Taizhu Mountain.

The eastern area of the copper crystal vein.

A hall with four openings was inlaid with stones that glowed red.

Around the hall, there are more than a dozen stone seats in an orderly manner, which looks like a meeting place.

Nie Qian sat on her knees with her legs bent, her hands kneading on the shoulders of a purple-robed man.

The purple-robed man squinted slightly, and touched her waist from time to time, looking extremely enjoyable.

"Brother Xing."

Nie Qian hugged the purple-robed man closely, and said in a greasy voice: "Old Monster Tuo invites you to go to the No. 2 mining area tomorrow to gather and discuss working together to deal with Duan Gaojing's gang of thieves." ”

"Huh?"

The monk surnamed Xing grabbed her wrist and sneered, "Say, how much benefit did Old Monster Tuo give you?" ”

Nie Qian was so frightened that her face was pale, and she said in a panic: "He gave a thousand catties of copper crystal, so let me give me a word." Brother Xing, the concubine didn't betray you! ”

"Betrayal, hehe!"

The monk surnamed Xing kicked Nie Qian away and said disdainfully: "It's up to you?" ”

Touching his chin covered with stubble, the monk surnamed Xing's eyes flickered.

His full name is Xing Linnian, and he was originally just a bandit on a small island, who made a career out of plundering the people in the town.

Decades ago, an old immortal master came to the island to recruit spirit disciples.

After he revealed a few spells that resembled thunder in his palm, Xing Linnian immediately became obsessed with this otherworldly power.

Of the hundreds of school-age mortals on the island, only two of them passed the spirit root test in the end.

And he Xing Linnian is one of the lucky ones.

But he didn't bask in the joy for long, and he learned from the old immortal master that he was only the lowest grade spiritual root.

The foundation avenue is out of reach.

After Xing Linnian's initial reluctance and attempt, he has long since given up.

He pondered that he would first raise his cultivation to the ninth level of Qi training, and then find a small force to take refuge.

It is best to give birth to an heir with spiritual roots, and it is not in vain to cultivate the Tao in this life.

After learning that the Meng family had recruited miners and that the treatment was quite generous, Xing Linnian resolutely came by boat from the hermitage, intending to save a sum of resources to buy cultivation pills.

To Xing Linnian's surprise, his cultivation of the seventh level of Qi cultivation was not worth mentioning in the outside world, but when he arrived in the mine, he stood out from the crowd and was among the best.

Soon, he had a large number of new miners under his command.

Under his leadership, in just one month, an old force in the cave was defeated.

The bright hall in which he was at this moment was one of the trophies.

At present, there are nearly 100 monks in the vein, and except for a few powerful lone wanderers, they are basically divided into three camps.

These three camps divided the underground veins and divided them into three mining areas.

Whenever the copper crystal share is handed in, the subordinate miners will break out into a violent conflict.

Occupying the No. 1 mining area, the most powerful team of miners is led by a monk named Duan Gaojing.

He has been in the Taizhu Mountain vein for four years, and his skills have reached the eighth level of Qi training.

The No. 2 mining area and the No. 3 mining area are the territories of Tuo Laowei and Xing Linnian respectively.

Both of them are at the seventh level of Qi training, and there are nearly thirty miners under their hands, and their strength is in the middle of the best.

With the mining year after year, it has become more and more difficult to mine copper crystals in recent times.

A significant number of miners are unable to meet their monthly quotas.

Several camps clashed frequently, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more intense.

"You go and tell Tuo Lao Monster that tomorrow Shen Shi and I Xing someone will definitely arrive as scheduled!"

Xing Linnian turned his back to Nie Qian and said in an indifferent tone.

"Okay, the concubine will go over and convey it."

Nie Qian's face was overjoyed, and she quickly got up from the ground.

Since Xing Linnian had agreed to go to the appointment, she had the confidence to knock on the old monster again.

This time, at least let him take out thirty or fifty spirit stones, otherwise he would not have suffered this kick in vain!

When her footsteps gradually subsided, Xing Linnian turned around, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes.

……

In the depths of the ore vein, which was more than ten miles away from the platform, two miners of the sixth level of Qi cultivation were slowly advancing.

Each of them had a black and white demon spider corpse tied to their backs.

It looked extremely heavy, and with every step he took, his shoes sank into the mud by half a foot.

"Big brother, it seems that someone is following us!"

The chubby monk who was walking behind suddenly stopped and spoke.

"Shh

A monk with a green turban in front of him carefully put down the corpse of the demon spider, and after prostrate on the ground and listened for a while, his expression changed suddenly, and he roared anxiously: "Second brother, hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon!" ”

After that, he first took out a jade pen from his arms and put it across his chest.

The jade pen is about three feet long, the whole body is emerald green, and a pure water spiritual power overflows when it is wielded.

When the chubby monk heard this, he quickly held a sharp short knife in his hand.

The short knife was no more than two inches, and there was a glimmer of light on the blade, which should have been smeared with some kind of poison.

In the faint light emitted by the Night Pearl, a narrow shadow gradually became clear, and a young monk in a snow-white robe walked slowly.

"The two fellow Daoists are cautious."

Chen Ping said expressionlessly, but his eyes were on the two spider corpses the size of calves on the ground.

This is a white-haired tarantula, a mortal demon bloodline, and can have the strength of the middle stage of the first order when he becomes an adult.

This demon likes to be quiet, often appears in pairs of a female and a male, and generally does not live in groups.

