Because Yin Hang had just finished the torture of military training before entering the secret realm, his voice was subconsciously louder when answering questions.
And his attitude finally made the girl's expression soften slightly.
"Okay, don't waste time, go in!"
The position reserved for Yin Hang in the queue was very conspicuous. After he stood in line, he found that the practitioners around him were generally around twenty years old, and there were both boys and girls, but there were obviously more boys.
Then the young man in ancient costume at the front of the queue began to say: "I am your captain, Qingjiu."
"And the person next to me is the guard of the 12-9 realm, Luo Jin."
Obviously, the names Qingjiu and Luo Jin are just their code names.
But what surprised Yin Hang was that through the black identification tags they wore, he found that they actually had D-level cultivation.
You must know that in the dangerous realm, the leader of the hunting team is only in the E-level realm.
And also, guarding the 12-9 realm?
After the young man introduced it, he immediately clapped his hands and said: "Okay, because of time issues, let's set off first. I will add the specific matters later."
…
Yin Hang rode a special duty vehicle with extremely strong off-road capabilities and sped towards the border of the camp.
Compared to McCuller Benton's sci-fi shuttle that looks like a 'white newspaper shell', Dogen's official duty vehicle looks like a heavy-duty mobile fortress.
It has the comfort of a doomsday safe house in a secret realm, but unfortunately the model in front of it is different from the one Yin Hang drove himself, and it cannot enter flight mode.
Then, when they were about to approach the light curtain of the realm, Yin Hang began to quietly adjust the watch hidden in his sleeves.
And when that familiar feeling of dizziness struck again, high-intensity current also burst out in the watch.
Yin Hang woke up instantly from this strong stimulation, and even had some cold sweat on his forehead.
Even after the electric shock ended, the spot where I was wearing the watch still felt burning pain. Even after being treated with [Qing Nang Shu], my index finger still trembled slightly.
Then he began to calm down his accelerated heartbeat and looked at the scene outside the window as if nothing had happened.
This is a world that seems to be full of crystal clusters, and there is a towering mountain peak that looks like a diamond in the distance.
The team's destination is not here, and they need to go through the light curtain of the realm twice more.
Yin Hang finally adjusted a more suitable current stimulation for the third time, otherwise his reaction would be too obvious and it would easily attract the attention of the surrounding practitioners.
As the vehicle begins to slow down, it indicates that they have finally reached the target area of the mission.
After Yin Hang got out of the car, he discovered that this was a dark red world that looked like the Gobi Desert, with messy rock fragments randomly distributed everywhere, and no dynamic life at all.
But what was unique among them was that when he looked around, every corner of this realm was filled with rusty iron swords.
Even though there are four or five broad-bladed swords or one-handed swords of various styles stuck in the hard rock, there are no traces of cracks at all.
Just now when they were on their way, the D-class captain codenamed Qingjiu simply added.
This is the 'Sword Tomb' area of 12-9, one of the two areas that K Division is responsible for conquering.
Although many realms have been named by practitioners, the official names are still based on the lines drawn on the chessboard.
Then the cultivators began to prepare for work one after another, but because of the actual situation, in the F realm where the strength was very different, the cultivators at different stages made simple work marks with cuffs.
F level (-): light yellow
F state: dark blue
F (+) state: dark red
After wearing it, Yin Hang discovered that among the nearly fifty members of the team, there were only seven F (+) level practitioners and two F level practitioners.
The rest, including Yin Hang, are all in the F (-) realm.
While chatting with other cultivators, Yin Hang discovered something even stranger.
The team responsible for attacking the boundary formation is called the attacking team.
A regular raiding team must at least be led by a D-level cultivator, and the team members must be at the E-level level.
But they only have a D-level team leader, and the other team members are all F-level practitioners. In name, they are also a raiding team.
"You guys start first, I'm here to give some instructions to the new team members."
Qingjiu looked at the other team members walking away one after another, then turned back to look at Yin Hang who was stopped by him, and said with a smile: "I don't need to explain the specific situation clearly, I believe you understand it too."
"There is no danger in the work. Of course, if you are stupid enough to get scratched by these rusty swords and get tetanus, it has nothing to do with me."
