Tai Bamboo Mountain.

The eastern area of ​​the copper crystal vein.

In a hall with four openings, there are pieces of stones emitting red light inlaid everywhere.

Around the hall, there are more than a dozen stone seats arranged in an orderly manner, which looks like a reception place.

Nie Qian sat on her knees with her legs bent, and her hands were squeezing the shoulders of a purple-robed man.

The big man in purple robe narrowed his eyes slightly and touched her waist from time to time, looking like he was enjoying it extremely.

"Brother Xing."

Nie Qian clung to the big man in purple robes and said in a tired voice: "Monster Tuo invites you to get together at the No. 2 mining area tomorrow to discuss working together to deal with Duan Gaojing's group of thieves."

"Um?"

The monk surnamed Xing grabbed her wrist and sneered: "Tell me, how many benefits has Old Monster Tuo given you?"

Nie Qian was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she said in panic: "He gave me a thousand kilograms of copper crystals and asked me to pass on a message. Brother Xing, I have not betrayed you!"

"Betrayal, haha!"

The monk surnamed Xing kicked Nie Qian away and said disdainfully: "Just you?"

Touching his chin covered with stubble, monk Xing's eyes flickered.

His full name is Xing Linnian. He was originally a bandit on a small island, and his business was robbing the people in the town.

Decades ago, an old immortal master came to the island to recruit spiritual disciples.

After he revealed a few spells similar to thunder in his palm, Xing Linnian immediately became obsessed with this otherworldly power.

Of the hundreds of mortals of the right age on the island, only two passed the spiritual root test.

And he, Xing Linnian, is one of the lucky ones.

But not long after he was immersed in joy, he learned from the old immortal master that he was just the lowest-grade spiritual root.

The foundation building avenue is out of reach.

After Xing Linnian's initial unwillingness and attempts, he had given up long ago.

He thought about raising his cultivation level to the ninth level of Qi training first, and then finding a small force to join him.

It would be better to have an heir with spiritual roots, and it would not be a waste of time to practice Taoism in this life.

After learning that the Meng family had expanded its recruitment of miners and that the remuneration was quite generous, Xing Linnian decided to take a boat from the secluded place, intending to save a sum of resources to buy cultivation elixirs.

What surprised Xing Linnian was that his seventh level of Qi training was not worth mentioning in the outside world, but in the mine, he stood out from the crowd and ranked among the best.

Soon, a large number of new miners gathered under his command.

Under his leadership, an established force in the cave was defeated in just one month.

The bright hall we are in now is one of the trophies.

There are currently nearly a hundred monks in the mine. Except for a few powerful loners, they basically belong to three camps.

These three camps divided up the underground mineral veins and divided them into three mining areas.

Whenever the share of copper crystals is handed over, violent conflicts will break out among the miners.

Occupying the No. 1 mining area, the most powerful team of miners is led by a monk named Duan Gaojing.

He has been entering the Taizhu Mountain Mine for four years and has reached the eighth level of Qi training.

The No. 2 mining area and the No. 3 mining area are the territories of Tuo Laoguai and Xing Linnian respectively.

Both of them are at the seventh level of Qi training, each has nearly thirty miners under their command, and their strength is between equals.

With mining year after year, it has become increasingly difficult to dig out copper crystals recently.

A considerable number of miners are unable to meet their monthly quota.

Conflicts between several major camps were frequent, and the smell of gunpowder became increasingly intense.

"Go and tell Mr. Tuo that I, Mr. Xing, will be there as scheduled tomorrow!"

Xing Linnian put his hands behind his back and faced Nie Qian, and said in a cold tone.

"Okay, I'll go over and tell you."

Nie Qian looked happy and quickly got up from the ground.

Since Xing Linnian has agreed to keep the appointment, she has the confidence to knock on old monster Na Tuo again.

This time he must at least produce thirty or fifty spiritual stones, otherwise he would have suffered this kick in vain!

When the sound of her footsteps gradually died down, Xing Linnian turned around, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

…

More than ten miles away from the platform, deep in the veins, two miners on the sixth level of Qi training were slowly advancing.

Each of them had a corpse of a demon spider with black and white patterns tied to their backs.

It looked extremely heavy, and every time I took a step, my shoes would sink half a foot into the mud.

"Brother, someone seems to be following us!"

The fat monk walking behind suddenly stopped and spoke.

"Shh!"

A monk wearing a green turban in front carefully put down the corpse of the demon spider. After listening to it for a while, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted anxiously: "Second brother, hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon!"

After that, he first took out a jade pen from his arms and placed it across his chest.

The jade pen is about three feet long and is emerald green in color. A stream of pure water energy overflows when it is swung.

When the fat monk heard this, he was already prepared and quickly held a sharp short knife in his hand.

This dagger was no more than two inches long, and there was a glimmer of light on the blade, which must have been smeared with some kind of poison.

In the dim light emitted by the night pearl, a long and narrow shadow gradually became clear, and a young monk wearing snow-white robes slowly walked over.

"The two fellow Taoists are cautious."

Chen Pingping said expressionlessly, but his eyes were looking at the two calf-sized spider corpses on the ground.

This is a white-haired wolf spider, of mortal demon bloodline, capable of possessing mid-level first-order strength when it reaches adulthood.

This demon likes to be quiet and often appears in pairs of one female and one male. It generally does not live in groups with multiple heads.

