In the vast sea world, warriors generally have a low status, while those who cultivate immortals are at a high level.
And in this mining area, it has been reflected to the extreme.
The warriors were reduced to the tragic end of being able to mine, while the cultivators had the power of life and death in their hands. The two seemed to be from completely different worlds.
Several monks landed from the flying carpet, all wearing yellow python-patterned robes, white jade belts, and blue monastic crowns, with indifferent expressions.
Call the warriors and quickly hand over the ore collected today.
It's like summoning animals.
Their cultivation level is only at the foundation-building level. In one-on-one situations, some third-level warriors present are completely worthy.
But all the warriors dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and they lined up obediently in front of them.
The warriors had to hand over all their harvest every day, and almost no one would deliberately hide it.
First, it cannot be taken out at all, and second, hiding it in a mine is very risky.
The tunnels in the mine are connected, and there is a risk of losing the hidden treasure. Most importantly, ground fires occur frequently at night, and it is easy to carry the ore to unknown places.
Of course, the most important thing is that the daily distribution of supplies is closely related to the harvest of that day.
Liu Mang, Lao Gutou and others were lined up at the end of the queue.
Looking at the immortal cultivators in front, they were quickly checking the warriors' mineral bags.
At the front of the queue was a short, black and thin warrior. He lowered his head and bent over, respectfully holding the mine bag high above his head.
The yellow-robed monk in front waved his whisk lightly, and a faint white aura touched the mine bag through the air.
The contents jumped out of the bag and flew straight to the ground.
What appeared on the ground was a piece of watermelon-sized, irregular-shaped, nearly transparent crystal with just a hint of white.
"Four low-grade spiritual stones."
The monk's conclusion was very crude. He simply judged with the naked eye how many standard-sized spiritual stones the warrior's harvest was equivalent to.
After he finished counting.
Next to him was a strongman wearing gray-blue servant clothes. He quickly took out a piece of palm-sized, somewhat rotten black meat from his storage bag and threw it roughly on the ground.
"Thank you, superior!"
Being treated like this, the thin black warrior still looked happy and hurriedly picked up the meat on the ground, as if he had taken advantage of it.
"Bah! Even if you are a weakling, you may not be able to get more meat." The bald Wei said in a low voice with disdain.
The warriors behind are mainly divided into two types.
One kind is like a thin black man who is deliberately trying to please, which accounts for a small part of the population. The other kind is neither humble nor arrogant, and this kind is the mainstream.
But after all, I met a stupid young man with a perfunctory attitude.
He just raised his left hand slightly, holding the mine bag in his hand, and looked directly at the monk who was considering everyone, with some disdain.
The ore he collected was obviously larger than the previous black and thin warrior, but he only received the evaluation of two spiritual stones.
"How can it be that my piece is so big, it's only worth two low-grade spiritual stones?" The man looked unhappy and wanted to defend himself.
"Um?"
The monk's face turned cold.
The strongman next to him took out a metal whip full of spikes from his waist and slapped the man in the face hard!
"ah!"
Only a scream was heard, and the man covered his face and rolled on the ground in pain.
And the meat that was supposed to be given to him was naturally ignored.
"Haha, I guess he is a newcomer who has just arrived. He doesn't know how big the world is." Fatty Li Wuhua had a look of ridicule on his face.
When it was Liu Mang's turn, he raised the bag in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. He did not lower his head, but he also did not show any provocation.
The monk's whisk was skipped.
From Liu Mang's mine bag, a black crystal stone shimmering with metallic light flew out, a crystal stone that was as red as glass, and four almost transparent crystal stones with only a hint of white.
"Huh?"
The yellow-robed monk was thinking about it, with a hint of surprise on his face, and then he pondered for a moment and said, "Three high-grade spiritual stones."
Then, the strongman next to him took out a piece of thick pink meat about a foot long and half a foot wide.
"Second-level ferocious beast meat!"
Faint low voices came from the crowd, with undisguised envy in their voices.
Liu Mang brought the piece of meat to where Lao Gutou and the others were.
Except for himself, the other six teammates obtained some rotten black meat, ranging from the size of a palm to the size of a brick.
But they didn't dislike it at all. They used their internal strength to quickly steam the dark meat, and then devoured it with big mouthfuls.
The dark meat was quickly devoured.
Then, his eyes looked at Liu Mang with a "swish" look.
Looking at the second-level ferocious beast meat that Liu Mang obtained, his eyes showed envy.
Liu Mang felt funny in his heart.
He used Xuan Guang to simulate his internal strength, quickly steamed the animal meat, and then took a tentative bite.
The meat of the second-level ferocious beast melts in your mouth and seems to be a little sweet.
Then, a stream of heat appeared in his body, replenishing the energy he had barely consumed during the day.
The energy contained in this small piece of meat is estimated to be hundreds of times more than that of a chicken of the same size. It is equivalent to the treasures of the last world.
If the warriors in this world take this meat regularly, they will be promoted very quickly.
