Thunder Martial

In the hands of the elderly, he grabbed a stone with a big slap and a dark light.

Compared to those heavy scrap stones, this stone in front of you is a rare item and should be what they call black iron.

The old man laughed proudly: "Lucky for us today, this stone is enough to improve our diet. ”

The old man threw the stone at Zijuan, indicating that he was holding it.

Then the purple monster screamed and was pressed to the ground by this big slap stone. His tragic discovery was that he could not take the black iron ore that was only the big slap.

When I first came here, purple seemed novel to everything.

He follows the old man in mining every day, doing some hard work and growing strength. Much faster than the outside world, even faster than using a seven-color holy tree.

When he came in, Purple Ben was a holy body, but he found the old man's body much stronger than his.

Not only the old man, but all the miners here are stronger than him.

So obviously, these look like the bottom line people, each with a holy body. Although the realm is unclear, on the outside, the weakest is also the Holy King, who possesses a sacred body.

You can end up abusing Zi Chen.

Seven days later, the old man used the harvest of the few days to redeem a crane beak for purple beak. Crane's mouth was exchanged from the blacksmith, who was the strong man who took Kathu Huangtu. During his time, he saw Kathu Huangtu, who was no better than him. He was a miner, and he was messing with the blacksmith.

At the moment of the crane pickpockets, the purple pickpockets began their real mining career and became a true miner.

He held a heavy crane mouth pickle, confident the first pickle went down, and as a loud noise sounded, Mars splattered. The clamstick bouncing back from the hard rock almost knocked the purple clam out.

Down a day, I couldn't knock down a few stones, and Purple hungry on the back of my heart. If the old man hadn't taken care of it, Purple Fear would have starved to death here.

He's a mighty monk, but here he is, like a real mortal.

This situation lasted for half a month, and Zixuan finally adapted to the weight of the crane's mouth, as well as the force exerted. Finally, the first black iron ore was mined, and the ore could be picked up.

He's made a lot more progress than before.

Of course, a piece of black iron ore is already at its limit. If you take another piece, Zijuan won't be able to hold it.

Next, Zijuan rested and waited for the old man to collect a piece of ore before leaving.

Relatively speaking, mining yields are considerable and sufficiently warm.

By the time they arrived here for half a month, Zijuan had become familiar with the old man. Once they had collected a stone, they had declared the work closed and replaced the food, mostly with wine.

Sometimes the family accumulates a lot of food, and he doesn't even go up the mountain to extract it. In purple terms, it is completely delicious and lazy and has nothing to do with diligence.

In the next period of time, Purple Pearl quickly became familiar with the environment, and had little harvest, slowly accumulating some ore.

He asked the old man what was going on here, and besides this village, there were several other villages nearby, 200 miles away, and there was a small town, the furthest the old man had ever been.

There are obviously no saints in the village, and the only way to get saints is to visit the town. The old man told Purple that the chances of having a saint in a small town are small, unless you go to a city further afield.

It's the only city in the world, it's said to be big, with powerful people living in it, even the gods.

Of course, this is what the old man hears, he doesn't know where the city is, and he doesn't have the strength to go.

Going to town is already his limit.

If you really want to get the saints, you have to go to the town, then ask about the way into the city, then find a way into the city.

Zijuan has been working hard, and if he doesn't, he will stay here all his life and become a miner, just like these people.

Soon after, two months later, Purple had adapted to the harsh environment here, and he had always been careful not to let any insects near him.

Moreover, Zixuan gradually discovered that as his power grew, his already shielded soul seemed to have some more faint perceptions.

After telling the old man this, he immediately got the old man's smile, “Want to use energy, unless you are a man of the divine race. ”

Zijuan was not struck by it, and he had already seen that the old man was a mixed life and had long lost hope for the future. But he's got a mission to do. Make sure you find a way to get the saints and go back.

The old man said that nobody could go back, which was clearly wrong, because Gatuccita was out alive with a holy soldier.

Another day, they left the village again and continued mining behind the crane's mouth.

During this time, the purple seeds were small and harvested, all in the old man's house, and they were not exchanged with the blacksmith.

The old man said, if you really want to go to town, then go there and exchange it, the price can be higher.

When he reached the halfway street, the old man suddenly stopped and looked forward.

Only on the hill, a group of old and young descended and the two sides met.

Compared to the old and small combination above, this combination is really a little too wolfish to look at, just like the landlord is a charterer. Compared to a robe full of patches on the two of them, the clothes on the other two of them are gorgeous.

