"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.
Bang——
The severe pain made Yin Hang grit his teeth suddenly.
He originally prevented others from noticing him, but he did not cover himself with [Hundred Rivers] just now.
But just using the inheritance of [Mountain] is simply too much.
"What do you mean?" Yin Hang pressed his painful shoulder, which seemed to be dislocated, and stared at the other person and asked.
"I'll help you relax your shoulders. It's easy to get tired when you first start working." Qingjiu didn't care about Yin Hang's gaze, and then asked with a sneer: "What, are you left-handed?"
"Really?" The [Baichuan] under Yin Hang's clothes slowly covered him.
"Of course," Qingjiu said with a chuckle, then looked at the boy next to Yin Hang and asked the same question: "What about you?"
"I've adapted to it very well!" The boy who was still stunned just now replied hurriedly.
"That's good," Qingjiu nodded with slight satisfaction, put his hands behind his back in ancient costume, turned around and said in a pretentious manner: "Let's rest first, and continue working in the afternoon."
Qingjiu suspected that something was wrong with Yin Hang. After all, he didn't find any special rusty swords throughout the morning.
But now it seems that he is thinking too much, because he doesn't even have the spiritual power to protect his body.
Maybe it's just a small probability event.
When Qingjiu left, the boy saw that Yin Hang was still silent. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and advised: "Oh, we are all dependent on others, so just bear with it."
"Go eat first, don't let yourself go hungry."
Yin Hang silently stared at Qingjiu's leaving figure, but did not lift the inheritance of [Baichuan].
Then he turned his head curiously: "The one in charge?"
"That's for sure!"
When Yin Hang walked to the 'base' car, he smelled the strong aroma of meat in the air.
When he arrived, he really didn't expect that Dogen's special duty vehicle could be equipped with a kitchen unit and even be cooked on the spot.
But what surprised Yin Hang even more was that the person wearing an apron and holding a spoon, responsible for distributing food to cultivator No. 50, turned out to be the D-level girl codenamed Do Luojin.
There are two or three boys working beside her.
Her stern eyes and sharp gaze made her look extremely serious.
But now she is wearing a home-style apron, and the way she stir-fries carefully with a spoon gives Yin Hang a somewhat indescribable contrast between being a good wife.
"Are you stunned?" When the boy saw Yin Hang's eyes on Luo Jin, he said jokingly: "Luo Jin must be beautiful, and it is said that she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but it is a pity that she is no longer in the same world as us. That’s it.”
"After all, she is a D-level cultivator... If this kind of girl is willing to marry us, and I can eat her soft rice, this life will be enough."
"What if she is in danger?" Yin Hang looked away and asked suddenly.
"Huh?" The boy didn't understand.
"What if she really becomes your wife, but she is now alone in a dangerous secret place, her life is in danger at any time, and you, as her husband, can only look at the empty chairs at home and wait for her to come back for dinner? manage?"
Yin Hang's words instantly overloaded the boy's CPU.
He thought it was 12 o'clock at noon, not 12 o'clock at midnight. What are you EMO about?
Shouldn't we talk about romance at this time?
"Uh...man, we're just lustful," the boy scratched his head and said, "You can't even handle this. That's right."
"To be honest, I was just daydreaming. Do you really think it will be our turn for this kind of thing?"
"Are you thinking too much?"
Men are also crying without tears, just like they fantasize about winning five million in lottery tickets and are planning to buy a house in a school district.
As a result, the brother next to me told me that I only had two million left after tax, and asked me what I should do if I bought a unfinished house.
But the problem is, winning five million in lottery tickets is impossible in itself, right?
…
Yin Hang was dragged by the boy to line up at Luo Jin's place.
The practitioners who wore light yellow, dark blue, and dark red cuffs were given basically no difference in the food they were given.
However, due to special reasons such as food intake, cultivators with light yellow cuffs can occasionally get more food at Luo Jin's place.
There is no such preferential treatment for other cultivators who work as helpers. They act in full compliance with the regulations.
The main foods include rice, steamed buns, and freshly fried meat and vegetable dishes.
Others include lunch meat, boiled eggs, starch sausage, etc.
Yin Hang simply finished choosing what he wanted to eat, and prepared to leave with the plate in hand.
Boom——
The sound of an iron spoon hitting the edge of the pot.