Although Fujiyama Island did not form a natural spiritual vein, it did not have a great impact on the demon beasts.

Just like the human race can swallow pills to obtain spiritual power to improve cultivation, some demon races can also quickly advance by absorbing the energy contained in minerals or spirit grass.

Therefore, in the medium-sized copper crystal mine under your feet, there are several low-level demon clans that feed on copper crystals.

However, the number is scarce, and no significant damage has been caused to the main body of the huge vein.

Chen Ping has been hiding for nearly a month, and it is the first time he has seen the demon beast in the mine.

As for the corpses of these two white-haired tarantulas, they were worth only a dozen spirit stones, and he didn't care about them.

He followed these two men for one purpose, the Copper Crystal Mine.

According to his guess, there is only one reason why these two people are struggling to move forward with white-haired tarantulas on their backs.

Their storage bags are filled with more important items.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be much more convenient to put the corpse of the demon beast in a storage bag and carry it.

The storage bag is the lowest magic weapon of space, and the mustard law is still a prototype, so it cannot hold items indefinitely.

The three-party storage bag has a bearing weight of about 500 catties, and the five-party storage bag can hold thousands of pounds of items.

The Qifang storage bag hanging on Chen Ping's body is not a problem to ingest two thousand catties of things.

"Your Excellency has followed our two brothers all the way, what advice do you have?"

The monk with the green turban asked warily.

Seeing that the cultivation of the person who came was only the sixth level of Qi cultivation, most of the uneasiness in his heart suddenly dissipated.

There are nearly a hundred cave monks, and there are only two palms that can compete with his two brothers, and the strange young man in front of him is obviously not among them.

Even, he might be able to rob the other party in turn.

"Hand over all the copper crystals on your body, and then get out of here!"

Pinching the hilt of the Biwen Sword, Chen Ping looked cold.

"Quack ......"

The chubby monk's already small eyes narrowed into slits, and sneered: "Stinky boy has such a big breath, don't you know the names of my brothers?" ”

"I want to hear about it."

It's just two fish on the sticky board, Chen Ping blinked, and his tone was playful.

"Under the head seat of the No. 1 mining section, Zhuo Han, the right dragon protector elder, is also!"

The chubby monk puffed up his chest and said with a little pride: "This is my eldest brother, Elder Zhuo Qi of the Left Dragon Protector!" ”

"Left and Right Dragon Protector Elders? What a mess, I haven't heard of it. ”

Chen Ping shrugged his shoulders, stabbed horizontally with a sword, and said coldly: "Give you two more time to breathe, and hand over the copper crystal!" ”

"Stinky boy, new here, right? You don't even know the head of the mine! ”

Zhuo Han laughed angrily, stepped on the rock wall with a short knife, and slashed towards Chen Ping's collarbone with his strength, and shouted in his mouth: "Today I want you to recognize the reality, and you dare to grab my brothers' heads!" ”

Zhuo Qi clasped his hands, paying attention to the fight between the two, and had no intention of stepping forward to help for the time being.

This person's cultivation is not much different from him, even if Zhuo Han is defeated, he will not be defeated in a short time.

And he swept the formation, as long as he found a suitable opportunity, he could abolish this rampant boy with one move.

After all, the spiritual energy in the area of Fujiyama Island is extremely thin, and the spiritual power lost in the fighting method can only be recovered through pills.

Therefore, the miners here are very careful before each move to avoid excessive consumption of mana.

"Insect Seal Technique!"

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth raised, Zhuo Han's surprise attack seemed to be galloping, but in his opinion, it was full of flaws.

The wrist flipped up, and the biscuit-patterned sword stood in front of him, accurately resisting the short knife.

"Wow"

The two magic weapons collided together, and a series of piercing and sharp sounds were drawn.

The light on the dagger dimmed, and a visible gap opened at the blade.

"Superior magic weapon!"

Zhuo Han's mouth ached faintly, and his face was flustered while feeling distressed.

His short sword was only a medium-grade magic weapon, and it couldn't compete with the higher-order Biwen Sword at all.

Chen Ping did not hesitate, mobilized Sancheng's spiritual power into the sword, and the next moment, he saw the aura of the Biwen Sword soaring, and a bright green light like the starry sky at night floated on it.

"Boom"

Without any accident, Zhuo Han's short knife got out of his hand, and the whole person was like a meteorite that landed to the bottom, and was kicked more than ten zhang away by Chen Ping.

"Big brother, let's go together!"

Wiping away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Han picked up the short knife and shouted at Zhuo Qi.

"Good!"

Zhuo Qi immediately responded, and his eyes were full of greed when he looked at the Biwen Sword.

He and Zhuo Han have cultivated so far, and they have not saved any surplus wealth, and the high-grade magic weapon is even more like an unattainable dream.

"You have to get this sword!"

Zhuo Qi secretly calculated that if there was a top-grade magic weapon, his brothers would be able to compete with the Great Elder under Duan Gaojing.

When the time comes, the mine head will pay more attention to them, and in the future, are you afraid that you won't get enough cultivation resources!

"Write down!"

Zhuo Qi's mood was high, and he clenched the jade pen in the air, and every step he took would generate a pink peony petal.

"Flower God Gathers Net!"

Pieces of peony petals rotated rapidly, and in an instant, they combined into a large net several feet long and wide, and fell under Chen Ping's sun.

Seeing that his eldest brother was pressing the bottom of the box as soon as he made a move, Zhuo Han no longer hesitated, and bit the tip of his tongue to force out a drop of essence blood and spray it on the blade.