Although the voice was not loud, there was no warning in advance, and Qin Xuan was immediately startled, and hurriedly turned his head back.

I saw that behind him, there was an extra white-haired old man at some point, bowing slightly, holding a burnt dry tobacco stick in his hand, looking him up and down expressionlessly.

"New disciple!"

"Yes, senior?"

Although the other party was inconspicuous, for some reason it gave Qin Xuan an indescribable sense of depression, making him involuntarily call himself a junior.

"Hmph, how did those guys in the Deacon Hall send a novice like you over and treat me like a place somewhere. Forget it, you take this thing, and they are generally responsible for one of them. Within three days, 200 catties of purple bamboo must be cut. If you can't do it, get out of here immediately, and don't let the old man see you here a second time in the future. The woodcutter said coldly, and after touching his waist with one hand, he somehow took out a one-man high axe and threw it in front of Qin Xuan.

This scene made Qin Xuan stunned.

"Look, don't you go to work soon. The old woodcutter shouted.

After muttering a few times in a low voice, he leaned over and took the axe on the ground in his hand, and did not dare to slack off towards a nearby uninhabited purple bamboo forest.

As soon as Qin Xuanluo moved his hands and feet, he raised the axe with both hands and fell down fiercely.

"Bang", sparks splashed on the purple bamboo.

Qin Xuan only felt that his hands were hot, and under a huge rebound, the axe was almost thrown out of his hand.

The purple bamboo was as hard as fine iron, and the silver hoe could not penetrate the soil at all.

Qin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly leaned over to take a closer look at Zizhu, only to find that since Zizhu and bamboo were different, he shook his eyebrows and hands hard, only to feel that it was extremely cold and hard.

"Boy, don't look into it. This is not bamboo, but bamboo for special refining. A hardcover man nearby, who was half naked and showed off his muscles, immediately said with a smile after seeing Qin Xuan's actions from a distance.

He got up and looked at the other inner disciples who were busy.

I saw that the disciples in the nearby fields, although they were also swinging axes wildly, they landed silently one by one, and could only chop up a little bit of thinness an inch deep.

The axes in their hands emitted a faint red light, which was obviously not just a simple matter of chopping bamboo.

If you want to cut bamboo, you have to use fire spiritual power.

Qin Xuan frowned, and after thinking about it again, he used his fire spiritual power to slowly cross into the axe in his hand.

As a result, in a moment, the spirit pattern on the surface of the axe lit up, and a layer of soft red and white light appeared.

"Poof".

The axe landed in the purple bamboo, and there was still a muffled sound, but it was finally cut out a little.

After Qin Xuan exhaled lightly, he began to slash wildly......

After most of the day, Qin Xuanpan sat in the field and quietly breathed in, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, but he swept the purple bamboo that had just been cut, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This bamboo is really difficult to cut, and my body and arms are beginning to ache very much.

What made him a little speechless, those who had just chopped the hoe a little bit, and there was healing again, although it was still very short, but when he wanted to cut Zizhu a second time, the resistance would still not be small.

As for the other fields next to them, there were a few inner disciples in their twenties with profound mana, who had already completed cutting purple bamboo with ease, and after walking into the dense forest and handing over the task to the old man, they left.

As for some other seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciples, they also cut themselves a foot thick, and it seemed that they would be able to complete the task in half a day at most.

When Qin Xuan saw all this, he could only smile bitterly.

He can't be compared with these old disciples, with his shallow spiritual power, he will cut 100 catties in three days, which is just enough, how can he have time to rest more.

But what made him even more depressed was that the new disciple here seemed to be just him.

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Xuan gritted his teeth and stood up again, walked to the edge of the purple bamboo chop, and after the red light flashed from the axe in his hand, he fell down on the purple bamboo again.

......

The next morning, the other purple bamboos had already been cut down and planted by those old disciples, and the inner disciples who were still left here were only Qin Xuan.

However, when it was noon, Qin Xuan stood in the center of the purple bamboo forest in front of him, and after looking at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots, he could only frown.

At this moment, his two arms had become pinprickly and painful because of too much force, and he really couldn't continue to hoe the soil.

"Yes, there are not many new disciples who can hold on until this point. ”

Behind him, a faint voice suddenly sounded.

Qin Xuan was startled, and hurriedly turned around, it was the woodcutter-like senior.

At this time, he looked at Qin Xuan with a look of approval.

"Meet Uncle Shi!"

Qin Xuan didn't dare to slack off, and stepped forward to salute.

"Which peak disciple are you and what is your name. The woodcutter asked.

"Disciple Qin Xuan, under the refining peak. Qin Xuan replied honestly.

"Refining Weapon Peak, that's Senior Brother Wan's disciple. You are a few spiritual roots, not a personal disciple. The old farmer looked him up and down again, and then asked.

"The younger generation is the Five Spirit Root, how can it be a personal disciple. Qin Xuan said respectfully.

"Wulinggen, the qualifications are too low, it's a pity. Otherwise, with your perseverance, the old man will want to ask you to come over and take you under the door. When the woodcutter heard this, he sighed lightly and said.

"The disciple is ashamed, I don't know who the senior uncle is......" Qin Xuan's heart moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help asking.

"My surname is Yang, you can just call me Uncle Yang. But looking at you now, it's impossible to continue. I'll pass you a set of compound punches now, and as long as you hit it a few times, you can remove all the bruises on your arms. ”

"Thank you Uncle Yang for your kindness. When Qin Xuan heard this, he was naturally overjoyed.

"You don't need to thank anything, this body forging fist is originally a body refining technique that beginner disciples can cultivate after a year, I just taught it to you in advance. Uncle Su said indifferently.

Then he moved his body, put on a strange posture, and began to play a strange set of boxing techniques one by one, while reciting some kind of mantra in his mouth.

Qin Xuan was very interested, his spirit perked up, and he began to memorize the woodcutter's moves and formulas in his mouth.

As a result, when the woodcutter only beat this boxing technique for the third time, Qin Xuan remembered it all in his mind, and beat it all over the spot.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang showed a trace of regret on his face, but he didn't say anything and turned away.

And Qin Xuan, who stayed in place, was completely immersed in this compound fist, and after hitting it seven or eight times in one breath, he felt that his whole body was steaming, and his red and swollen arms really returned to normal.

Not only that, but he also felt that his spirit was a little more vigorous than before.