That basket of fire iron spirit ore weighed more than two hundred catties, and it took Zhao Da nearly two hours to dig it out, and with Wei Zhen's strength of picking up a hundred catties with one hand, it was just right to deal with it.

Half an hour later, Wei Vacuum returned to his original place, a distance of more than two miles.

Zhao Da only said a simple word "good", and continued to wave the mine hoe.

Zhao San nodded at Wei Zhen and smiled, "Welcome to join." "This can be regarded as an acknowledgment of Wei Zhen's team membership.

The old man Li Si picked up a bowl of herbal tea and handed it to Wei Zhen.

Only Zhao Er was a little embarrassed, his face was as red as a soldering iron, he kept scratching his bare head, and smirked at Wei Zhen several times.

Among the five people, Zhao Da, Zhao San, Li Si, including Wei Zhen, are silent and silent.

The old man Li is nearly seventy years old, and he has long lost the ability to work, so he used to only take care of the three brothers of the Zhao family and do cleaning work. Zhao Er and Zhao San were responsible for transporting the Huotieling Mine excavated by Zhao Da to the entrance of the mine and handing it over to the supervisor Zhang Song for weighing and counting.

After Wei Zhen arrived, the task of transporting ore was handed over to him and Zhao Er, Zhao San was injured, and he had just time to recuperate.

Zhao Er is a straightforward person, and after a few days, he became acquainted with Wei Zhen.

"How did Third Brother Zhao get injured?" On this day, when the two of them sent a basket of ore back to the mine, Wei Zhen couldn't help but ask. From Zhao Er's mouth, he had already learned that Zhao Da was a third-level spiritual warrior, and Zhao San was a fifth-level spiritual warrior, and the injuries he suffered were internal injuries in the meridians, and the two brothers had cultivated a spiritual technique called "Spirit Fighting Fist".

Zhao Er hesitated slightly, shook off the sweat on his bald head, and said in a dull voice: "You will know these things sooner or later, I told you first." ”

It turned out that the mine was in the middle of nowhere, and it was in the middle of nowhere, so those high-level people came up with a way to have fun - that is, gambling.

The so-called gambling fight is to select two or more people from the mine slaves, and start a fight within the specified time, regardless of life and death, the onlookers can choose either side to bet. The bets of the mine management are nothing more than women, gold coins, spirit stones, etc., and the miners on the periphery place most of the bets on the number of fire iron spirit mines mined by the team in one day.

There are many miners in the Fire Dark Mine, many of them are spirits, and the life-and-death struggle between spirits is also more attention-grabbing, Zhao San was injured by another fifth-level spirit warrior in a medium-range gambling fight, but fortunately saved his life.

The two quickly returned to the mine. Zhao Dazheng sat on a stone for a short rest, he saw Zhao Er's face was indignant, and as soon as he came back, he went to Zhao San's side, silent, and had already guessed something in his heart.

Wei Zhen stepped forward, made a calm posture, hugged his fists and bowed, "Brother Zhao, can you teach me the 'Spirit Fighting Fist'?"

The "Spirit Fighting Fist" may just be a superficial spiritual skill, which was obtained by accident when the three brothers of the Zhao family were wandering outside before they became human slaves.

Zhao Da glanced at Wei Zhen with a slightly vicissitudes of life, and then looked at Zhao San who was recuperating in the corner, and after being silent, he sighed and said, "From tomorrow onwards, you can follow me to mine for the first half of the day." ”

Wei Zhen thought that he had refused, but he was not very surprised and disappointed, after all, no matter how shallow his spiritual skills were, he was also a kind of life-saving foundation. When he saw Zhao Er winking at him again and again, he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly thanked him again: "Thank you, Brother Zhao!"

In fact, Zhao Da didn't directly say that he wanted to teach Wei Zhen, just because Wei Zhen was only a first-level spiritual warrior, and to practice spiritual skills, he had to be a third-level spiritual warrior to do it.

On the second day, Zhao Da found another shoe of refined iron ore from nowhere and handed it to Wei Zhen.

The one-meter-long mine hoe looks rough and blunt, only at the tip of the hoe there is a trace of sharpness, and it is heavy to start, Wei Zhen roughly feels that it weighs about fifty catties.

He stood in the position chosen for him by Zhao Da, picked up the mine hoe with both hands, and dug down with all his might.

A piece of Venus suddenly appeared in front of him, Wei Zhen only felt a huge anti-shock force coming, his arm was extremely sore, and the mine hoe in his palm almost flew out of his hand.

He never imagined that this would be the result, his hoe strength weighed two or three hundred catties, and he only left a gap the size of an egg between the crimson ore.

"Don't rush, take your time. Zhao Da's thick voice sounded behind him. "Gather your gaze on the sharpest part of the mine hoe, and the spiritual power in your body moves with your gaze. ”

Zhao Da had never received spiritual skills from any sect or family, and although what he said was superficial, he slowly figured it out with his own experience, and he paid attention to practicality.

Wei Zhen pondered his words for a while, and then understood what he meant—to concentrate the three of mind, thought, and force in one place, and then exert force.

However, this is easier said than done, but it is not easy to achieve it perfectly.

On this day, their mining progress was much slower than usual, but fortunately, Zhao San temporarily gave up healing and joined in, and the five of them finally completed the task before the gong sounded in the mine.

Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Wei Zhen was eleven years old, his figure was one or two inches taller, although he looked thin, he was very strong, and his complexion was dark, but he was not annoying.

He became a third-level spiritual warrior and finally met the entry requirements for spiritual skill cultivation.

In the past year, the small world in his mind, that little bit of brilliance seemed to be brighter, and Wei Zhen judged from this that his little mental power had improved again after more than a year of tempering.

In addition, he succeeded in copying the second tadpole rune, and this success was just a feeling, as if everything was clear in his heart, and every subtle stroke and change in the rune would flow naturally in his heart like flowing water, without any hindrance.

Wei Zhen told all the contents of "Na Ling Jue" and "The First Essentials of Mental Power" to the three brothers of the Zhao family, and explained his understanding to them. He could see that Zhao Da and Zhao San had unintentionally embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, and no one had ever given them special guidance in this regard.

When Zhao Da went out to pick up food for Li Si, he took out a square paper bag from the cable tie around his waist, opened it, and wrapped it in a layer of butter paper, and the innermost part was three pages of yellow paper, which were scribbled with scribbled handwriting.

"This is the 'Spirit Fighting Fist'. My three brothers don't know much literacy, and they all rely on their own random guessing and blind practice, and I won't have anything to teach you in the future!" Zhao Da said in a very sincere tone, and directly gave the three pages of yellow paper to Wei Zhen.

Three years have passed in a flash.

The old man Li Si was gone, on a night that no one knew, he walked peacefully, without illness or pain, and Wei Zhen and the four watched as his body was thrown onto a minecart carrying waste, on which there were already more than a dozen corpses.

It's not surprising that this happens every day in the Dark Mine.

The sadness in Wei Zhen's heart was not sad, but he saw the helplessness and sadness in the eyes of the three brothers of the Zhao family, and they may also be thinking that one day they would leave this indifferent world so silently.

Wei Zhen was different from them, he was still very young, he had his own goals and pursuits in life, and he was already a seventh-level spiritual monk. They also felt the difference between Wei Zhen, from the day Wei Zhen told them the "Na Ling Jue" and "The First Essentials of Mental Power", the three brothers already knew that although this method was only an introductory spiritual book, it belonged to the authentic spiritual cultivation sect, but they never asked Wei Zhen where he came from and why he was sent here.

In the past three years, in addition to assiduously cultivating the spirit, improving his mental power, and copying tadpole runes, Wei Zhen has been studying the "Spirit Fighting Fist" given to him by Zhao Da with only three pages.

The people who recorded this spiritual skill were very angry, and there was a sentence in the opening sentence "A punch is out, and the stars are falling".

However, Wei Zhen has not figured out the grade of "Spirit Fighting Fist" until now, he is not a chick who doesn't know anything, for the division of spiritual skills, spiritual weapons, pills and other grades, Master Mao Yiqing once said that these are no different from the division of the Maoshan Sect's rune formation.

He intuitively felt that the spiritual skill of "Spirit Fighting Fist" was suitable for the cultivation of spirit warriors and spirit masters, and it could also be used when it came to the cultivation of spirit captains and spirit generals, but it was necessary to achieve the point of "one punch is out, and the stars are shaking and falling", unless there is a powerful follow-up chapter after that.

But this possibility is very small, the bottom world of the Red Earth Realm is not allowed to secretly possess high-level spiritual skills, once it is discovered by the Upper Realm Sect Master, it is a very dangerous thing. If it is only one person who hides it privately, he will also be hunted down by a wanted warrant issued by the upper realm.

There are no absolutes in the world, perhaps, this is a basic spiritual skill, the same as the spiritual energy bomb, the spiritual palm, etc.

The only difference is that Lingdouquan pays great attention to the change of body style and the position of footsteps. The first and second pages of the yellow paper record the method of condensing the fist strength, fist thought, and fist intent, and the third page of the yellow paper records a footwork called "Seven Star Steps".

Wei Zhen has never been in contact with the science of the stars, so he has no concept of the so-called "fighting, bull, female, void, danger, room, and wall" in the yellow paper.

But he liked the condensation, thought, and intention in it very much.

"When manpower is exhausted, thoughts are endless, and when thoughts are exhausted, the meaning is boundless. A punch is out, provoke a point, the force is three points, if you get a point, the strength is three points. If the mind is endless, then the fist is powerless......"

These words are both simple and profound, and Wei Zhen can't comprehend them all.

When practicing Lingdou Boxing, he followed the mining method taught by Zhao Da, only focused his eyes on the edge of the fist, and spared no effort when each punch was thrown, striving to be the same in his mind.

At the beginning, he always felt a little jerky and sluggish, and felt that his strength was not exhausted. After a year, this feeling seems to have disappeared, but I still feel that something is not as good as I wanted. Two years later, this feeling is still there, and Zhao Da told him that it is not easy for him to be able to do this at this age.

Wei Zhen was concerned about another thing at this time, every time he swung his fist, he faintly felt that there was a force in his body that seemed to be sleeping being pulled out by the force of the fist, as if he was about to wake up from his slumber, this feeling seemed to be real and illusory, which made him a little expectant and afraid.

Zhao Da was already slightly senile, and Zhao San's injuries had not completely healed, and they watched Wei Zhen practice the "Spirit Fighting Fist" over and over again after completing the mining task every day.