Ren Qing calmed down and listened carefully to the digging sounds coming from the surrounding mines. He could guess the rough depth from far and near.
Song Zongwu should have dug more than two thousand meters.
Next is the Fist Mark Mine, which is about a thousand meters long, and then the Claw Mark Mine, which is slightly less.
Huang Ziwan's mine is the shallowest, less than 500 meters probably because the toxins have a mediocre corrosive effect.
Ren Qing looked at the stone wall in front of him, holding the pickaxe with both hands, his arm muscles began to bulge slightly, and he used his waist to lend strength.
He wasn't going to hold anything back.
Mainly because the physical difference between the half-corpse realm and the warrior realm is not obvious, and it is not even as good as the techniques to bless the body.
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The pickaxe fell heavily.
Only a crisp impact sound was heard, the iron pickaxe and the wooden frame were broken into two sections, and the pickaxe flew out with the remaining force.
Fortunately, Ren Qing reacted promptly due to the double pupil, otherwise at least there would have been bruises.
"..."
The corner of his mouth twitched, realizing that he was still too underestimated.
Ren Qing changed the handle of the iron pickaxe again. This time he did not dare to use too much force, so he only left a shallow pit on the stone wall.
He gradually increased his strength, but the iron pick still could not hold up for long.
Ren Qing simply closed his eyes and recalled carefully, then the muscles in his whole body tensed and relaxed, and he simulated chiseling movements from time to time.
The flow of information gave Ren Qing extremely strong control over his body, otherwise he would not have been able to use the Damiao knife so easily.
What you have to do now is let your body figure out how to swing the pickaxe.
In the mine next door, Huang Ziwan noticed Ren Qing stopped.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was impossible for Song Zong to give up so casually without wasting his energy on teaching.
He stopped spitting venom and leaned against the stone wall to wait.
After a while, the knocking sound sounded again, neither fast nor slow.
Huang Ziwan smiled and shook his head. Just when he was about to continue digging, the frequency of tapping suddenly began to increase, and the movement became louder and louder.
How can it be……
His expression became a little shocked. Could it be that the other party has already become more familiar with it?
Huang Ziwan waited for a while, thinking that Ren Qing would soon be exhausted, but he didn't expect that his speed would break through again.
He quickly spit out venom and corroded the stone wall. If he was caught up by a junior who was not even a jailer, he would not have to raise his head again.
Ren Qing dug for more than ten minutes before choosing to rest for a while.
He noticed that although every time he swung the pickaxe, he could knock off a large piece of rock, but his arm was sore from the shock and the tiger's mouth was cracked.
However, everything is difficult at the beginning, so Ren Qing waited until he regained feeling in his arm before continuing to dig.
After resting and resting for most of the day, his mine was already several meters long, but the color of the originally light yellow rock layer was slightly darker.
Ren Qing tried it with a shovel, and sure enough, the stone wall became harder.
This means that if you want to ensure efficiency, you must make continuous progress...
He let out a long sigh, and then concentrated on chiseling. After a long time, the frequency recovered again, and even improved slightly.
Ren Qing also discovered a benefit of mining. The shock from the iron pickaxe was gradually transmitted to various places by the body's instinct.
The human skin book was involuntarily exercised, and its skin felt tingling and numb.
Ren Qing dug more vigorously, and he even saw the hope of being promoted to a leather refiner without spending his lifespan.
And as soon as his physical strength is exhausted, he eats some pig eyes to recover, and so on.
Even under his stimulation, Huang Ziwan stayed for five hours before leaving the mine, cursing as he walked.
By the time Song Zongwu noticed something strange about Ren Qing, it was late at night before he knew it.
When Ren Qing came back to his senses, he found that he didn't even have the slightest strength left, so he could only lie on the ground in a panic, his clothes soaked with sweat.
Song Zongwu looked helpless. Ren Qing was a little reluctant before. How could it suddenly develop to the point where he didn't eat or drink?
The mine that can be expanded by more than ten meters does not look like a fake, indicating that the increasingly hard rock layer has not stopped Ren Qing.
Song Zongwu dragged Ren Qing and threw him into the military tent. In the blink of an eye, deafening snoring could be heard from inside.
On the second day.
Without needing to be reminded by Song Zongwu, Ren Qing first went to hunt a lone wolf in the mountains and forests, and then took some dry food and plunged into the mine.
Ren Qing could feel the progress of the human skin book at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was probably difficult for ordinary people to hurt themselves with blunt blows.
In the following days, he did not only dig but practice every day, but he also recognized all the guards in the camp.
Most jailers have a relatively cold attitude and don't even bother to pay attention to themselves.
The jailer who digs the rock wall with his claws is nicknamed Land. The technique he practices is similar to the Divine Foot Sutra, but he has become half human and half beast due to the erosion of alienation.
It looks like a field rat, with its hands completely transformed into animal claws.
To put it simply, the monk is gradually transformed into an inhuman being due to the influence of the strange things in his body, and it is also permanent.
There is also a jailer named Xu Shilin, whose magic should be able to control the mist, but he is elusive and cannot be traced.
When Ren Qing dug hundreds of meters, he began to prepare to try the large seedling knife, but to be on the safe side, he chopped hardwood piles first.
While he was practicing his sword skills, suddenly it became extremely noisy outside the camp.
Ren Qing quickly put away the knife and walked over.
Under the leadership of a jailer, hundreds of people were seen heading towards the direction of Tuofeng Mountain.
Among them, only twenty-three out of ten were government officials, and the rest were almost all prisoners in shackles, and some were dressed as hunters.
Ren Qing noticed that the prisoner's walking movements were stiff, as if he was under some kind of control.
The remaining government servants and hunters did retain their intelligence, but their eyes when looking at the leading jailer were full of fear.
Song Zongwu stretched out his hand to signal the crowd to stop.
A smile appeared on Li Yaoyang's face. When he opened his mouth, black flying insects came out of the prisoner's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and finally crawled back into his body.
Dozens of prisoners seemed to have lost their support and fell to the ground twitching, some even lifeless.
Song Zong asked with an ugly face: "Li Yaoyang, I didn't ask you to bring these people here, did I?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Song. Considering how troublesome the disaster relief restricted area is, we have deployed more manpower."
Li Yaoyang licked his lips and added: "These prisoners stayed in the cell for too long and their bodies were wasted, so they had to use extraordinary measures."
Song Zongwu stopped talking. He also knew in his heart that letting prisoners replace the government officials would ensure that the excavation would be accelerated several times.
However, Ren Qing couldn't help but frown and glanced at Orion.
Is it possible that Song Rong would be hiding among others, but that would be unrealistic under the eyes of so many jailers, right?
If this is the case, find an opportunity to use the information flow to catch it.
Song Zongwu also realized the problem, and he asked: "Why are there more than a dozen hunters?"
"The mountain villages near the restricted area have to be relocated, so we temporarily transferred some hunters, and I will give them enough money."
Song Zongwu nodded. Except for him, who was in the Yin Chai realm, all the guards present had reached the Ghost Envoy realm.
We cannot delay sealing off the restricted area because of the evil incident. Moreover, with Li Yaoyang's poison, he can use three kinds of magic to temporarily seal off the restricted area for disaster relief.
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