Chapter 2284: adapt

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I saw the hands of the old man, holding a slap in the palm of his hand and emitting a black stone. ($>>>cotton, flower ‘sugar’ small ‘say’)

Compared with those heavy waste stones, the stone in front of you is a treasure, it should be the black iron that the other party said.

The old man smiled proudly: "Today's luck is good, this stone is enough for us to improve the food."

Said, the old man is throwing the stone to the purple, indicating that he is holding.

Then the purple screams, and the stone with the palm of the hand is pressed against the ground. His tragedy reveals that he can't even hold the black iron ore that only has a big palm.

When I first came here, Zi Yan seemed very novel to everything.

Every day he follows the old man's mining, doing some effort, and his strength is constantly increasing. It is much faster than the outer world, even faster than the growth of the colorful sacred tree.

When I came in, the purple scorpion was a holy body, but he found that the body of the old man was much stronger than him.

Not just the old man, all the mining people here are physically better than him.

So obviously, these seem to be the lowest level of people, each with a holy body. Although the realm is unknown, when it comes to the outside world, the weakest is the holy king with the holy body.

You can completely abuse the purple.

Seven days later, the old man used the harvest of these days to exchange a pickaxe for the purple. The pickaxe was exchanged from the blacksmith. The blacksmith was the strong man who took the Jiatu Emperor. He saw the Jiatu Huangtu during the period. The latter was no better than him. He was a miner, but he was to the blacksmith. of.

At the moment of the pickaxe, Ziyan began a real mining career and became a real miner.

He held a heavy pickaxe, and after the first fullness of his confidence, the sound of Mars splashed with a bang. The pickaxe that bounced back from the hard rock almost stunned the purple scorpion.

One day, I couldn't knock a few stones, but the purple eyes were hungry and the front of my heart was attached to the back. If there is no old man to look after, Zi Yan is afraid that he is already starving to death here.

He is a powerful monk, but here he is like a real mortal.

This situation lasted for half a month, and the sable finally adapted to the weight of the pickaxe and the strength of the sway. Finally, the first piece of black iron ore was produced, and the @●style_txt; block ore was also picked up.

His progress has been great compared to the previous one.

Of course, a piece of black iron ore is already the limit. If you come again, the sable will not move.

Next, the sable began to rest, waiting for the old man to pick up a piece of ore and leave.

Relatively speaking, the harvest of mining is not small enough to be adequate. (ad)

Half a month after coming here, Zi Yan is already familiar with the old man. As long as the other party picks up a stone, it is announced to be closed, and then the food that was exchanged is mostly replaced with wine readings.

Sometimes, the family has accumulated a lot of food, and he does not even go up the mountain to mine. In the words of Zi Yan, it is completely lazy to do, and has nothing to do with the diligence.

However, in the following time, Zijing was familiar with such an environment, and it was still a little rewarding, and slowly accumulated some ore.

He asked the old man here, in addition to the village, there are several other villages nearby. In two hundred miles, there is a small town, which is the farthest place the old man has ever visited.

There is obviously no sacred soldier in the village. If you want to get a sacred soldier, you can only go to the town to see it. The old man told Ziyan that the chances of having a sacred soldier in the town are small, unless you go to a city farther away.

It is the only city in the world, it is said to be very big, there are strong people living inside, and even protoss.

Of course, this is the old man who heard the story. He doesn't know where the city is, nor does he have the strength to go.

Going to the town is already his limit.

If you really want to get a sacred soldier, you must go to the town first, then inquire about the road to the city, and then think of ways to enter the city.

Zi Yan has been working hard. If he does not work hard, he will stay in this place for the rest of his life, and he will always be a miner.

Soon after two months, the sable has adapted to the cruel environment here, and he has always been careful not to let any insects close.

Moreover, Zi Yan gradually discovered that as the power grew, his already shielded soul seemed to have some weak perception.

After telling the old man this, I immediately got the ridicule of the old man. "I want to use energy unless you are a Protoss."

The purple scorpion has not been hit by this. He has already seen that the old man is now mixed up and has no hope for the future. But he has a mission, he must find a way to get the holy soldiers, and then go back.

The old man said that no one can go back. This sentence is obviously wrong, because the Catuchita is holding a sacred soldier and is alive.

Another day, the two left the village again, carrying the pickaxe and going up the mountain to continue mining.

During this period of time, the sables were small and harvested, all of them were placed in the old man's house, and they were not exchanged for the blacksmith.

The old man said that if you really want to go to the town, then go there to exchange, the price can be higher.

When I walked to the middle of the mountain road, the old man suddenly stopped and looked at the front.

I saw that on the mountain, there was a combination of old and young, and the two sides just met.

Compared to the combination of the old and the young, the combination of Zi Yan is too embarrassing, and it looks like a landlord. Compared to the robes that are full of patches on the two, the clothes on the opposite side are luxurious.