"As for your actual job content, it is to pull out those broken swords and pile them together for centralized recycling. It is no different from other cultivators."
"Of course, if you encounter a broken sword that you can't pull out no matter what, then call a 'real' cultivator."
When Qingjiu spoke, he emphasized the word 'real' clearly.
Yin Hang asked slightly confused: "Who is that..."
"Anyone with dark blue or dark red cuffs is fine," Qingjiu patted his arm, and then said coldly: "But don't worry about who it is, just take care of yourself."
It was obvious that Qingjiu had no intention of telling Yin Hang who the 'fake' cultivator was.
After all, the less you know, the better you can control it. It is best to shut up and work hard.
Although the guy in front of me doesn't really need him to work.
So shutting up is very important.
But in the end, Qingjiu led Yin Hang and found a boy who was similar to him in age and also wore a light yellow cuff and said.
"You work in pairs and take care of each other."
Seeing Qingjiu approaching, the boy hurriedly started pretending to be working hard, and quickly extended his hand to agree.
"no problem!"
Then they started to work, and the work content was so simple that it was just an ordinary drawing of a sword and recycling it.
There are no triggers, no monsters encountered, and no old man hiding in the rusty sword.
The reason for recycling is very simple. The iron swords in the realm can be remade. If they are treated as iron ore, the camp capacity can be quickly expanded.
But unfortunately, after the cultivators began to comprehensively conquer the secret realm due to food problems, the related construction aspects have been stagnant for a long time.
Of course, the most important thing is to find the formation eye.
It is said that the formation eye is a rusty sword in the desert, but no one knows which sword it is.
But since the higher the grade of the sword, the harder it is to pull out, then the Formation Eye must be the most difficult sword to pull out.
And this is why 'fake' cultivators can also participate in this job. After all, 99% of the rusty swords that are not suitable for use can be pulled out.
"Either the numerical underworld or the mechanical underworld." Yin Hang stretched out with the boy who drew the sword, looked at the desert with no end in sight and joked: "I estimate there are nearly a million rusty swords here, just for us. It won’t be possible to pull it all out in a few years.”
The boy's tone of voice didn't sound sad at all, but he looked like an old farmer looking at his harvested farmland.
Then he looked at Yin Hang, ready to chat for a while and said, "Oh, you too... huh?"
Yin Hang hesitated for a moment, then poked his light yellow cuff and nodded slightly.
They didn't say it clearly. After all, Qingjiu didn't tell them who each other was, just to reduce the chance of communication between them.
"Hey, let's just hang out, eat and drink when we should, and what we should do in the end depends on the cultivators."
"Who said we are... cultivators of the F(-) realm?"
At first, the boy was afraid that Yin Hang was really a cultivator, so he worked hard for a while. Now that he was sure that he was one of his own, he started to work passively.
But Yin Hang still has no intention of telling him directly. Who knows if the other party is Qingjiu here to test him.
Then Yin Hang began to try to talk to the other party, but the boy was obviously not stupid, and he just smiled and chatted.
As they chatted casually, and the boy began to look forward to what the future would look like after the spiritual energy was revived, he suddenly found a rusty sword that he couldn't pull out.
The rusty sword was surrounded by dry hard soil, but when he pulled it out hard, it didn't move at all.
"Hey, it's available!" The boy shouted to Yin Hang: "Brother, come and try this."
In fact, in this case, you can call the 'real' cultivators, but if those cultivators rush over and find that it is easy to pull out, they will be scolded.
After all, they are all in the F(-) realm. Although they are just practicing body training and do not have spiritual power, they are definitely not ungrateful because they did not pull it out purely due to strength issues.
And if Lu Hang can't pull it out, it's not his own responsibility...
Damn it? !
After Yin Hang pulled it out casually, he asked with some confusion: "Is it in stock?"
This one-handed sword with a green edge still left was just stuck in the soil. Yin Hang pulled it out without even using any strength.
After all, the area chosen by the boy is very fishy, and he avoids the difficult places.
"It's okay..." The boy waved his hands awkwardly, always feeling like there was something evil somewhere.
"By the way, don't we have a more efficient way to search?" Yin Hang threw the sword in his hand to a centralized collection location and asked with a curious expression.
