As a scout of the army, he naturally knew the important figures of the other clans. As for Teng Qingshan … … he was too famous. If he didn't even know Teng Qingshan, how could he be a scout?
"Teng Qingshan?" The corner of Yan Baishou's eye twitched as he turned to look at the Steel Sword Martial Saint.
"The situation doesn't look good."
The Steel Sword Martial Saint's expression changed slightly. "Brother Yan, let's go to the front and see what's going on." As the Patriarch, Yan Baishou was usually heavily protected by the army and rarely went to the front lines. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else … … He immediately rushed forward with the Steel Sword Martial Saint.
… …
The two mountain walls of the Fiery Gilt Steel Canyon in Ox-Head Mountain were actually two ordinary hills of different heights. The hill in the south was about three hundred Zhang high and a few hundred Zhang long. The top of this hill could only accommodate a few hundred people. However, the hill in the north was different.
The hill in the north was about seventy to eighty Zhang high. The top of the hill was wide and flat, and the top of the hill was enough to accommodate a few thousand people!
In other words, as long as there were a few thousand people on the top of the hill … … even if the enemy charged into the canyon, these few thousand people could still smash a large number of enemies to death. At a height of seventy to eighty Zhang, even a small stone thrown downwards would have a great impact when it landed on the ground.
Even a person with average military knowledge would understand the importance of the hill in the north!
It could be said that if they conquered the hill in the north, they would occupy almost half of the ore vein!
"No matter what, we must conquer the hill in the north." Yan Baishou was anxious.
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
Yan Baishou and the Steel Sword Martial Saint had already rushed to the front of the army. The hill in the north had already appeared in front of them. This nameless hill was destined to be recorded in history. At this moment, a large number of soldiers were gathered at the foot of the hill.
On the hill in the north, a figure was sitting cross-legged with a Dark Blaze Rod stuck in front of him.
The wind blew over, causing his long hair to flutter, but it couldn't move his figure!
At this moment, the tens of millions of soldiers raised their heads to look at the figure sitting there. Although the figure was very small, it gave everyone a sense of majesty — this was the number one Martial Saint in the world of Duanmu Continent, the person known as the Most Powerful Martial Saint, Teng Qingshan! Just one person alone was enough to render the entire army at their wits' end.
"It's him!" Yan Baishou's gaze turned cold.
"It's Mister Teng!" The Steel Sword Martial Saint furrowed his brows. He respected Teng Qingshan very much, but … the Steel Sword Martial Saint was sent by his clan to the Fiery Gilt Steel Ore Vein. The Fiery Gilt Steel Ore Vein was very important to the Tianfeng Clan.
"Patriarch." A brawny man with a square face and a stocky build wearing black battle armor said anxiously, "The Martial Saint, Mister Teng, is at the top of this northern hill. Our soldiers can't even rush up. This hill is already difficult to climb, and only elite soldiers can climb it. Mister Teng, the Martial Saint, casually threw a few stones and our elite soldiers lost their lives. Even if he could dodge Mister Teng's stones, he would still be smashed into meat paste if he fell from the mountain. "
"Master, there's nothing we can do now," the square-faced man said anxiously.
"What?"
Yan Baishou pointed angrily at the northern hill and said, "Look, this northern hill stretches for a few hundred Zhang. Although this Teng Qingshan is powerful, he is just one person! I don't believe that he can manage a few hundred Zhang at the same time when hundreds of soldiers are climbing up the northern hill at the same time! "
A few hundred Zhang was at least one to two Li!
"Patriarch, his stones are too powerful," the square-faced man said hastily. The square-faced man hastily said, "He didn't even need to run back and forth. All he did was sit cross-legged on the spot and casually toss stones, and our soldiers were either smashed to death or fell to their deaths from the cliffs!"
"Stones?" Yan Baishou frowned and asked, "Could it be that he can hit a few hundred Zhang away?"
"Yes," the square-faced man said hastily, "Yes, Mister Teng's ability to shoot concealed weapons is very powerful."
He would never be able to forget the terrifying scene from before.
Under his command, hundreds of soldiers climbed down the northern hill from all directions, while Teng Qingshan sat high up on the mountain. When the soldiers were halfway up, Teng Qingshan casually threw some stones. These stones didn't hit the soldiers, but the walls of the mountain!
The power of the stones was too great. It was as if a bomb had exploded on the mountain wall, and a large number of stones rolled down.
The stones smashed onto the heads of the soldiers who were climbing with difficulty, causing many of them to roll down. Just the first wave of stones caused many soldiers to fall down, and some of the soldiers who had just climbed up jumped to the ground!
Even if they managed to dodge the first wave of stones, the second wave would begin. Teng Qingshan's stones would directly attack the elite soldiers who were climbing up quickly.
Although an ordinary person would not be able to see a distance of one to two miles within the range of several thousand feet … However, he, who had already reached the limit of his physical body, had already reached the limit that the Nine Regions could accommodate. His eyesight and hearing had already reached an appalling level, so he could clearly see all the movements.
"Mister Teng!" Yan Baishou shouted loudly.
His voice reverberated in the forest, and all the soldiers listened attentively.
