"Full?"

"It's not that hard."

Luo Qing looked at the Qiankun bag in his hand and muttered to himself.

The bag is not huge.

It seems that it is only a few dozen catties of things, and there is no load of water that I picked up in the outer courtyard.

Thought it was a very simple thing.

He rubbed his already hungry stomach, thinking that he could fill it up early so that the master could deliver it.

With it on his back, he went to find ice cubes and filled them in.

This Wyvern Cliff is covered with snow all year round, and ice can be seen everywhere.

But Luo Qing picked it up for a few hours, and the bag on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, but he couldn't fill it all the time.

Shouldering a heavy load of more than 200 pounds, let alone running, it is already quite difficult to lift your legs.

But if you want to keep adding ice cubes to it, you have to bend over and walk around constantly.

Beads of sweat were ticking down on his forehead, and the flesh on his shoulders and scalp was grinding, but it would automatically recover after a slight pause.

"Master."

"I'm so hungry......"

I straightened up with difficulty, trying to put down the bag on my shoulder.

Because Luo Qing was already tired, he felt dizzy, and his eyes were black.

But as soon as the Qiankun bag was grounded, the ice cubes inside immediately became much less.

Only then did Luo Qing understand that this Qiankun bag is also a treasure, and it has the function of automatically compressing objects.

When you put it on the ground, it shrinks the contents inside.

When I picked it up, the weight was not lost in the slightest.

It seems that it is impossible to rest, and the only way to fill it up is to keep filling it with things.

Maybe when it reaches its capacity limit, it can be filled.

Gritting his teeth and continuing, Luo Qing had no other choice.

It's nothing compared to the pain and ordeal of climbing a cliff.

But with each piece of ice, the pain in his shoulder increased by one point, and the fabric at the mouth of the bag had been stained red with his blood at some point.

From dawn to dark, the figure, who could fall at any time, has been wandering around the Flying Dragon Cliff.

……

Territory of the Sword Sect.

A kitchen dedicated to the Sword Sect's teachings.

Leng Ruoshuang entered the door with a heavy money bag.

In front of hundreds of Sword Sect instructors, "Bang! He put all his savings on the counter.

"Give me a year's worth of dry food."

The words of the cold birth suddenly made hundreds of people who were eating cast surprised glances at her.

"Senior sister, your apprentice lit the spirit test stone?"

"No, that guy doesn't look like he has that understanding."

"Senior sister, you shouldn't be releasing water to him, are you?"

After a moment of silence, there was a lot of talk among the coaches.

Leng Ruoshuang was lazy to pay attention to them, and the dog's eyes looked down on people, how did they know Luo Qing's current situation.

"Coach Leng, you should buy this money in the outer kitchen."

"The food standards here are different, but it's not a little more expensive than theirs."

"Besides, you're not enough."

The food of the disciples of the Sword Sect is rationed, and if you want to add extra meals, you have to take money to buy them.

Leng Ruoshuang is an outsider coach, and it is only five taels of silver a month.

It is rare to be able to save two taels of trivial expenses on weekdays, but you can imagine how long she has been saving the one hundred and ten taels of silver in front of her now.

"Plus this, is that enough?"

Leng Ruoshuang listened to the words of the deacon in charge, and without saying a word, she took off the beaded flower earrings on her head and the jade bracelet on her hand.

This scene was even more stunned.

"Senior sister, are you crazy?"

"Is it worth it for an outer disciple who may not be able to advance to the selection?"

"Even if you have a good heart, the pancakes at the outer gate are much cheaper than the pancakes here, so why do you bother?"

Some people ridiculed, some questioned, and some persuaded with good words.

But Leng Ruoshuang turned a deaf ear and ignored it at all.

Only after eating well can you have physical penance, everyone understands this, but no one thinks that Leng Ruoshuang's effort is worth it.

"Have you figured it out?"

The kitchen deacon asked, and Leng Ruoshuang nodded in response.

"We'll be ready and delivered to your accommodation."

The money was collected, and the kitchen deacon was given, but only for a few days.

Because it is impossible to have a year's worth of dry food here, it has to be made fresh.

The other outer sect teachers who participated in the election all went to the kitchens of the outer disciples to buy, and those who were willing to pay for it also went to the kitchens of the inner disciples to buy them.

It's the first time he's encountered something like Leng Ruoshuang.

Leng Ruoshuang left with something on his front foot, and Du Yan stepped into the door with his back foot.

"Senior Brother Du, do you know, Senior Sister Leng came to buy dry food for her apprentice just now."

"Good guy, that's a lot of money."

"Looks like you're going to have to be careful."

He gave Du Yan eye medicine in a lot of things, because he had released cruel words on the advanced platform at that time.

As long as Luo Qing lights up the spirit test stone, even if he loses.

"What?"

"Impossible, that guy's foundation is so bad, it's impossible to have the ability to light the spirit test stone."

"It must be cold as frost."

Du Yan was immediately shocked, although he tried his best to deny it.

But I couldn't help but worry in my heart.

I thought I had to find a chance to see what the situation was, don't really make it impossible for him to get off the stage at that time, he can't afford to lose this person.

……

Flying Dragon Cliff under the starry sky on a moonlit night.

At this time, Luo Qing was already shouldering a weight of nearly 1,000 catties, and every step would leave footprints deeply embedded in the ground.

Caused the cliff to tremble.

Tired? He was already numb.

The reason why he was able to grit his teeth and persist until now was because he had the power of the dragon crystal in his body that could automatically repair his body's damage and some functions.

He found that even if the white bones were grinding out on his shoulders, he could recover with the kung fu of straightening his waist.

Even if his legs were already shaking, as long as he had the idea of lifting his legs, he could still move smoothly.

However, the pain has been accumulated until now.

The heart-wrenching hunger, the piercing pain in the shoulder, has never been alleviated by recovery.

The more he pretended, the more he couldn't let go.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The sound of heavy footsteps was like thunder in the sky.

Let the cliff rock on the top of the Flying Dragon Cliff keep shaking, and the tremor will spread farther and farther.

Because of the vision of Yunshan, Lin Feng, who was patrolling the territory of Yunshan with the disciples of the Discipline Hall, noticed this incomprehensible vibration as soon as he arrived at the foot of the Flying Dragon Cliff.

"What's going on?"

"Do you feel any movement in the Wyvern Cliff?"

Lin Feng stopped and looked up, asking the accompanying disciples behind him.

"Back to the hall master, the disciples are all aware of it."

"The retreat on the cliff is Luo Qing, a disciple taught by Leng."

"Nine times out of ten, I can't bear the torment and training, and I'm calling for help."

This is not uncommon.

The disciples who participated in the assessment retreat at the Flying Dragon Cliff before had an example of hitting the cliff with a stone to ask for help.

"Natural selection for the survival of the fittest."

"Life and death are fateful, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, how can you be cowardly and steal your life."

"Let's go, ignore him."

Hearing this, Lin Feng squinted his eyes and said coldly, and turned around to lead the team away.

In his opinion, Luo Qing was the culprit behind Leng Ruoshuang's loss of the opportunity to advance.

Save him? He wished he had died a million times.