From chatting with Lao Gutou and the others, we learned that this is their common practice method, relying on eating the meat of ferocious beasts to improve their cultivation.
The beast meat tasted good, so Liu Mang took a few more bites.
"Huh?"
He found that at this moment, a somewhat violent aura emerged from his body, trying to attack his sanity.
But he was easily suppressed by Liu Mang in an instant and was completely refined.
By this time, Liu Mang had roughly understood why it was difficult for high-level warriors to appear in the world of immortality.
The meat of ferocious beasts contains violent energy. The more you eat, the more violent energy will accumulate.
The higher the cultivation level, the greater the risk of being completely eroded to the sanity.
The inheritance of high-level martial arts is cut off, and the world is full of monsters and dangers.
It forces everyone to use this crude method to improve their cultivation.
Immortal cultivators are also happy to see the emergence of high-level warriors, and do not restrict the warriors from ingesting the meat of ferocious beasts.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Liu Mang was thinking about his thoughts and saw his teammates, including Lao Gutou, staring at him, and there were greedy glances around him.
He casually tore off a piece of untouched beast meat from the tail and threw it to Lao Gutou.
There was a look of surprise in Lao Gutou's eyes, and he hurriedly stuffed the meat into his mouth and devoured it.
As for the others, Liu Mang ignored them.
After all, Lao Gutou had spent a lot of time teaching him step by step. Liu Mang had always been a stickler for repaying kindness, so sharing a little with him was nothing.
Forget it for everyone else.
Even if the second-level meat is of no use to him, he is not a gift boy.
If you act stupidly and are kind to others, the other person may not appreciate it, and may even regard him as someone who has been taken advantage of.
"Eat so much, I'll tire you to death!" Fatty Li Wuhua started to speak venomously again, his eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
After listening to his words, Liu Mang ate even more deliciously.
At this moment, there was a commotion not far away.
Liu Mang looked up and saw a group of fierce-looking men swaggering into the middle of the crowd, roughly pushing others aside and occupying a large space.
The people they occupied looked ugly, but they obviously didn't dare to get angry at them and walked away dejectedly.
Liu Mang could clearly see that every big man had a black tattoo in the shape of an eagle, either on his cheek, arm, or neck.
"It's the Eagle King's team!" Lao Gutou looked at the group of big men and explained to Liu Mang, "Almost everyone among them has a third-level cultivation level. The Eagle King headed by him is even more unfathomable. In the mine,
It’s enough to rank among the top few in the cave.
They are also one of the few teams that dare to go to the second level frequently! The only ones who can compare with them are the teams led by Lao Daobaozi, Black Widow and the others."
"The Eagle King's team acts overbearingly, and they will be punished. If you offend them, you won't be able to survive on the second level!" Da Wei usually has a bad temper and seems to be fearless, but at this time, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
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The second floor is not like the first floor. There are many partitions. It is said that everyone stays in the same area.
Then, they saw a bald man from the Eagle King's team come to another team and arrogantly stretched out his hand: "Bring it here!"
The person he targeted was a thin man holding a piece of pink meat.
Like Liu Mang, he also obtained the second-level ferocious beast meat.
But because they were too close to the Vulture team, they were directly targeted.
The second-level ferocious beast meat can not only replenish the physical strength they consume during the day, but also has the magical effect of improving their cultivation level.
The value is so high that it is far beyond the level of first-order ferocious beast meat found on the streets.
The thin man looked struggling, his eyes were painful and tangled.
But under the fierce eyes of the bald man, he still hesitated and handed over the meat in his hand.
Snapped!
The bald man snatched away the beast's meat and said disdainfully: "What a damn ink mark!"
He stuffed the meat into his mouth at will, turned his eyes, and began to scan the people around him with aggressive eyes.
Everyone who was seen by him couldn't help but lower their heads. Many people hid their meat behind their backs, for fear of walking in the footsteps of that unlucky guy.
Soon, he spotted another person.
It was an old warrior with a blue complexion, blood on the corner of his mouth, and gray hair. He had obviously been injured in the mine.
"My lord, my lord, I have to go to the second floor tomorrow. Without this piece of meat, my physical strength cannot be restored, and I will probably die there!" the old man begged.
"Bring it here." The bald man was unmoved and said with a ferocious smile.
"My lord! My lord! Please, I beg you!" The old man actually knelt down and burst into tears.
His head full of white hair, deep wrinkles, and old voice made him look particularly miserable.
"I said, bring it here!" The bald man's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he was obviously a little impatient.
The old man smiled miserably, and still handed over the second-level ferocious beast meat in his hand with difficulty.
The bald man twitched violently, muttered something and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Old Bangzi, you should have died long ago. Living for so long is just a waste of food."
I don't know if he was full, but this time he finally stopped and returned to the team.
The other big men in the team were all smiling and pointing.
"Vulture, you are no longer a deterrent. People will have to think for a long time before giving you meat."
