Chapter 300

In the past few days, Lu Xiaofeng's arm was sore and uncomfortable. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiaofeng, you really can't do it, don't force it! It's good to go down the mountain and be a mortal. Fahai seemed to see Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts, patted Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder on the side, and walked over to the other side.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Fahai's distant body, and a burst of sadness surged in his heart.

Even Fahai knows that he can't be reluctant, could it be that he is really not this piece of material, God destined that he has no way to become a strong network author.

Lu Xiaofeng picked up the mine shovel, aimed at the ore angrily, and beat it all the way. With a loud bang, the mine shovel took off, Lu Xiaofeng took a step back, his hands cracked, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, the gap in the ore seemed to be a smiling face, and the other party Xiaofeng taunted from time to time.

There are still seventy of them, and no matter how hard you try in a day, it's just one.

If you are desperate, there will be two at most, but how can you pass the fateful monthly assessment after ten days? Lu Xiaofeng felt that all the roads in front of him seemed to have been closed, leaving only a stomach full of helplessness.

Lu Xiaofeng sat on the ground calmly, and the mountain wind blew his clothes. The leaves on the trees, with a rustling sound, were blown up by the strong mountain wind. Towards the cliff on the other side, slowly falling.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes stared at the leaves. kept watching the leaves fall, and then Lu Xiaofeng suddenly sat up and slapped himself hard.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly shouted: "How did I forget this." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with a hint of agility. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. On this day, as usual, he only cleared one piece of dark iron ore in one day. When he went back from the mountain, those guys laughed again, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't care at all.

It's late at night, and the Seven Joy Wenzong, one of the top ten original literary sects of online literature, has a good scenery of its own.

A gust of wind blew, and a chill surged. The entire mountain peak was shrouded in cold air and looked extremely hazy. In the distance, unknown beasts screamed fiercely. It also gave the mountain peaks in the night, adding a sense of tranquility. On this peaceful night, in the inaccessible mountains and forests, there is a black figure.

The figure slowly walked through the vast mountains and forests, sometimes upward, sometimes downward, walking cautiously.

This figure was none other than Lu Xiaofeng, and the mountain wind blew up the streamers, making him have a flash of inspiration. A thought flickered in his heart. All along, he was just looking for a way from himself. But the flying leaves made him see another possibility.

The entire mountain peak, and even the entire Qixi Wenzong, have no less than 100,000 large and small mines.

Among so many mines, there are only a few ores produced every day. Dark iron ore is extremely strong, and in the mortal world, it may be the material of divine weapons.

But for refining the magic weapons used by the strong people of the network authors, or even spiritual weapons. The material is too mixed, mixed with various other minerals, so it needs to be purified.

And where to deal with it, there are no more than two ways. The first is to use fire to slowly temper the impurities in it. Second, after a little refining, it is sold as a specialty.

The above two methods, these are not something that Lu Xiaofeng can merely merely a public-level network author can meddle in. Then he had only one other choice, taking advantage of the night to venture and secretly go to the warehouse to find it.

Usually, the dark iron ore dug up by public-level online authors is thrown in the warehouse after the stewardship records it.

In fact, Xuaniron ore is not very useful to the sect, and there are not many online authors who can refine weapons, even if it is a big sect like the Qixi Wenzong.

The chill of the night sometimes does not envelop the entire mountain stream.

In this way, there will be a chance to obtain these Xuaniron ore, and for the Qixi Wenzong, a little more or less Xuaniron ore will not be noticed by anyone at all.

The warehouses in the valley are probably no less than tens of thousands. Even if there are a few hundred less, no one notices at all.

During the day, Xie Lao monitors, and it is a very dangerous thing to come to the mine at night, and if you can't say it, you will die. No one had ever taken such a risk to sneak in at night to get this worthless dark iron ore.

Lu Xiaofeng parted the surrounding bushes and cautiously looked at everything around him. After confirming that it was safe, he slowly walked towards the warehouse.

Even if it is a dark iron mine that no one pays attention to, he does not dare to blatantly collect it as a public-level network author.

If it is discovered, Huigen will be abolished and expelled from the division, or the bones will be crushed and ashes destroyed.

