In Shenmang Continent, strength represents everything, so that no cultivator dares to slack off too much, and always wants to reach a higher level. Ordinary people aim at becoming a strong soul, and there is no end to their cultivation, and they go further and further.
It gets harder later.?
Song Yanluo has been practicing for decades, and finally entered the realm of soul fusion and became a strong man. Therefore, he was reused by the Siren Ancestor. He is currently in the early stage, but a little-known young man in his early twenties has become a strong man.
Being able to reach this level made him feel very unbalanced and he was inevitably jealous.
Moreover, this person was very insidious. He had secretly made up his mind to deal with the other party, so he snorted coldly: "Since you have melted into soul, you should make the best use of it. Come with me."
At present, Qiu Yu is like a small boat in the stormy waves, with no choice at all. He is walking westward behind the old guy, followed by several pirates who are eyeing him.
The ground is made of hard rocks, undulating, and in the distance there is a place enclosed by a wall, which is one foot high and is made of bluestones. You can't see what's going on inside.
Not long after, Song Yanluo and others escorted Qiu Yu to the front. A thick stone door stood in front of it, with patterns of man-eating monsters carved on it, which made it a little weirder. There were more than ten pirates guarding the door.
Song Yanluo raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual energy was injected into the door. A rumble was heard, the stone door opened automatically, and the scene inside was revealed.
This is a very large place, with long bluestone steps leading down, and then a huge pit with a depth of two feet, which is comparable to an arena. The entire inside is paved with rocky ground, and there are more than a dozen slaves working here.
, there is also a group of guards to strictly supervise.
Glancing over with curious eyes, Qiu Yu saw familiar faces, including the strong men from Qianmei Sect and the three old guys from Wanjian Sect. They were all brought here to work.
After not seeing each other for several days, a group of strong men had become embarrassed, and the robes they wore had become tattered. They were originally quite impressive, disheveled, and looked like beggars.
In an instant, Qiu Yu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had already anticipated his own fate. He estimated that he would be no different from these people in a few days. It was because of daily labor that he used his physical strength to the limit and ended up like this.
The strong men have now become slaves, working hard under the supervision of the guards, without even having time to breathe. Even though Qiu Yu was brought in, some only glanced at him, and some didn't even raise their heads.
Busy with work.
Dozens of meteorites of different sizes are placed in this deep square. Most are cyan or black, and some are gray. The big ones are more than ten feet long, weigh more than several thousand kilograms, and are as big as a small copper basin.
, also weighs dozens of kilograms. The strong men have their own division of labor, some are cutting, and some are smelting using fire-attribute skills. All these are done for the ultimate goal, which is to refine the important substance contained in it.
iron.
As an indispensable element in making magic weapons, black iron is extremely rare because it is difficult to extract because it exists in meteorites. Therefore, it is expensive and may not be available even if you have money.
Meteorites are rare, but they are more likely to appear in this sea area. Whenever they fall from the sky, the pirates will try their best to find them. Now that they have accumulated them, they naturally need to extract black iron to refine weapons or magic weapons.
, then the heavy work was done by these slaves.
Moreover, whether it is cutting or refining, it can only be carried out if the cultivation level is above the Soul Fusion Realm, so this group of strong slaves are dispatched here to do this every day, and they all have tasks. If they cannot complete it,
Achievements will be punished, or you may not be given food.
Most of the strong men are cutting the meteorite, using all their strength. However, the meteorite is extremely dense, its hardness is dozens of times that of steel, and it is extremely tough, so the progress is slow.
There is also a strong man who uses fire attribute skills and is responsible for smelting meteorites. He has been unable to extract any black iron for a long time. It is really difficult.
Song Yanluo rolled his eyes, walked over with square steps, and stood next to the bearded slave. He saw that the slave was concentrating, his hands stretched forward, and blazing flames spurted out from his palms. A piece of it could be cut after it was cut.
There is a fist-sized meteorite suspended in the air, suffering from the scorching fire.
Unexpectedly, this thing was so hard that it didn't even change color for a while. However, the strong man with the beard had been using the technique for a long time and his physical strength was severely exhausted. He was already sweating profusely, the veins in his neck were bulging, and his face was extremely embarrassed.
Qiu Yu could see it clearly. It was true that this strong man was practicing fire-attribute skills. However, it was very ordinary. The purity of the flame was not much stronger than normal mountain fire. It would be difficult to smelt meteorites. I'm afraid it would be difficult.
Achieved!
As the saying goes, an expert can tell at a glance. When it comes to using fire attacks, Qiu Yu is definitely a genius, much better than this bearded man.
In fact, just as Qiu Yu expected, after so many days, even though the bearded strong man tried his best, he only burned the meteorite to ashes, and failed to extract black iron from it at all, so that he often
He was whipped and didn't have food for five days, so he could hardly hold on.
Now the leader Song Yanluo and the guards are watching with cold eyes. The bearded man is afraid in his heart, fearing that he will suffer more severe punishment, and spares no effort to refine the meteorite.
In front of him is a long stone table, with several ugly-shaped meteorites placed on it. They are burnt black in color and semi-melting. They are the results of the past few days, and this is actually what he is capable of.
His cold eyes swept over these meteorites, and Song Yanluo became furious because the Siren Ancestor also gave him an order that he must refine ten kilograms of black iron within a month, otherwise he would be punished.
With him, however, it has been five days now and he has not practiced even one tael. It is really unreasonable.
In terms of cutting, it seems to be pretty good at the moment. The bearded person in charge of refining is too weak, and among the strong ones, he is the only one who practices fire-attribute techniques, let alone others.
Song Yanluo was really angry, and the look on his face became more and more ferocious, and he cursed angrily: "You useless piece of trash, you've been working on it for several days, and you haven't come up with any black iron at all. Are you looking for death?"
The bearded strong man shivered in fear, the flames almost stopped, and the black iron suspended in the air almost fell. He quickly adjusted the firepower, fear appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "No...
Sir, please calm down, it takes time to refine black iron, I can definitely do it..."
If this person wasn't the only one with fire-attribute skills, Song Yanluo really wanted to kill him with one palm. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said viciously: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if I can't refine black iron today, then