The Wild Mountain Range is a mysterious area, in which there are countless poisonous miasma and fierce creatures but there are many opportunities, the periphery of the mountain range is full of small tribes in mountain villages, and the livelihood is simple and boring, just a captive grazing and hunting, a typical mountain to eat the mountain.

Survival in the wilderness is inevitably a bloody fight with fierce beasts, so the mountain people advocate strength, thirst for strength, and fantasize every day that they can enter the immortal land spirit sect to cultivate a magical power, but the mountains are stacked, and they are actually some bloody swamp nests, unless the family is slaughtered and cornered, no one is willing to explore the adventure.

In fact, there are indeed many cultivation sects in the Barbaric Mountain Range, some are good and some are evil, some are good and some are evil, but these sects can only be powerful and powerful on the periphery of the Barbarian Mountain Range, claiming to be the king and hegemon. The only ones who dare to set foot in the inner circle are the three gates on the righteous path, the three gates in the demon path, the three doors outside the left path, and the nine sects, but they are only involved in it, and they dare not be arrogant.

For thousands of years, the reason why the Nine Great Sects have been able to have a solid foundation in the Barbarian Mountain Range, in addition to their own heritage and inheritance, is more because they have some inexplicable relationships with some legendary holy lands, after all, the Barbarian Mountain Range is just a drop in the ocean for the vast Nine Heavens Continent.

It can be said that Yin Feng is lucky but unlucky, he came into contact with the Taiqing Red Sword Sect, one of the three sects on the righteous path, but he is a mortal fetus without a trace of spiritual energy, if it is a spirit body, the monk surnamed Zhuo that day will directly take it to the Outer Gate Sword Pavilion, because the reward obtained is far from being comparable to a slave.

As the sun sets, the spiritual mining area behind the cliff waterfall at this time is filled with a joyful atmosphere, because it is time to eat and rest.

"Two small spirit stones, two bowls of rice porridge. ”

"A medium-sized spirit stone, a steamed bun. ”

......

"Fuck, your hands are white, and you're empty-handed, get out!"

With an angry shout, Yin Feng, who was lined up, stretched out his head curiously, only to see a fat man waving a one-meter-long bamboo spoon and scolding, and his oily fat face flickered with a few greasy halos under the dim yellow halo, adding a bit of abomination to it for no reason.

"Brother Zhuang, do well, you are rewarding once, and you will ...... tomorrow I'll give you double tomorrow...... No...... Triple the spirit stone of food!" Seeing the contempt flashing in the fat man's eyes, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground hurriedly changed his words!

"Fuck off! I said this once yesterday, and I still want to eat white food today! You might as well starve to death in it! And what do you see, it's all a bunch of waste!"

Everyone was frightened by the sudden roar, and they all bowed their heads, although there was anger in their eyes, but there was nothing they could do.

Yin Feng's eyes were full of doubts, seeing that the fat man was dressed, he didn't look like the outer disciple, he turned around, looked at Sun Ren's trembling shoulders, and immediately lost the mind to talk.

Turning around, Yin Feng patted the middle-aged man in front of him, this person Yin Feng had the impression that it was the same people who were going to snatch Yin Feng's spirit stone before, but they didn't dare to do it later.

"Hey, that fat man is so arrogant, is he an outer disciple?"

Maybe he was still a little jealous of Yin Feng's previous over-the-shoulder fall, and his middle-aged eyes flickered a little, but he was immediately replaced by a touch of disgust, as if he was very disgusted with the fat man, but he didn't dare to show it too much, and said softly: "What outer disciples, like us, are slaves, just because they can cook well, they have been appreciated by Lord Shi!"

Yin Feng's brows furrowed, and his fists clenched, perhaps because he knew that the other party was also a slave, so he had some more thoughts of teaching a lesson in his heart.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man on the opposite side hurriedly lowered his voice and said: "Brother, don't be reckless, there are monks behind you, although you have great strength, what is the difference between you and that ant in front of the monks!"

This is indeed the truth, Yin Feng was not without resistance when he was arrested before, but the monk surnamed Nazhuo froze his body when he raised his hand, unable to move, without the slightest resistance.

Soon, the line was lined up with Yin Feng.

"Hey, four spirit stones, one medium spirit stone, three small spirit stones, one steamed bun, three bowls of rice porridge!"

Speaking of this, the fat man glanced at Yin Feng sideways, his eyes were very surprised, he had never seen this Yin Feng, it was clear that he was a newcomer, according to the convention, the newcomer was 100% hungry on the first day, and some even had to be hungry for a few days, and what was even more strange was that the body was thin like this, and the four spirit stones were not robbed, it was a miracle.

