Seeing Ye Tian frowning, the old man immediately understood.

"I tell you, although a force can dominate the world, personal strength is very important, but the strength of the subordinates is equally important."

"Dao Bing, have you heard of it?"

Ye Tian shook his head.

The old man smiled and explained.

"The so-called Taoist soldiers are to train a group of deadpools. They are not afraid of death, and what they do is to fight for their masters in all directions."

"Every big force, Taoist soldiers are trump cards and cannot be used easily. Once they are used, they will never end."

Ye Tian's expression gradually changed...

Unexpectedly, those big forces actually had this trick.

Frowning, Ye Tian looked at the old man and asked.

"Senior, according to what you said, do you also have the Qingsnake Xuanming Clan and the Three-Eyed Golden Cicada Clan?"

"You think too much of these two tribes. What I am talking about are those big forces. Do you know what big forces are?"

Ye Tian was stunned.

"The so-called great power is the great emperor's Taoist throne. No matter how bad it is, it must have a quasi-emperor."

"When Taoist soldiers are ordinary, they are hidden in a special space, where the time flow rate is different from that of the outside world, and they can be increased with all their strength."

Ye Tian nodded, so that's it.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and his mouth widened into a "0" shape staring at the old man.

"Senior, do you have the method of refining Taoist weapons in your hands?"

"Of course there is."
Chapter completed!