The boy was still a little stunned, but when he heard Yin Hang's words, his expression looked like he was two hundred and fifty.
“What’s the point of being efficient?”
"Our time is not valuable, why bother those big shots?"
"And if this job is gone...can we go back and drink from the northwest wind to get enough?"
"Do you really think you are a cultivator?"
Yin Hang didn't say anything more. After all, don't tell others to be kind unless they have suffered.
But Yin Hang is now sure that the other party is indeed a 'fake' cultivator.
And from what the other party said, the importance of the realm in front of you may not be high.
After all, according to the position of 12-9, it belongs to the center of the chessboard, and the difficulty coefficient is still so low.
Not to mention those C-level and B-level experts, even if Yin Hang himself expands the field of [Gonggong] and releases enough fog droplets, he can eliminate these iron swords in the desert in one piece.
The boy saw Yin Hang suddenly became silent, but he still couldn't figure it out.
It is true that the rusty sword cannot be pulled out by itself. What is going on?
Could it be that the guy in front of him was sent by Qingjiu to test him?
Then the boy came to Yin Hang's side and began to draw his sword along with him.
It was still a bit difficult for Yin Hang to choose the position. After all, he wanted to improve his weakest [Mountain] inheritance in this way.
But then the boy suddenly shouted: "Brother, try this again!"
The boy was very efficient at drawing swords now. After finding a rusty sword that was difficult to draw, he called Yin Hang over.
The boy had to pull out the sword with great difficulty, but he could still feel the vibration. If the other party could easily pull it out again, it meant that the other party had a high probability of being a 'real' cultivator.
But when Yin Hang walked over and started to try to pull out the sword, his face turned red as he gritted his teeth and held it in, so he pulled it out less than 4 centimeters.
"Call those... stronger cultivators?" Yin Hang panted slightly, preparing to call those cultivators over.
"Uh... don't!" The boy hurriedly stopped him.
This kind of iron sword that he could pull out a few centimeters showed that it was just stuck very tightly, and there was no special reason.
But the boy himself had pulled out about 3 centimeters. If the Lu Hang in front of him was a cultivator, there was no reason why he would be weaker than himself.
Are you trying to pretend to be an ordinary person?
But that makes no sense. A special iron sword requires spiritual power to pull it out. If you deliberately wanted to pretend, then why did you pull it out just now?
You can't...is it really your own problem?
A boy can't figure it out. After he denies all reasonable reasons, he can only doubt himself.
Maybe there is something wrong with the direction in which I pulled it out, and there are stones stuck inside?
The boy rubbed his temples and then continued to work with doubts, but soon he began to doubt his life more and more.
He encountered a total of three special iron swords. Although it was difficult for Lu Hang to pull them out, it was obvious that he could pull them out.
But if you say that Lu Hang is a cultivator, the other party can't pull it out...but you can pull it out.
It's true that he saw a ghost.
In the end, the boy could only attribute this evil situation to the weirdness of the secret realm.
After hours of work, it was finally time for the Raiders to take a break.
Because the special rusty sword requires spiritual energy to be pulled out, both true and false practitioners need to rest for a while.
When Yin Hang followed the boy back to the gathering place, Qingjiu looked at Yin Hang, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Why, you haven't found a special iron sword for five hours?"
The team gathered at five o'clock, arrived here at six o'clock and started working. However, for almost five hours now, they have not even called out to other practitioners once.
Normally Qingjiu wouldn't notice such boring things, but because Yin Hang was newly 'arranged', he naturally had to keep an eye on it first.
Yin Hang frowned slightly. The special sword couldn't be pulled out. Although he had indeed encountered it, he was stopped by the boy next to him.
At this time, the boy hurriedly explained: "Ahem, Brother Jiu, he is new and doesn't understand anything, so his efficiency just now was indeed a bit low. I'm really sorry..."
He seemed to be trying to save the situation, but in fact he put all the blame on Yin Hang.
"It doesn't matter, just get used to it slowly..." Qingjiu said with a smile, while reaching out and patting Yin Hang on the shoulder.
But when the last shot was taken, the opponent's expression suddenly changed, and he directly put his five fingers together and hit him hard.
(End of chapter)
