In the old man's hand, he saw a palm-sized stone emitting dark light.
Compared with those heavy waste stones, the stone in front of you looks like a treasure at first glance. It should be the black iron that 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 strangely 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 Zi Chen first came here, everything seemed strange to him.
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, and even faster than the growth of 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 people seem to be the lowest level, and each of them has a saint-level body. Although the realm is unknown, when it comes to the outside world, the weakest is the saint king who has a saint-level body.
You can completely torture Zi Chen.
Seven days later, the old man used the harvest of these days to exchange for a pickaxe for Zi Chen. The pickaxe was exchanged from the blacksmith. The blacksmith was the strong man who took away the emperor's picture of Jiatu. During this period, he met Jiatu.
Huang Tu, the latter is not much better than him. He is a miner, but he works as a handyman for the blacksmith.
The moment he got the pickaxe, Zi Chen began his real mining career and became a veritable miner.
He held the heavy pickaxe, 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.
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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 looking after him, Zi Chen might have died of hunger here.
He is a powerful monk, but here he acts like a real mortal.
This situation lasted for half a month. Zi Chen finally got used to the weight of the pickaxe and the force of its swing. He finally mined the first piece of black iron ore and was able to pick it up at the same time.
He has made great progress compared to before.
Of course, a piece of black iron ore is already the limit. If there is another piece, Zi Chen will not be able to lift 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 being here for half a month, Zi Chen has become very familiar with the old man. As long as he collects a stone, he will call it a day and most of the food in exchange will be exchanged for wine.
Sometimes, when the family had accumulated a lot of food, he even stopped going to the mountains to mine. In Zi Chen's words, it was just because he was too lazy to eat and had nothing to do with his hard work.
On the other hand, Zi Chen quickly 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 are several other villages nearby. There is a small town two hundred miles away. That is the furthest place the old man has 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 small town. The old man told Zi Chen that the chance of having holy soldiers in the small town is very small unless you go to the 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 a small town is already his limit.
If Zi Chen really wants to get the holy weapon, he must first go to the town, then find out the way into the city, and then find a way to enter the city.
Zi Chen has been working hard. If he doesn't work hard, he will 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 to him.
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 messing around and had given up hope for the future. But he had a mission and 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 went up the mountain to continue mining.
During this period of time, Zi Chen gained a small amount of money and 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, go there and exchange it, the price will be higher.
When he reached the halfway point, the old man suddenly stopped and looked ahead.
On that mountain, 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 a glance, he looks like a landlord. Compared with the patched robes on their bodies, the two on the opposite side have
The clothes are 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'm lucky and won't die, but you should be more careful. There are poisonous insects here. If you don't collect the careful medicine, you will end up with your own life." The old man responded in a neither yin nor yang way.
It can be seen that the two have a grudge, but what makes Zi Chen a little surprised is 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, so he was obviously an alchemist. Just like the outside world, here, alchemists are 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 realm of the other party, Zi Chen could see murderous intention at a glance from the other party's cold eyes.
He had never met the other party, 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 Huote 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."
Having murderous intentions towards him, the two sides naturally have grudges, and in this world, Zi Chen does not offend other people. So obviously, this enemy comes from the outside world.
There are only fifteen people from the outside world who have entered here. He knows everyone from the Jiatu family. The one in front of him is either the Holt family or the Daofu family.
Because Dolf Hill has inner demons and is very arrogant, he obviously will not tell others about his grudges. Then only the Holt family is left. You must know that there were many saints watching from the outside, and it is normal to know that he is
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"Do you know him?" The old man looked at Holt Tommy next to him.
"The person I talked about with my ancestor last time is him!" Hotthommi pointed at Zichen 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's much higher. For people in the village, it's a truly high-end product and it costs a lot of money.
Seeing Hothomie take over the dagger, Zi Chen subconsciously took three steps back and looked at the opponent 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. Little guy, be careful, don't let this sword touch the pickaxe.
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, you're 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 already retreated from the mountain road into a bush. If he retreats further, he will completely enter there. For the people here, there are many insects in it, which is a very dangerous place.
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, a cold light flashed in Hothommi's eyes, 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, opening its mouth and extending its fangs.
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