Although Fujiyama Island has no natural spiritual veins, its impact on monsters is not great.

Just like humans can swallow pills to gain spiritual power and improve their cultivation, some monsters can also advance quickly by absorbing the energy contained in minerals or spiritual herbs.

Therefore, in this medium-sized copper crystal mine at your feet, there are several low-level monsters that feed on copper crystals.

It's just that the quantity is sparse and it has not caused obvious damage to the main body of the huge mineral vein.

Chen Ping had been hiding for nearly a month, and this was the first time he saw a monster in the mine.

As for the corpses of these two white-haired wolf spiders, they were worth only a dozen spiritual stones, so he certainly didn't care about them.

He followed these two people with only one purpose, the copper crystal mine.

Based on his guess, there was probably only one reason why these two people were carrying the white-haired tarantula on their backs.

Their storage bags are filled with more important items.

Otherwise, it would be much more convenient to put the corpse of the monster in a storage bag and carry it.

Storage bags are the lowest form of space magic weapon. The mustard seed law contained in them is still in its infancy, so it cannot hold unlimited items.

A three-square storage bag can hold about 500 kilograms, while a five-square storage bag can hold items weighing a thousand kilograms.

The seven-square storage bag hanging on Chen Ping's body can hold two thousand kilograms of stuff.

"Your Majesty has been following us two brothers all the way. What advice do you have?"

The monk wearing a green turban asked warily.

Seeing that the person's cultivation level was only at the sixth level of Qi training, most of his uneasiness disappeared immediately.

There were nearly a hundred monks in the mine, and there were only two palms that could defeat his two brothers together. The strange young man in front of him was obviously not one of them.

He might even be able to rob the other party in turn.

"Hand over all the copper crystals on your body and get out of here!"

Holding the hilt of the blue pattern sword, Chen Ping looked cold.

"quack……"

The fat monk's small eyes narrowed into slits, and he sneered: "You have such a loud tone, do you think you don't know the names of my two brothers?"

"Appreciate further details."

Just two fish on the sticky board, Chen Ping blinked and said in a joking tone.

"Under the head of the mine in the No. 1 mining section, it's Zhuo Han, the protector elder of Youlong!"

The fat monk puffed up his chest and said with a hint of pride: "This is my eldest brother, Zhuo Qi, the protector elder Zuo Long!"

"Elder Left and Right Dragon Protector? What nonsense? I've never heard of it."

Chen Ping shrugged, stabbed horizontally with his sword, and said coldly: "Give you two three more breaths to hand over the copper crystal!"

"You brat, you're new here, right? You don't even know Duan Miner!"

Zhuo Han laughed angrily, stepped on the rock wall with his short knife, and used his strength to draw towards Chen Ping's collarbone, shouting: "Today I want you to realize the reality, how dare you steal my

The two brothers are in trouble!"

Zhuo Qi crossed his arms, paying attention to the fight between the two, and had no intention of stepping forward to help.

This person's cultivation level is almost the same as his. Even if Zhuo Han is defeated, he will not be defeated in a short period of time.

And he was scurrying around, and as long as he found a suitable opportunity, he could defeat this arrogant boy with one move.

After all, the spiritual energy in the Fujiyama Island area is extremely thin, and the spiritual energy lost in fighting can only be restored through elixirs.

Therefore, the miners here are very cautious every time before taking action to avoid excessive consumption of mana.

"The art of insect seal writing!"

Chen Ping raised his lips. Zhuo Han's surprise attack seemed to be lightning fast, but in his opinion, it was full of flaws.

Turning his wrist upward, the green-patterned sword was erected in front of him, and he accurately blocked the short sword.

"嗗嗗"

The two magical instruments collided together, producing a series of harsh and sharp sounds.

The light on the short knife dimmed, and a gap visible to the naked eye was opened on the blade.

"High-quality magic weapon!"

Zhuo Hanhu's mouth felt a dull pain, and he looked distressed and panicked.

His short sword is only a middle-grade magical weapon, and cannot compete with the green-patterned sword that is one level higher.

Without hesitation, Chen Ping mobilized 30% of his spiritual power and injected it into the sword. The next moment, he saw the aura of the green pattern sword rising sharply, and bright green lights like the stars in the night sky floating on it.

"boom"

Without any accident, Zhuo Han let go of his short sword, and like a meteorite falling to the bottom, Chen Ping kicked him more than ten feet away.

"Brother, come together!"

Wiping away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Han picked up the short knife and shouted at Zhuo Qi.

"good!"

Zhuo Qi immediately responded, his eyes full of greed as he looked at the Biwen Sword.

He and Zhuo Han have not saved much money since they have been practicing, and high-grade magic weapons seem to be an unattainable dream.

"You must get this sword!"

Zhuo Qi secretly calculated that if he had a high-grade magic weapon, his two brothers could compete with the great elder under Duan Gaojing.

When the time comes, the mine bosses will pay more attention to them. Are you still worried about not getting enough training resources in the future?

“Let the pen come to life!”

Zhuo Qi's mood was high. He held the jade pen tightly and tapped a hundred times in the air. With each step he took, a pink peony petal formed.

"The Flower God gathers the net!"

Pieces of peony petals rotated rapidly, and in an instant they formed a large net several feet long and wide, and fell down towards Chen Ping.
Chapter completed!