"We do!"

Fu Dong stretched out a hand and stopped Su Yi, who was already angry.

Ling Luo stepped forward and took a large bag of Linggu seeds from the little girl who was looking down on people, and then retrieved the holy orders of the three of them.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Seven, one day these snobbish guys will beg us with a servile face."

On top of the holy order, the distribution of the fields was marked in detail, and the three of them arrived at that area in a short time.

Three people, ten acres of land.

Ling Luo found the scope of responsibility of the group, and then the three of them started working together.

Hoeing, ploughing, and hoeing, the physical strength of the three people is very good, and when it gets dark, it will be almost done.

The three of them built a small hut on the edge of the ten acres of land, and agreed to send someone to guard it every night.

On the first day, Ling Luo volunteered to protect Lingtian.

According to her words, when she was in the second test for new students, the task she won was to cultivate spiritual fields and cultivate spiritual roots, and she was more experienced.

Fu Dong couldn't stand her, so he let her go.

It was night, Ling Luo stayed in the thatched hut, facing a few stones beside him, concentrating on carving.

The art of stone carving is a practice in itself.

The night was long, but Ling Luo didn't feel bored, but his nature became higher and higher.

The seeds of the Spirit Valley have been sown into the land, and what is needed now is a rainfall.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a faint sound of falling rain outside the cabin.

Ling Luo stood up in some surprise, walked out of the door of the cabin, stretched out a hand, and followed the raindrops.

The rain contains a faint aura, moisturizing all things.

Just in time for the rain came.

This kind of rain is not like a natural fall, but more like a man-made almsgiving, could it be that someone is doing the same task as her?

Ling Luo turned his head and looked around, and saw an aqua blue figure a thousand meters away to the west.

A very good-looking but strange man.

His ears were erect like smoke, and his hair was white, brighter than silver.

On the man's hand, there is a sea-blue spinning rune, rainfall, which should be the function of that rune.

Ling Luo was a little surprised.

In the middle of the night, there are still people farming?

She could see that this man's cultivation was very high, and he had a strong ability to control the rain.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be unable to control the scope of the rain, and moisten his own fields.

Wrong!

Ling Luo observed carefully and found out. Only his own field and the man's field were covered with rain.

Why should he help himself?

She didn't know him at all.

Full of doubts, Ling Luo walked in the drizzling rain before finally stopping five steps behind the man.

"Excuse me, are you ......" she tried to talk to him.

The man's good-looking ears moved, and then he turned his head, and a pair of dead fish eyes glared at Ling Luo with some displeasure, with a hint of hostility.

"You stinky woman!"

"Huh?" Ling Luo was stunned, blinking her eyes inexplicably, she suspected that she had misheard, "You...... What did you say? ”

"You've polluted my spiritual springs! It's black, it's smelly, and it's so full of demonic energy! Xiao Ling glared at Ling Luo viciously and roared, "Do you know how much effort I wasted to restore the spiritual spring to its original state?" How could you soak that demonic plant in my spiritual spring without the master's consent? It's just disgusting! ”