"Not only is the intimidation of the vulture no longer good, I think other aspects are also not good. The pretty girl last time didn't give him any face at all, and it was the boss who took action..."
Then, there was a burst of unbridled laughter.
The other warriors around had already run far away, leaving a huge open space for them.
It seems that even among the warriors who survive in the mines, there is a strict hierarchy.
"It is strictly forbidden to use force in the square. Once discovered by the pterosaurs in the sky, they will eat all those who do it. They have been eyeing us." Old Gutou was once again giving Liu Mang common sense.
Don't underestimate this common sense, it can sometimes save someone's life.
Liu Mang thought that he could give Lao Gutou a piece of meat tomorrow.
"You're also bald, but I'm much better than you." Li Wuhua mocked Wei Dao.
Da Wei snorted coldly and said nothing.
"The Wei who neither steals nor robs is much better than that vulture." Liu Mang disagreed.
"Boy, this world has always been about the weak and the strong! You were just lucky this time and were not targeted. Next time, you should keep a low profile. If you are targeted by a vulture, we can't protect you!" Li Wuhua sneered.
Liu Mang shook his head, too lazy to explain.
Should I say it or not, it was actually the bald guy named Vulture who was lucky.
It was already dark by this time.
After the bell rang,
The warriors in the square began to disperse.
The target of their advance was the gathering area of small stone houses not far from them.
The small stone house is in the shape of a hemisphere and looks similar to a yurt. It is quite spacious for one person, but it will seem crowded for two people.
"Which house do I live in?" Liu Mang asked.
"Any one will do." Lao Gutou explained to him, "There are many more stone houses here than there are us. But don't stay too far away from us, otherwise there will be an accident and we won't be able to save you in time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lao Gutou still attaches great importance to Liu Mang who can dig out good mines.
For them, the team assessment at the end of the month is far more important than the daily personal settlement.
As long as Liu Mang continues his good luck today, they can beat the team led by Xu Mazi without having to go to the terrifying second level.
Liu Mang found an empty stone house next to Lao Gutou and the others.
Inside this stone house, there was a worn-out straw mat left behind by someone unknown. At this time, its owner was Liu Mang.
Liu Mang lay on this straw mat and spent his first night in the vast sea world.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
At night, he heard a terrifying beast roar, huge and wild, as if it came from a very far away place, and as if the other party existed not far from him.
This closed place seems to have a lot of secrets. This idea flashed through Liu Mang's mind.
The next day, early in the morning.
Liu Mang followed Lao Gutou and the others to the tunnel where they stayed yesterday and started a new day of mining life.
Bang!
Bang!
The hoe waved and sparks flew everywhere.
In order not to go to the second floor next month, everyone is very motivated.
At a certain moment, the bald Wei suddenly smashed the entire rock wall that was supposed to be extremely hard and collapsed in.
The brown stone fell with a rustle, as if it had been hollowed out, revealing a gray-white rock wall inlaid with dense hexagonal holes, like a honeycomb.
"No, it's the cave of the gold-eating beast. Be careful not to get close to it!" Lao Gutou shouted loudly.
'Whoosh whoosh whoosh!'
Countless black shadows cut through the void, shooting towards everyone at a speed far exceeding that of a second-level warrior!
Each of them is about the size of a fist, with a head like a mouse, a body like a fish, and a tail like a snake. The fish scales on the body shimmer with silver metallic luster, and when they open their mouths, they reveal densely packed black sharp teeth.
Almost everyone present, after Lao Gutou's reminder, all waited attentively and showed off their magical powers.
It also allowed Liu Mang to see all kinds of strange ways of attack by warriors in this world.
Mo Yiruo, a wretched man, danced with all his limbs, his flexible body twisting and changing rapidly.
Sometimes it turns into an agile ape, its arms suddenly stretched out, sweeping away the shadow. Sometimes it turns into a stoic lizard, clinging to the stone wall quickly, its body as if it has turned into a thin piece of paper, avoiding
Attack with shadows.
The cold-faced man Leng Yiwen, the hoe in his hand seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, dancing around tightly, and the black shadows hit it and fell to the ground with a "pop".
Tang Huailin, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, used various moves. Every time he punched, the air shook and the black shadow was completely crushed into powder.
Lao Gutou was the person with the highest level of cultivation on the scene. His movements were neither hasty nor slow, but every time he struck, a dark shadow would fall down.
As for the bald Wei and the fat Li Wuhua, their martial arts are even more bizarre.
"Duh!"
The muscles all over Da Wei's body were trembling, and a strange sound came from his chest, as if a mysterious power that did not belong to him was aroused, and it resonated with the void.
The black shadows in front of them froze in mid-air, and were easily hit by him.
One of Li Wuhua's fingers turned completely golden.
All the power seemed to be concentrated on this finger. As soon as it was pointed out, the gold-eating beast exploded with a 'pop'.
When Liu Mang saw it, his eyes showed interest.
He suddenly felt that coming to this dangerous mine might not be a bad thing.