Fantasy: I can become stronger when I hang up

The leader took a look at the token handed over by Ye Feng, and was immediately dumbfounded.

It was a bronze-colored token, and the material from which the token was cast, nor the time of casting, could be discerned.

But judging from the primitive aura on the token, it must have been ten thousand years old at least.

On the front of the token, there is a small landscape painting, while on the back, there are three big characters with twists and turns.

However, the leader of the three big characters couldn't recognize it, because it was not their common characters, but more like ancient characters.

"Sorry, I only have this token in my hand. The tokens of the personal disciples are passed down from generation to generation, so it may look a bit old."

Ye Feng said with a helpless smile on his face.

Naturally, this token was not the token of a disciple of Shen Yunzong, but the token that Lu Qingya gave him back then.

And the three big characters on the token are actually Tianshengzong.

This token is the token of Tianshengzong, although I don't know if it is a disciple's order, an elder's order, or something else.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it works.

Ye Feng dared to give them the token and let them check it himself, which is to conclude that this group of people do not understand ancient characters.

And this token looks old enough, with a history of tens of thousands of years at a glance, it can be called "ten thousand years at a glance".

Take out this kind of token, the face is full of light.

This group of people couldn't understand what the words written on it meant, so naturally they could only listen to Ye Feng.

After looking through it for a long time, the leader nodded and returned the token to Ye Feng.

"Sorry Ye Xiaoyou, this was all a misunderstanding."

As the leader said, he obviously believed in the identity of the disciple of Ye Feng's sect.

But Ye Feng smiled lightly and waved his hand.

"It's okay, the ignorant are not guilty."

"And as the leader of this group, is it your responsibility to think about other people and protect them from harm?"

Hearing this, the leader smiled and shook his head.

"Ye Xiaoyou was joking, I am just an ordinary centurion, how can I be called a leader."

"I'm just temporarily managing here for the general."

Ye Feng couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

Instead of the general temporarily managing?

The co-author is not a leader, isn't his performance a bit wasteful?

"Then, where is your general?"

Ye Feng then asked, putting on a curious face.

"In order to prevent those black haired apes from discovering our hiding place, the general divided us into several small camps, each with 100 people in groups."

"In this way, even if one of them is discovered, the whole army will not be wiped out."

"Other camps can also choose whether to go to rescue according to the situation."

Hearing this, Ye Feng nodded.

Dispersing manpower can ensure that you will not be wiped out by the entire army, and concentrating manpower can ensure that you have the ability to contend with the enemy.

There is nothing wrong with the general choosing the former.

"By the way, what's going on with those monsters in this city, can you tell me about them?" Ye Feng asked.

Although he probably already knew what happened, it was obviously not enough.

What he knows is only a rough picture, and he still doesn't know many of the details.

And Ye Feng didn't know whether the things he knew so far were true.

Rumor has it that they used ancient secret methods to revive Jian Guohou.

And Ye Feng had learned some knowledge about ancient secrets when he was hanging up in Tianshengzong.

If they really had a problem because of the secret method, maybe Ye Feng could find a solution based on the knowledge in his mind.

The centurion glanced at Ye Feng and sighed.

"300 years ago, the Seventh Prince assassinated Lord Jian Guohou."

"In order to resurrect the Lord, we found an ancient secret technique from the book, [Returning to Heaven], and wanted to resurrect the Lord."

"The whole process was carried out according to the description in the ancient book, without any deviation, but in the end, we failed."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help being taken aback.

If the whole process was carried out according to the ancient book, without even a slight deviation, how could it fail?
Could it be that they were reading pirated books?

Seeing Ye Feng's puzzled look, the centurion smiled lightly.

"I know you're sorry, as we were when we first started."

"It wasn't until later that I learned some news."

The centurion came slowly.

In order to be able to successfully assassinate, the Seventh Prince specially used ancient techniques to refine a magic weapon for assassination.

The souls of hundreds of people who died in vain, as well as countless dark substances were injected into this magic weapon.

After Jian Guohou was assassinated, all the power of the dagger flowed into his body, and it can be said that he died thoroughly.

In the end, in order to revive him, his subordinates found an ancient secret technique from nowhere.

If it was a person who was assassinated under normal circumstances, he would naturally be able to come back to life after using the ancient secret technique.

But Jian Guohou was different, he was killed by an ancient secret technique, and his body was full of residual power from the ancient secret technique.

So during the resurrection, the powers of the two ancient secret arts collided, and in the end there was a guy who was not human, ghost or ghost, half-life and half-dead.

What happened after that was almost what Ye Feng heard.

In the beginning, everyone could barely suppress Jian Guohou's power, but they didn't want to kill him because of their old friendship.

So it has been suppressed.

Until one day, the black-haired ape killed the first person.

The riots also started at that moment.

Those black-haired apes seemed to be able to copy and paste, and occupied the entire city in a very short time, turning countless civilians into black-haired apes.

Everyone knew that they had encountered a catastrophe, and immediately opened the "Jutian Formation" that was supposed to protect the city, and began to form an army to fight against those black-haired apes.

In the beginning, their strength could barely overwhelm the black-haired orangutan.

But people at that time didn't know that even with a corpse, the black-haired orangutan could turn the corpse into the same kind with the black liquid.

When they discovered all this, the situation was gone, and the black-haired apes began to attack them on a large scale.

In just a few years, the rebels completely fell.

The black-haired ape had an absolute advantage, no matter how much they resisted, they seemed so powerless and useless.

Twenty years ago, the last batch of rebels assembled, only the last 20 people.

The general divided them into several camps and assigned a centurion to each camp. After that, they began to hide in Tibet.

During this period, five or six camps were discovered by the black-haired apes and destroyed.

And those camps that were not discovered also suffered more or less losses.

After finishing speaking, the centurion looked at Ye Feng with a trace of helplessness and sadness in his eyes.