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In the old man's hand, he saw a palm-sized stone that exuded a dark light. ($>>>>Mian,hua'sugar'xiao'said')
Compared with those heavy waste stones, the stone in front of me looks like a treasure at first glance. It should be the black iron the other party mentioned.
The old man smiled proudly and said: "We are lucky today. This stone is enough for us to improve our food."
With that said, the old man threw the stone to Zi Chen and motioned for him to take it.
Then Zi Chen screamed and was pressed to the ground by this palm-sized stone. He tragically discovered that he could not lift this palm-sized piece of black iron ore.
When he first came here, Zi Chen was very curious about everything.
He mines with the old man every day, doing some hard work, and his strength is constantly increasing. It is much faster than the outside world, even faster than using the colorful holy tree.
When he came in, Zi Chen had a saint-level body, but he found that the old man's body was much stronger than his.
Not just the old man, but all the mining people here are physically stronger than him.
So obviously, these seem to be the lowest level people, and each of them has a saint-level body. Although his realm is unknown, when it comes to the outside world, the weakest one is a Saint King with a Saint-level body.
You can completely torture Zi Chen.
Seven days later, the old man used the harvest of these days to exchange a pickaxe for Zi Chen. The pickaxe was exchanged from the blacksmith. The blacksmith was the strong man who took away Emperor Jiatu. During this period, he met Emperor Jiatu. The latter was not much better than him. He was a miner, but he was working as a handyman for the blacksmith. of.
The moment he got the pickaxe, Zi Chen began his real mining career and became a veritable miner.
He held the heavy pickaxe in his hand, and after he confidently dropped the first pickaxe, there was a sonorous sound and sparks flew everywhere. The pickaxe bounced off the hard stone and almost knocked Zi Chen unconscious.
At the end of the day, he couldn't knock a few stones, but Zi Chen was so hungry that his heart was pressed against his back. If it weren't for the old man taking care of him, Zi Chen might have starved to death here.
He is a powerful monk, but here he acts like a real mortal.
This situation lasted for half a month, and Zi Chen finally got used to the weight of the pickaxe and the force of its swing. The first piece of black iron ore was finally mined, and the ore was also able to be picked up.
He has made great progress compared to before.
Of course, a piece of black iron ore is already the limit. If there was another piece, Zi Chen wouldn't be able to hold it.
Next, Zi Chen began to rest, waiting for the old man to mine a piece of ore and then leave.
Relatively speaking, the harvest from mining is not small, enough for food and clothing.
After arriving here for half a month, Zi Chen was already very familiar with the old man. As long as he collected a stone, he would call it a day and most of the food he received in exchange would be replaced by wine. [Fast updates, clean website pages, few ads, I like this kind of website the most, I must praise it]
Sometimes, when the family has accumulated a lot of food, he no longer even goes to the mountains to mine. In Zi Chen's words, it's just laziness and has nothing to do with hard work.
However, Zi Chen soon became familiar with this environment in the following time, and he also made some gains, slowly accumulating some ores.
He asked the old man about the layout here. In addition to this village, there were several other villages nearby. There was a small town two hundred miles away, which was the furthest place the old man had ever been.
Obviously there are no holy soldiers in the village. If you want to get the holy soldiers, you have to go to the town. The old man told Zi Chen that the chance of having holy soldiers in the town was very small unless he went to a city further away.
It was the only city in the world. It was said to be very big, with powerful people and even gods living in it.
Of course, this was all what the old man heard. He didn’t know where the city was, and he didn’t have the strength to go there.
Going to the small town was already his limit.
If Zi Chen really wanted to get the holy weapon, he would have to go to the town first, then find out the way into the city, and then find a way to get into the city.
Zi Chen has been working hard. If he didn't work hard, he would be like these people, staying here all his life and becoming a miner.
Two months passed quickly, and Zi Chen had adapted to the cruel environment here. He was always careful not to let any insects get close.
Moreover, Zi Chen gradually discovered that as his strength grew, his shielded soul seemed to have some weak perceptions.
After telling the old man this, he immediately laughed at him, "If you want to use energy, you must be a member of the God Clan."
Zi Chen was not affected by this. He had already seen that the old man was just dawdling and had no hope for the future. But he has a mission. He must find a way to get the holy soldiers and then go back.
The old man said that no one can go back, which is obviously wrong, because Gatuchita got out alive with a holy weapon.
Another day, the two left the village again, carrying pickaxes on their backs and going up the mountain to continue mining.
During this period of time, Zi Chen gained a little, and he kept it all at the old man's house instead of going to the blacksmith to exchange it.
The old man said that if you really want to go to a small town, then go there to exchange, the price can be higher.
When he reached the halfway point, the old man suddenly stopped and looked ahead.
I saw an old man and a young man coming down the mountain, and they happened to meet each other.
Compared with the above combination of one old and one young, Zi Chen's combination is really too embarrassing. At first glance, it looks like a landlord who is just a slave. Compared with the patched robes of the two people, the clothes of the two people opposite were luxurious.
