Lingwu Continent, 3999 AD, winter.

Mad Wolf Valley is located in the southeast of the Lingwu Continent, spanning thousands of miles, because there are nine towering mountains in the valley, connecting with the sky, like a mountain peak, splitting nine verticals, so it is also called "Mountain Nine Blades"!

At this time, in the Crazy Wolf Valley, it was a cold winter, the cold wind roared and wailed, and the snowflakes the size of petals fell all over the sky.

In just a few hours, the mountain nine knives were covered by a layer of heavy snowflakes, layer by layer, and the snow makeup was made of jade, as if it was perfectly integrated with heaven and earth.

And at this moment, thousands of meters away from Shanjiudao, on an unnamed cliff, one by one lock hooks are hanging upside down, and under the hooks, a vague figure can be seen.

On top of the cliff, there are several tents large enough to accommodate dozens of people, and from time to time guards in iron armor come out of them.

The word "Ke" carved on their chests was majestic and exuding endless majesty, and they were the ironclad guards of the Lingfeng City Lord's Mansion.

"Bang!"

The tent was opened, and a guard held a hot wine jug in his hand, braving the "steaming" heat, and walked out a few meters, and the guard poured a few sips to ward off the cold.

When they came to the edge of the cliff, the guard shook the cold, pulled his throat, and shouted, "There are still seven hours!"

The voice echoed lonely in the cold west wind.

After saying that, the guards wrapped their clothes tightly, still feeling the cold, and came in through their clothes, and hurriedly got into the tent to roast the fire.

At this time, under the cliff, there was no panic due to the guards' loud shouts, and it was carried out in an orderly manner.

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of adult males were hung upside down on the cliffs, with axes and hammers in their hands, digging broken stones.

They shouted a uniform trumpet in their mouths, as if they were fighting against the cold, and their momentum was majestic.

In the crowd, a thin teenager looked a little out of place.

The boy looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, and was dressed in coarse linen clothes, barely sheltering from the cold.

His steel teeth were tight, and he used all his strength, wielding the hammer in his hand and digging hard.

Perhaps because of the excessive force, the tiger's mouth was drenched in blood, covered by layers.

But his gaze is extremely resolute, and each hammer is even in force and skillful.

Compared with some old workers, they are not left behind.

The young man's name is Qin Fan, and he is a child of an ordinary family in Northwest Lingfeng City.

And the work he is doing now is known as the "Coffin Digger!"

In the Lingwu Continent, many famous families will choose to bury people in hanging coffins, which can avoid the risk of theft, and it is also the highest etiquette for the ancestors.

Hence the emergence of the profession "coffin chisel", although you can earn a lot of money, but it is the lowest end of the profession.

Not to mention the high risk factor, it will also be stained with some yin qi.

Even some people from normal families would not choose such a career.

Because there is such a rumor in Lingfeng City: those who are tainted with yin qi will bring disaster to the nine clans.

"When... While... When..."

The young man's face turned purple from the cold, and his huddled body kept shaking.

But the sledgehammer in his hand still does not stop, and every time he swings it, he controls the power of 50 kilograms.

The boy slammed the hammer in his hand and smashed it hundreds of times in a row.

"Qin Fan, eat something. ”

The old man on the side, with a white beard on his face, smiled warmly, and handed over a hot cake and half a pot of wine.

"Thank you, Uncle Li. ”

Zhang Hao put down the hammer in his hand, took the food and wine, and thanked him politely.

Taking a sip of hot wine, Qin Fan felt a warm current from his throat into his stomach.

It flowed all over the body, and the cold in the body was driven out a lot.

After shaking his spirit, Qin Fan felt that he had regained some popularity.

"Child, this coffin is not done overnight, and it is not a good thing that you work so hard. The old man reminded with some distress.

"I know, Uncle Li! Thank you. Qin Fan smirked, raised the cake in his hand, and directly bit down half of it.

"Ah!" the old man shook his head, and said nothing more.

Qin Fan was full of food and drink, and began to wield the hammer in his hand again.

Qin Fan looked at the others from time to time, some adult men, the power of the hammer in their hands was even better.

Each hammer has a force of hundreds of kilograms, and you don't feel tired at all.

Because they are all warriors with Yuan power.

Qin Fan clenched his fists and made up his mind in his heart: I must become a martial artist in the future!

For a whole day, inside the mountain nine swords, the cold wind was bitter, and it did not stop at all.

In the evening, the sun sets.

Qin Fan packed up his tools and looked at the hanging coffin in front of him, overwhelmed with joy.

"It's almost done!"

Qin Fan smiled and looked at the old man on the side.

Old man Li fumbled with the rope, climbed over, and began to check it.

There are eight green dragons tattooed on the hanging coffin, flying and dancing, edges and corners, without damage, absolutely top-grade!

"Yes! This hanging coffin is very complete, the technique is exquisite, it can be called a masterpiece, and it can definitely be sold for 200 gold coins!"

After careful inspection, Old Man Li gave his own estimate.

Qin Fan's mouth opened slightly, and he listened very attentively.

"Uncle Li, you said that this hanging coffin can be sold for 200 gold coins?"

Zhang Hao's face was full of disbelief, and he thought that the cold wind was too strong, and his ears were hallucinating.

"Stinky boy, although this is the second hanging coffin you chiseled, I have to say that you are a genius in the coffin!"

Old man Li smiled faintly and touched Qin Fan's little head.

Qin Fan was excited, he knew that what Uncle Li said must be true.

Because when he chiseled the first hanging coffin, Uncle Li gave an estimate, which was very accurate.

With decades of experience in chiseling coffins, Old Man Li is definitely an expert in this regard.

"200 gold coins, registration is definitely enough..."

Qin Fan counted his fingers, thinking in his heart.

.......

Qin Fan looked at the results of the others and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Some experienced veteran workers can chisel out a complete hanging coffin in one day.

And myself, it has taken a full week, and it is not finished yet.

"Silly boy, don't be greedy, step by step, you will be unlimited in the future!"

Old man Li seemed to see through Qin Fan's thoughts, and said comfortingly.

"Let's go!" Old man Li told Qin Fan for a while, it was not too early, and only the two of them were left under the cliff at this time.

"Hmm. ”

Qin Fan nodded heavily, tied the rope around his waist, grabbed the rope with both hands, and began to climb.

Old man Li followed behind Qin Fan in case of accidents.

Qin Fan was young, and Old Man Li pushed him behind him from time to time, for fear that Qin Fan would fall down because of physical strength.

After climbing for more than ten minutes, the two of them reached the top of the mountain and hurriedly got into the tent to roast the fire.

Qin Fan drank a pot of wine and kept rubbing his hands.

This is the method that Old Man Li told him, rubbing his hands can not only recover, but also not easily frostbite.

"Meet Her Royal Highness Princess Kona!"

The ironclad guards outside the door suddenly shouted.

The sauce beef that Qin Fan had just stuffed into his mouth hadn't swallowed yet, and ran out of the door directly.

Get on your knees with your hands and bow down.

"Brother Qin Fan......"

Princess Kona hurriedly rolled over and dismounted, and began to rummage through the crowd.