As a stand-in, he ran away in a vest.

To be honest, calling this place "Town" is really condescending. This place looks huge at first glance, and there are a lot of people in it. Even if it is called Changfeng City, it is completely worthy of this name. of.

At the intersection at the entrance of Changfeng Town, there are special people who set up tables and chairs to register. If they are mortals, they must show their household registration. If they are monks, they must show a small sign with a rune pattern drawn on it.

He stopped in front of that person's table, and just as the foundation-building monk holding a pen was about to speak, he saw the down-and-out young casual cultivator in front of him take out five low-grade spirit stones from his sleeve.

Hey, he still knows the rules.

"Zhou Jing, a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

The recording monk scribbled on the paper, then put away Zhou Jing's five low-grade spirit stones, and handed him a black sign.A rune is drawn on the front, and the word Changfeng is written on the back.

"This is your access token. As a monk sheltered by Changfeng Town, you have to pay five low-grade spirit stones every month. Remember to go to Xianmeng to pay it."

Zhou Jing smiled and put away the badge: "Okay, thank you for the reminder, brother."

The cultivator in the foundation building period hummed weakly as a reply, and just at this time, someone came from behind, and he recorded the news of other people.

Half a day later, a young cultivator dressed in black and with poor legs and feet stood at the door of a small courtyard and entered the small courtyard with a little hesitation. After opening the formation in the small courtyard, he confirmed that no one else saw him. , the first thing is to hold his storage bag tightly.

——"My spirit stone!!!"

In this small courtyard, every year a middle-grade spirit stone!

expensive!

On the other side, Han Chigu was dressed in white, hiding himself with his spiritual power, standing in the mine, looking at the coal-mined spiritual stones in the surrounding veins, and the many mortals who were bent over and couldn't straighten up.

Zhou Jing's consciousness is connected with Han's bone, the main body looks at his storage bag and worries that there are not many spirit stones left, but now Han's bone is looking at the mine full of spirit stones, his face is as cold as a December snowstorm .

This mine is just a passage in this spirit stone mine.

In this passage, mortals like ants are crowded. Unlike monks, they can use spiritual power when mining spirit stones. The tools in their hands are half-old, and the wooden handles are stained with blood and dirt. Dust, the body is only covered by wisps.

"Ah......"

In this passage, the smell of sweat and blood of these people, and the mine is located underground, and there is not much air in it, so the smell is very unpleasant.

Chi Han looked at the person standing at the front corner. It was a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing clothes with spiritual power, and there was no drop of man on his forehead.

Unlike other people, bending over, carrying a basket, and holding tools covered with blood, sweat and mud, instead, they just stood there, walking around from time to time, holding in their hands a tool made of Jiyi rattan. The whip, the color of the whip is gray, but there are some dark red blood stains on the whip.

"It's all very disturbing to watch."

Because the white clothes on Han Tegu's body have the function of cleaning dust, the mud and dust that got on his body in the mine, and some things that were ejected from the mining of spiritual stones by the people next to him, all did not get on his body, but at this moment, the scene in front of him ......The dark passage only has a few oil lamps on the ground, their non-stop labor, there is no light in their eyes,

Han piercingly smiled back with anger, his eyes were full of coldness, and he walked towards the middle-aged man with a big belly and a whip on his hips step by step.

Wang Dalang is a mortal in this mine. He opened his eyes covered with sweat, and his hands had no strength, but he took a rough breath, and continued to wave his arms, hitting the mountain in front of him. With unremitting efforts, a small sharp corner of the spirit stone appeared where a large mountain fell.

Wang Dalang's exhausted heart finally heaved a sigh of relief. He waved the tools in his hands and was about to continue digging down when a shadow appeared in the lighted place around him, and a sense of oppression appeared behind him.

The steward came to check!

Wang Dalang felt as cold as being poured down by a bucket of cold water, but his past experience made him dare not look back, so he could only continue digging, hoping that the other party would let him go.

"The rocks dug up today should be enough, yes, it should be enough. If the steward sees it, he won't hit me if he sees enough. He won't hit me." Wang Dalang prayed in his heart.

The middle-aged steward with a big belly approached him, just as he thought, first stood tall beside him, and peeked into the basket placed on the ground next to him.

It is difficult for a tired person to do things in such a situation, and it is also very difficult to open the spirit stone in the spirit stone mine. From morning to night, it is just filling the bottom of the basket, and the bottom of the basket cannot be seen.

Dissatisfaction appeared on the face of the middle-aged steward, he twitched his arms and held the head of the whip.

"It's really a bunch of bastards. I don't want to stare at you for a while, but I dare to perfunctory me like this." The tail of the whip was dragged to the ground, making a small sound.

"Lazy guy, I can't even hand over my errands with just this little spirit stone, so I should kill you rotten bugs—"

Wang Dalang looked desperate, this time, the sweat on his forehead finally blurred his eyes, and he didn't have the strength to open them again.

Someone nearby also saw this scene, but the steward is the one with the highest status here, he holds the power of life and death for everyone here, except for the sound of digging the spirit stone, there is nothing else, the silence is depressing.

The middle-aged steward looked hostile, and he was about to hit Wang Dalang on the back with his whip.

Anyway, give him a good beating first, and then he will know that he has to dig the spirit stones more diligently. If he dies, he can also show other low-level people what the end of being lazy is.

The whip that was swung vigorously was solidified into white ice by a sudden transparent water flow, just like that, it was solidified behind Wang Dalang, a palm away from him.

The middle-aged steward opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief. He pulled the whip in his hand vigorously, and then watched the water quickly wrap the whole whip. The moment he saw it clearly, it was originally gray His whip had stiffened into a cold jelly.

The middle-aged steward shook his hand that he let go quickly, looked at the sudden change in front of him in surprise, used his voice to hide his panic, and stared fiercely at the mortal who was temporarily mining on the ground: "Who? Who is here? Who did it? Come out if you have the courage! I will definitely make you a dead body!"

Han Chigu looked at the face that was trying to hide his panic, and withdrew the spiritual power that concealed his figure.

At this time, the middle-aged steward's eyes were looking down. He was so cold that he no longer concealed his figure. The first thing that appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged steward was a pair of extremely simple black boots. His eyes moved upwards to reveal the white bottoms, White belt, white top.

At the end is a man's face.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2721:01:04~2020-06-2821:34:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 2 disciples from the Outer Sect of the Rotten Sect;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of watercress soy sauce and vinegar;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!