The mine where Lu Xiaofeng usually is usually located is low on one side and steep on the other. The steep side is facing the sun, and most of the mines are open on this side. And the valley where the dark iron ore is placed is on the gentle side.

In the valley, Lu Xiaofeng has never gone down, and he is a little strange. Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng has been going up the mountain every day in the past few days, and he is already familiar with the surrounding terrain.

In the valley, finding the right direction is no problem. Walking slowly, as he approached the valley, Lu Xiaofeng slowed down.

In the woods ahead, there was a white mist. It was a cold scattered here, much worse than the top of the mountain, but it was not something he could bear.

Lu Xiaofeng avoided it carefully, he didn't want to be frozen by the cold, so he walked very slowly.

Lu Xiaofeng walked and walked, and finally saw the ice dragon on the mine.

There are countless strange light blue scales on the surface of the body of the Ice Dragon, and the light blue ice spirit power covers the Ice Dragon. The scales, which looked simple, looked like a small formation when looked closely.

This ice dragon is the demon beast guarding the mine, and Lu Xiaofeng found that this dragon seems to be composed entirely of a kind of cold ice.

This ice is extremely hard, its density is very large, a hundred times tighter than stone, and anything that touches it will be frozen into popsicles.

Carefully bypassing the Ice Dragon, for fear of alarming the other party and being discovered, Lu Xiaofeng finally came to the place where the dark iron ore was stored.

With the help of the faint moonlight in the sky, Lu Xiaofeng looked around, and the dark iron ore on the ground was scattered all over the place. A feeling of happiness rose from his heart, and Lu Xiaofeng screamed and rushed forward.

Lu Xiaofeng bent down and picked up a piece of Xuaniron Ore, opened the Oriental Magic Pen, picked up the Xuaniron Ore and threw it in.

In his consciousness, the sound of the iron ore was incessant, and he completely forgot everything. All the attention is on the constantly beating numbers on the Oriental magic pen. Lu Xiaofeng only cared about collecting the Xuaniron ore, but he didn't notice the strangeness of the Ice Dragon behind him.

Lu Xiaofeng was racing against time to collect the Xuaniron ore, and his vigilance around him was minimized, and at this moment, the Ice Dragon behind him had already opened his eyes.

The Ice Dragon, who is as great as me, was so ignored by an ant-like public-level online author today, which made the Ice Dragons feel extremely insulted.

"Damn, kill!" the Ice Dragon's curse scolded, and the ice mana in his body frantically converged towards his nostrils!

"Buzz ......" Immediately, a white cold air erupted from the nostrils of the Ice Dragon. The fog around here is white, or translucent. However, the ice spirit power spewed out by the Ice Dragons was pale blue.

The light blue ice spiritual power spread out in all directions, surrounding Lu Xiaofeng from all directions.

Surrounded by a white mist, Lu Xiaofeng was still busy picking up the Xuaniron ore, not noticing that the light blue ice spiritual power had appeared beside him.

The night is slowly getting deeper, and no one knows. Under the mountain forest in the middle of the night, there is such a person, working silently here. The mountain wind was blowing, blowing away the cold air of the suspended group. The cold air spread out and surrounded Lu Xiaofeng, but Lu Xiaofeng, who was concentrating, did not notice it in the slightest.

The icy cold air slowly enveloped up, forming an encirclement from all sides.

When the cold air approached Lu Xiaofeng, he finally felt the chill, and looked up at everything in front of him in horror.

Lu Xiaofeng's face changed, such a scale of cold air is not something that he can resist as a small public-level network author, but now it is night, and he can't call people anymore.

Because this is a mountain stream, even if it is the mine manager Xie Lao. At night, at most, they just patrol the mountain peaks, and they don't pay attention to the warehouses at all.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the dark iron ore in his hand with a wry smile, and the numbers in the Oriental Divine Pen were only very close to completion.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have a chance to continue to finish, and the cold air has already surrounded him.

Feeling the changes in the surrounding environment, Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, and he didn't know if it was because it was too cold, he only felt numb on his face. He instinctively raised his hand and wiped it, what was on his fingertips, not ice slag, but what was it?

The dragon breath of this Ice Dragon's dragon was condensed from quite pure yin and cold energy, and when he found that the situation was wrong, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly became nervous, and immediately urged the mana in his body to speed up to keep out the cold.