Yin Hang turned around unexpectedly and found Luo Jin's red phoenix eyes staring at him.
"Is there a little girl following you?"
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Without saying much, Luo Jin personally selected some nutritious food at the meal selection place, packed it in a special lunch box, sealed it and handed it to him along with a can of canned apples.
The cans were taken out by Luo Jin from the storage mirror. Obviously, there was no normal meal selection.
"Next!"
Luo Jin looked at the stagnant team and shouted sharply.
When Yin Hang went to find the boy who had finished serving the meal, he was a little surprised, and then said with a smile: "You see what I said."
"The mouth is sharp and the heart is tofu. Luo Jin is really good."
"But the better I am, the more I hate myself for not being a cultivator."
"Imagining that she will be with other boys in the future and have to have many children, it makes me heartbroken..."
Yin Hang's behavior and habits are like never leaving his schoolbag.
But the hiking bag has been scrapped, and now I am carrying an ordinary gray backpack.
The food Luo Jin prepared for the little girl had already been stuffed into his schoolbag.
And Yin Hang didn't eat much. After all, the food allocated was for two or three people.
But just when Yin Hang was about to put away his food, the boy next to him asked curiously.
"Aren't you going to eat this stuff?"
The boy was referring to a snack that looked like a sugar cube. It was placed alone in the corner of the plate and wrapped in thin plastic.
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "I try to eat sparingly, what's wrong?"
"We all live on this thing," the boy said in surprise, "Don't starve yourself."
Yin Hang frowned slightly.
Is this what An Tong told herself, the special food for the new students in Daoyuan class?
Then Yin Hang thanked him: "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
The boy suddenly couldn't answer the call.
Do you still need to be reminded about things like being hungry?
After the practitioners finished their lunch and rested for half an hour, they began to work again.
Yin Hang remembered what happened before, and then he drew his sword much more cautiously.
In less than forty minutes, Yin Hang discovered that there was something strange about a sword.
It was an iron sword stuck in the broken rock at an angle. Although it was also rusty, the remaining color on the hilt was still clearly distinguishable.
And in Yin Hang's special glasses, you can still see that the rusty sword is surrounded by very weak orange-red spiritual power, flowing along the remaining patterns on the sword.
Finally, when Yin Hang was about to draw his sword, he hesitated slightly. After thinking for a moment, two elves-like water droplets jumped out from his wrist.
The two water droplets intertwined and changed in the air, and finally, under the cover of Yin Hang's empty hand, they wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and then pulled it out with force.
Yin Hang's ability to control water droplets with [Gonggong] now far exceeds his own strength.
but……
The rusty sword in front of Yin Hang remained untouched.
And when Yin Hang controlled the force of the water droplets, the orange-red spiritual power surrounding the sword body climbed directly to the surrounding soil, locking the rusty sword in the center of the broken rock like countless iron chains.
Yin Hang observed this strange phenomenon for a moment, then released the controlling water drop and directly held the hilt of the sword with his own hand.
When Yin Hang held it, he found that some of the orange-red spiritual power was flowing towards Yin Hang's palm, but in the eyes of these spiritual powers, Yin Hang's palm disappeared as if it did not exist.
As Yin Hang exerted a little force, the spiritual power of the rusty sword seemed to be restless, causing more spiritual power to spread out through Yin Hang's palm, turning into spiritual energy that gradually dissipated in the air.
Yin Hang frowned and immediately shouted to the boy working in the distance.
"here!"
The boy was suddenly a little surprised. Finally, you have the rusty sword that you have been unable to pull out?
For special iron swords, according to boys' experience, the shipment rate is almost 0.7%, but you have pulled out thousands of swords and still haven't shipped them...
You can’t bring yourself to scold the dog planner, right?
The boy ran over and held the hilt of the rusty sword, but after he exerted all his strength, the rusty sword did not move at all.
"Let me go, we have shipped the goods!"
As the boys raised their arms and shouted, the nearest girl quickly came over.
Dark blue cuff, F realm practitioner.
The girl didn't say much and seemed a little busy. She walked over and held the hilt of the rusty sword.
"Uh-huh?"
The girl made a strenuous nasal sound, but even after her face turned a little red, the sword still did not move at all.