Here you can first wear enough food and clothing, no doubt the two live here very well, equivalent to a well-off life.

"You old man has not died yet? The last mine disaster, the mountains have fallen, why didn't you die?" The old man wearing a luxurious robe, looking at the old man in front of Zi Yan said coldly.

"I am a big man, I can't die, but you have to be careful. Here are all poisonous insects. I haven't taken the medicine, but I have taken a life." The old man also responded with no yin and yang.

It can be seen that the two have hatred, but what surprised Zi Zi is the identity of the old man.

The old man told me that there are many herbs on this mountain that can be exchanged for food, but because there are too many poisonous insects, unless they are refining pharmacists, no one will dare to pick them.

The old man in front of him dared to take medicine, which is obviously a refining pharmacist. Like the outside world, the refining pharmacist here is also a scarce species, and its identity is very noble.

Look at the young man, wearing a luxurious robes, carrying a medicine scorpion behind him, and put a few herbs in it.

When Zi Yan looked at each other, the young man was staring at the purple.

Although everyone is a mortal, Zi Yan can't perceive the realm of the other side, but from the cold eyes of the other side, Zi Yan saw the murder at a glance.

He has never seen each other, and the other party has used him to kill him. Obviously this is not because of the grudge between the two old people.

"You are the Hult family?" Zi Yan looked at the young man and was indifferent.

The young man’s eyes became colder and colder, looking at the purple and cold road: “Hot Thomson.”

There was a sneer in the corner of Zi Yan’s mouth and said: "Sure enough."

There is a murder to him, and both sides naturally have grudges, and in this world, there is no offense against others. So obviously, this enemy comes from the outside world.

There are only fifteen people who entered the outside world. He knows all the people of the Jiatu family. This is not the family of the Huofu family.

Because of Dove Hill, the whole person is very conceited, and obviously will not tell others about his grievances. Then there is only the family of Hult, knowing that there are many saints watching from the outside, knowing that he is also normal.

"Do you know him?" The old man looked at Hout Tommy next to him.

"The one who said the last time with his ancestors is him!" Hout Tommy pointed at the purple sable, and said coldly: "Dare to go to the Hult family to scatter wild, you are looking for death!"

To be sure, the other party is one of the five people who came here. The genius character with the holy body, Zi Yan looked at each other, cold: "Why, you want to start? You know where is this place?"

"Of course!" The more intense murder in the eyes has already shown the true idea of ​​Hotter Thom.

The old man was also happy to see this. He took a step back and took a long, short, two-handed sword from the side of the medicine. It can be seen that it was made of black iron, and its quality is better than that of the pickaxe. A lot higher, for the people in the village, it is a real high-end goods, and the cost is high.

Seeing that Hout Tommy took over the short sword, Zi Yan subconsciously stepped back three steps, watching the other side with vigilance.

The old man in front took the pickaxe in his hand and looked at the old man and said, "Since you are looking for a fight, you will be finished." Little guy, be careful, don't let the sword touch. The pickaxe is smashed, or else it will be dry for a week."

The purple scorpion did not speak, and the figure retreated backwards, and the expression became more and more tense.

"What, fear?" Hout Tommy sneered and smiled, then held the dagger.

But he was very jealous of the old man, so he deliberately opened the distance between the old man and the other side to the purple.

"Be careful!" The old man reminded Hotter Tommy.

"The ancestors rest assured that it is easy to kill him!" Hout Tommy smiled confidently.

The purple scorpion is still receding, and the expression is getting more and more tense. It seems that she is very afraid of the other side, and even the pickaxe in her hand is shaking.

He has already retreated from the mountain road to a weed, and then back, it will completely enter there. For the people here, there are many insects, which are very dangerous places.

Hort Tommy stepped forward and the black sword in his hand flashed. He looked at the purple sneer and said: "Why, now I am afraid, have you not been crazy before?"

The word "purple" does not send ~www.readwn.com~ The cold sweat of the forehead falls in a drop, and the distance between him and Hotter Tang Mi is getting closer and closer.

When there was still three meters from the purple sable, Hotter Tang’s eyes flashed in the cold, and he held the black sword and stabbed it toward the purple sable.

This sword, there is no skill at all, but what is embarrassing is the quality and sharpness. As long as the pickaxe is dare to block, it will be split into two in an instant, and then divide the guy in front of it into two.

The purple scorpion did not stop, and did not dare to block it. This is a weapon made of pure black iron, which is very sharp.

He was full of cold sweat on his forehead, and screamed, stepping on the ground with his feet, and his body was standing up. He was tall and his body was swept toward the volley.

"Useless, you..."

Hotter Tommy sneered and rushed forward.

A green snake, pulled out from the weeds, stretched out the fangs.

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