"Next!" After speaking, he still glanced at Yin Feng a few times, but no matter how he looked at it, he was just an unkempt skinny boy, without the slightest peculiarity!

"Maybe it's just luck!" muttered to himself, not paying attention.

"A spirit stone, a bowl of rice porridge, next!"

......

Sun Ren held a bowl of rice porridge, as if he was holding a treasure, and cautiously followed behind Yin Feng.

Casually found a relatively flat boulder, Yin Feng sat there, and Sun Ren followed.

Picking up the steamed buns, Yin Feng was about to chew them, but out of the corner of his eye, he just saw Sun Renzheng on the side looking at him, and the bowl in his hand had already become empty, as if it had been washed.

"Such a broken bowl, I'm not afraid of cutting my tongue!" Yin Feng was speechless for a while, it seemed that he was indeed hungry. Pointing to the three bowls of rice porridge on the stone, he chuckled, "Fatty, eat!"

"This ......!"

Sun Ren almost cried excitedly, although he knew that Yin Feng would definitely let himself have a bowl, but he didn't expect to let all three bowls go! As the saying goes, often the most difficult time, it is also the easiest to move people.

"It's okay, I'm thin, this steamed bun is sturdy, it's enough. ”

"Brother Feng! In the future, you will be my Brother Feng, and my Sun Ren will go to the knife mountain and go down the oil pot for you!" wiped a handful of tears and woke up a handful of snot, and the timid Sun Ren rarely showed a determined look.

"Fatty, it's just three bowls of porridge, it's not so scary!" Yin Feng was a little embarrassed.

As soon as he spoke, he saw a person coming over with two bowls of rice porridge, and when he looked closely, it was the middle-aged man who was standing in front of Yin Feng just now.

"I can sit here!"

"Okay!" Yin Feng smiled indifferently, Sun Ren was a little unhappy, after all, this person had been in the cave before to snatch Yin Feng's spirit stone.

"I didn't know Mount Tai before, and I offended the two little brothers, please forgive me, my name is Zhang Dashan, may I ask the two little brothers with their surnames!"

"Yin Feng!"

"Sun Ren!"

When Sun Ren signed up, his nasal voice was a little heavy, and he was obviously still a little angry about what was going on in the cave.

Sun Ren's expression made Zhang Dashan a little embarrassed, but he didn't care too much, after all, he came for Yin Feng!

Zhang Dashan's actions seemed to be a traction, and suddenly seven or eight people surrounded him, and when he looked closely, they were all those who had chiseled spirit stones in a cave before!

Everyone introduced themselves, the atmosphere became lively for a while, Yin Feng was happy, and the little fat Sun Ziren also put down the mustard for a while, and gradually revealed the nature of chattering.

In the distance, a middle-aged man's eyes looked at Yin Feng from time to time, his expression hesitated, he raised his butt several times, but squatted down again, this person was none other than the middle-aged man who was thrown over the shoulder by Yin Feng before, and he was a little confused.

Yin Feng naturally noticed, to be honest, if Yin Feng hadn't forgotten about the stubble in the cave when he saw him at this moment, that trace of empty eyes was Yin Feng's only impression of him now, just when Yin Feng was about to call him, the middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the rest area.

Noticing Yin Feng's eyes, Zhang Dashan turned his head to look at the familiar back, his expression a little gloomy.

"His name is Zhao Er, he came earlier than our people, he has chiseled spirit stones in many spirit mine caves, and he only came to our mine not long ago, it is said that he has seen ominous things in other mines, and he is haunted by bad luck, every time a group of slaves with him have disappeared inexplicably, all the outer disciples in the spirit mine area are unwilling to want him, Lord Shi has the least slaves, so he has no choice but to accept him!"

"Hey, we're all poor and unlucky, maybe one day we'll die here! But it's better to die, and we'll see my stupid woman when we die!" sighed to one of the people next to him, with a cry in his throat.

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and gloomy, and even Sun Ren had a sad face, sniffled, and almost cried.

At this time, Yin Feng was also in deep thought, and his expression was cloudy.

"Poor man?!Am I really just a mortal who can't cultivate? Is it true that I have no hope of revenge in this life? Or am I destined to die here? I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

Yin Feng's expression suddenly became hideous, but because of his unkempt face, he couldn't see his true face clearly, let alone the expression on his face.