Then she turned around with a frown, took off her dark blue cuff, waved it into the distance and shouted.
"here!"
After a while, the dark red cuff cultivator from a little distance arrived, with a somewhat expectant expression on his face.
After all, if an F(+) cultivator with spiritual power can take action, it is no longer a rare product, but a super rare product!
The cultivator with dark red cuffs walked to the middle of the gravel, held the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time, took a deep breath, and suddenly gained strength!
In Yin Hang's specially made glasses, it was discovered that the way this cultivator drew his sword was completely different from the previous girl.
The girls in the F realm seemed to use pure brute force, and when the orange-red spiritual power touched the girl's hand, it seemed to be blocked.
The cultivator in the F (+) realm in front of him had spiritual power, but when his spiritual power tried to infect the rusty sword, it was completely bitten and dissipated in a violent rage.
But in the eyes of others, it is just that the sword cannot be drawn out.
In the end, the cultivator shook his head and gave up, took off his cuffs, waved and shouted further away.
"I'm shipping it here!"
…
Twenty minutes passed, and Yin Hang, as the person who discovered the existence of this special rusty sword, had been pushed to the outermost edge of the circle.
In the center of the circle, there were nearly thirty cultivators, including two F-level cultivators and seven F (+) cultivators.
Speaking of which, there are actually more practitioners in the F (+) realm than in the F realm.
Now the seven F (+) level cultivators are holding the rusty sword in various places at the same time, and they are shouting slogans to pull it out.
Practitioners in the F (+) realm no longer have to worry about being scratched by a rusty sword.
But even though the spiritual power of the seven of them gathered to compete with the rusty sword, the rusty sword still did not move at all.
This was the result of Yin Hang's leakage of about 35% of his spiritual power during the experiment.
In the end, the seven F (+) practitioners all panted and chose to give up.
Five minutes later, Qingjiu and Luo Jin arrived one after another.
After all, the efficiency of the two D-level cultivators in drawing their swords is beyond the imagination of their other cultivators, so they are responsible for independent areas.
Qingjiu chuckled and walked forward, directly holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, but after a slight exertion, his face suddenly turned gloomy.
Obviously, this was a different process than he imagined.
As a D-level person, I will definitely be able to do things that even these F-level people can't do together.
Otherwise, they can't pull it out, and they can't pull it out themselves, so in their eyes, what's the difference between their own D-level realm?
But...I didn't pull it out extremely easily.
Immediately, Qingjiu's eyebrows suddenly erupted with a fierce look, and the whip legs suddenly blasted out, directly shaking the surrounding gravel away two or three meters away.
But because of the spiritual power of the rusty sword, there were no footprints in the surrounding soil.
Qingjiu still held the hilt of the sword with one hand, but in Yin Hang's special glasses, he could clearly see that his cyan spiritual power was intertwined with the orange spiritual power, seeming to be in a stalemate.
Two minutes later, Qingjiu's spiritual power was obviously declining. Finally, he could only slowly let go of his hand and said with a frown: "This sword is probably the formation..."
Before Qingjiu finished speaking, Luo Jin walked impatiently in front of the rusty sword, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and at the same time, spiritual power far exceeding Qingjiu's four or five times surged out in an instant.
They are also in the D-level realm, but if they are in the D (+) realm and D (-) realm, the difference in strength and cultivation is very obvious.
Then Yin Hang felt a little strange, because except for himself, no other cultivator seemed to notice the confrontation of spiritual power in the rusty sword.
The spiritual power in the rusty sword was quickly assimilated, and Luo Jin pulled it out in a blink of an eye. Then it shook in the air and said sternly: "No, it's a waste of time."
Qingjiu suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.
But the boy next to Yin Hang breathed a sigh of relief.
He was so nervous just now that it almost reached his throat.
If he was really unlucky enough to find out, where would he go to eat and drink next?
At this moment, Luo Jin looked around with his red phoenix eyes and asked coldly: "Who discovered this sword?"
"It's me," the boy next to Yin Hang shouted quickly, "It's me and my buddy!"
Luo Jin didn't say much and threw the rusty sword in his hand directly towards Yin Hang.
Buzz——
With the slight sound of the sword blade, the rusty sword was inserted directly into Yin Hang's feet at an angle.
"Get it."
(End of chapter)
