa, don't mess around with them, let me speak!"

Fang Yue took a step forward. Taking out the pendant: "Is this what you are talking about?"

The old man in gray turned his head and looked at Fang Fangjun beside him.

Fang Fangjun jumped excitedly: "Yes, that's it!"

"The two elders may be disappointed! This thing is not a magic weapon, it is just an ordinary pendant. When it was born, there was no dazzling scene at all. I don't know who Fang Fangjun is. Where did I hear the rumors, and I want to take this opportunity to frame me and the patriarch!"

Fang Yue glanced at Fang Fangjun coldly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

He was going to beat him up and teach Fang Fangjun an unforgettable lesson.