Here, you have to have enough food and clothing before you dress appropriately. There is no doubt that the two of them live a very good life here, which is equivalent to a well-off life.
"You, old man, are not dead yet? In the last mining accident, the mountain fell. How come you are not dead?" The old man in luxurious clothes looked at the old man in front of Zi Chen and said coldly.
"Old man, I am too lucky to die, but you should be more careful. There are poisonous insects here. If you fail to collect the careful medicine, you will end up with your own life." The old man responded in a neither yin nor yang manner.
It could be seen that the two had a grudge, but what surprised Zi Chen was the identity of the old man.
The old man told Zi Chen that there are many medicinal herbs on this mountain that can be exchanged for food, but because there are too many poisonous insects, no one dares to pick them unless they are alchemists.
But the old man in front of him dared to collect medicine. He was obviously an alchemist. Just like the outside world, alchemists here are also a rare species and their status is very noble.
Look at the young man again, wearing a luxurious robe and carrying a medicine basket behind his back, with several medicinal plants in it.
When Zi Chen looked at each other, the young man was also staring at Zi Chen.
Although everyone was mortal and Zi Chen could not sense the other person's realm, from the other person's cold eyes, Zi Chen could see murderous intent at a glance.
He had never seen the other party before, and the other party had murderous intentions towards him. Obviously, this was not because of the grudge between the two old men.
"Are you from the Huot family?" Zi Chen looked at the young man and said indifferently.
The young man's eyes became colder and colder, he looked at Zi Chen and said coldly: "Hot Tommy."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Zi Chen's mouth and he said: "As expected."
With murderous intentions towards him, the two sides naturally have grudges, and in this world, Zi Chen does not offend anyone else. So obviously, this enemy comes from the outside world.
Only fifteen people from the outside world entered here, and he knew everyone from the Jiatu family. The one in front of him was either the Holt family or the Daofu family.
Because Dolph Hill has inner demons and is very conceited, he obviously will not tell others about his grudges. Then only the Huot family is left. You must know that there were many saints watching from the outside, and it was normal to know him.
"Do you know him?" The old man looked at Hothomie next to him.
"The person I talked to my ancestor about last time is him!" Hott Tommy pointed at Zi Chen and said coldly: "If you dare to go wild in the Hott family, you are simply seeking death!"
It is certain that the other party is one of the five people who came this time, a genius with a saint-level body. Zi Chen looked at the other party and said coldly: "What, you want to do something? Do you know where this place is?"
"Of course I know!" The growing murderous intent in his eyes showed Hothomie's true thoughts at this moment.
The old man was also happy to see this. He took a step back and took out two swords, one long and one short, that exuded faint light. It could be seen that they were made of black iron, and their quality was better than that of a pickaxe. It was much higher, and for the people in the village, it was a truly high-end product, and it cost a lot of money to make.
Seeing Hothomie take over the dagger, Zi Chen subconsciously took three steps back and looked at the other person warily.
The old man in front held the pickaxe in his hand, looked at the old man and said: "Since you are looking for a fight, I will help you. Reads; Little guy, be careful, don't let this sword touch you. The pickaxe is gone, otherwise the whole week's work will be in vain."
Zi Chen didn't speak, and retreated again, his expression becoming more and more nervous.
"What, are you scared?" Hothomie smiled sarcastically, then held the dagger and moved forward.
But he was very afraid of the old man, so he deliberately opened the distance between him and the old man, and walked towards Zi Chen from the other side.
"Be careful!" the old man reminded Hothomie.
"Don't worry, ancestor, killing him is easy!" Hothomie smiled confidently.
Zi Chen was still retreating, his expression became more and more nervous, and he seemed to be very afraid of the other party. Even the pickaxe he held in his hand was trembling.
He has retreated from the mountain road into a bush. If he retreats further, he will completely enter there. For the people here, it is a very dangerous place with many insects.
Hothomie stepped forward step by step, the black sword in his hand flashed with cold light. He looked at Zi Chen and said with a sarcastic smile: "Why, now I know I'm afraid. Weren't you very arrogant before?"
Zi Chen said nothing, cold sweat falling drop by drop on his forehead, and the distance between him and Hothomie was getting closer and closer.
When he was still three meters away from Zi Chen, Hothommi's eyes flashed coldly, and he held the black sword and stabbed towards Zi Chen.
There is no skill in this sword, but it relies on quality and sharpness. As long as the pickaxe dares to block it, it will be split into two in an instant, and then the guy in front of him will be split into two.
Zi Chen didn't block it and didn't dare to block it. This was a weapon made of pure black iron and was very sharp.
With cold sweat on his forehead, he shouted loudly, stepped towards the ground, jumped up, as tall as a man, and swept backwards into the sky.
"It's useless, you..."
Hothomie sneered and rushed forward.
A green snake sprang out from the weeds, its fangs sticking out of its mouth.
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