"Mister, please give up this northern hill … … My Yan Clan will never forget this great favor. If Mister has any requests, please state them. "Yan Baishou shouted.
There was no other way. Since the hard way didn't work, he could only use the soft way.
"Haha … …" A hearty laughter came from the figure sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak, echoing in the sky. "Yan Baishou, I see that you are a man who is reasonable. Why are you saying such ridiculous words today? If you were here, would you give up this northern hill? "
Yan Baishou choked.
… …
Although many of the soldiers in the Yan Clan's army were shocked and angry, they also felt admiration towards the figure sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak! He sat alone on the mountain peak, and with just a wave of his hand, he threw stones, preventing the thousands of soldiers and horses from climbing the northern hill. How could such a method not make people envious?
Admiration and yearning arose in the hearts of many soldiers and warriors.
They also yearned for the day when they could become a first-class and unparalleled figure in the continent!
… …
The Yan Clan's army was helpless. Yan Baishou, Xiahou An, and the Steel Sword Martial Saint had gathered together and were having a headache about how to take down the northern hill.
They knew clearly … …
If they couldn't take down the northern hill, even if they entered the canyon, they would be sending their soldiers to their deaths.
"This Teng Qingshan … …" Yan Baishou was anxious.
"He really doesn't yield to force or persuasion." Xiahou An was also having a headache. How could they play hardball? Their opponent was the number one Martial Saint in the world!
"It's seventy to eighty Zhang high. There's no way to use ladders."
"Ropes are useless."
The Steel Sword Martial Saint frowned. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the trees beside the northern hill. Some of these trees had already grown for hundreds or thousands of years. Some of these trees were as tall as the northern hill.
"Yes." The Steel Sword Martial Saint's eyes brightened.
"Brother Yan, Brother Xiahou." The Steel Sword Martial Saint pointed at the trees beside them.
"What's wrong?" Xiahou An and Yan Baishou were startled.
"Let the soldiers climb the trees to the top. It's about the same height as the northern hill." The Steel Sword Martial Saint smiled and said, "Then, throw a long rope at the top of the northern hill and fix it there. This is equivalent to a rope bridge … … Let the soldiers use the rope to quickly reach the top of the hill. "
Xiahou An and Yan Baishou's eyes brightened.
"Haha, Brother Helian is indeed powerful." The two were overjoyed.
There might not be many things in this mountain, but there were many big trees!
Which soldier didn't have the strength of a few hundred Jin? By grabbing the rope, they could quickly reach the top of the hill. Those who were proficient in Qinggong could step on the rope and quickly fly to the top of the hill.
Xiahou An's single eye shone brightly as he said excitedly, "There are more than a hundred tall trees around the northern hill. Every tree can produce a few ropes … … More than a hundred trees can produce several hundred ropes. When the time comes, a large number of soldiers will rush up together. Within a short period of time, more than a thousand soldiers will rush up. "
"So what if he's the Most Powerful Martial Saint? He's still a Martial Saint. His Innate True Origin is not limitless. My and Brother Yan's armies have more than a hundred thousand soldiers! How can he resist? I'm afraid that once my army rushes up, he will run away. "
… …
As the order was given, a large number of soldiers began to climb up the tall trees at the foot of the northern hill.
"Go, go quickly!"
"Quickly!"
Many soldiers were like monkeys as they rapidly climbed up the trees.
On the northern hill, Teng Qingshan sat cross-legged alone.
"Climbing trees?" Teng Qingshan saw some of the soldiers carrying large bundles of ropes. He couldn't help but smile. "So you want to make a rope bridge … … Indeed, when you are done, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist so many people alone."
Subsequently, Teng Qingshan patted the mountain rock beside him. The mountain rock trembled, and a large number of broken rocks flew out.
Teng Qingshan sat there, grabbed the broken rocks, and threw them one by one! His finger strength of seven to eight hundred thousand Jin caused the broken rocks to tear through the air at a terrifying speed. The friction caused the entire rock to burn.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The flaming rocks pierced through the air and smashed into the trunks of the tall trees that had been growing for hundreds or even thousands of years.
"Boom!" As if a bomb had exploded, the trunk of an ancient tree was completely broken, and the upper half of the tree fell with a loud bang.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "
Pieces of flaming rocks bombarded the trunk of the tree like meteorites.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! "
The trees couldn't withstand the attacks. Some were directly blown apart, while others were mostly broken. In short, the trees fell with a loud bang. Many soldiers screamed in fear as they fell. The lucky ones broke their legs, while the others fell from a height of several dozen Zhang and died on the spot.
Trees fell one after another, smashing into the ground and causing the surrounding soldiers to wail in pain.
"How, how is this possible?"
"How can such a thick tree be broken just like that?"
Yan Baishou, Xiahou An, and the Steel Sword Martial Saint couldn't believe this terrifying scene.
"How can it be so powerful? Impossible! " The Steel Sword Martial Saint shook his head. "Rocks are not darksteel. They can't withstand such a powerful infusion of Innate True Origin. How can it be so powerful? "
Yan Baishou and the others were stunned. The soldiers wailed in pain. Only Teng Qingshan, who was sitting on the mountain peak, remained calm. He had been sitting there since the beginning.
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