There is no doubt that the two of them live very well here, which is equivalent to a healthy life.

“You old man ain't dead yet? The last time that mine went down, the mountains fell. Why didn't you die?” The old man in the gorgeous robe looked coldly at the old man in front of Purple.

“Old man, I can't die, but you have to be careful. This place is full of poisonous bugs. Be careful what you don't get, but you're on your own.” The old man also responded in a shadowy way.

It can be seen that the two men had resentment, but what surprised Purple was the identity of the old man.

The old man told Purple that there are many herbs on this mountain that can be exchanged for food, but because there are too many poisonous insects, no one dares to pick them unless they are refiners.

And the old man in front of him dared to take the medicine, obviously the refiner. As in the outside world, here the refiner is also a rare species, a noble identity.

And look at the young man, wearing a gorgeous robe, with a medicine basket behind him, and a few pills in it.

The young man was also staring at the purple as he looked at each other.

Though we are all human beings, purple cannot perceive each other's boundaries, purple glances from each other's ice-cold eyes reveal the killing machine.

He never saw each other, and the other used to kill him, apparently not because of the grudges between the two elderly people.

“Do you belong to the Holt family?” Purple looked at the young man and spoke indifferently.

The young man's eyes became colder and colder, looking at the purple cold: “Holt Tommy. ”

A cold laugh appeared at the corner of the purple mouth and said: "I do. ”

Naturally, there is resentment on both sides for having killed him, and in this world, there is no one else to blame. Clearly, then, this enemy comes from the outside world.

There are only fifteen people who entered the outside world. He knows all the people of the Gatu family. This is either the Holt or the Dolph family in front of him.

Dolph Hill was arrogant because of his demons and obviously wouldn't tell anyone about his grievances. So there's only the Holt family left, you know, but there were a lot of saints watching the periphery, and you know he's normal too.

“You know him?” The old man looked at Holt Tommy next to him.

“The last time I spoke to my ancestor, it was him!” Holt Tommy pointed at Purple, coldly said: "You dare to go to the Holt family field, you are looking for death! ”

You can be sure that the other person is one of the five people who came this time, with the gift of holy flesh, looking at each other purple, cold-blooded: “What, you want to do it? Do you know where this place is? ”

“Of course I know!” The increasingly intense killer in the eye has revealed Holt Tommy's true thoughts at this moment.

The old man also enjoyed seeing this. He took a step back. From the side of the medicine basket, he took out one long, one short, two swords that emitted spectacular light. It can be seen that it was made of black iron, the quality of which was much higher than the crane mouth. For the people in the village, it was a real high-end product, at a great price.

Seeing that Holt Tommy took over the dagger, Purple took three steps backwards of consciousness and looked vigilantly at each other.

The old man in front held the crane pickpocket in his hand and looked at the old man and said, "Now that you're looking for a fight, you're all right. Little man, be careful not to let this sword touch the crane's mouth, or dry for a week. ”

Zixuan did not speak, her figure retreated again and her expression became more tense.

“What, scared?” Holt Tom smiled sarcastically and then moved on with his short sword.

But he was very harsh with the old man, so he deliberately pulled the distance between him and the old man and walked from the other side toward the purple.

“Be careful!” The old man warned Holt Tommy.

“Don't worry, it's easy to kill him!” Holt Tommy smiled confidently.

Zixuan is still retreating, her expression gets more nervous, she seems very afraid of each other, even the crane mouth pickle in her hand is shaking.

He has retreated from the mountain road into a weed bush, and then backwards, he will enter it completely, and for the people here, it is a very dangerous place with many insects.

Holt Tommy stepped forward, the black sword in his hand flashed cold, and he looked at the purple smile: “What, now that I know you're scared, didn't you used to be rampant? ”

Without a word, a drop of sweat fell on his forehead, and the distance between him and Holt Tommy was getting closer.

Three meters from Purple Sword, the cold light flashed in Hot Tom's eyes, holding the black sword towards Purple Spike.

This sword has no skill, but the battle is between quality and sharpness. If you dare to stop it, you will instantly split the guy in front of you into two parts.

Purple is not blocked, nor dare it. This is a weapon made of pure black iron, very sharp.

With a cold sweat on his forehead, he drank loudly and stepped towards the earth. His figure stood tall and his figure swept backwards towards the sky.

“It's useless, you...”

Holt Tommy grinned coldly and rushed forward.

A blue snake, coming out of the weeds, opens its mouth and stretches out its poisonous teeth.