"砰", the sparks on the ground are splashing.

Liu Ming only felt a hot hand, and under a huge force rebound, the silver eagle almost broke out.

The heavens and the earth turned out to be as hard as the fine iron, and the silver enamel could not be divided into the earth.

Liu Ming sneaked, hurriedly leaned over and carefully observed the ground, only to find that this place is different from ordinary farmland, the soil inside is actually purple.

And those weed roots are deep underground, gathering all the soil together, as if they are round and round.

His brow finger poked purple red soil, only to feel extremely cold and hard.

"Kid, don't study it. This is not ordinary soil, but the "earth soil" that specializes in planting Lingmi. The general method can't be shaken at all." A naked man with a naked body around him, showing his muscles, looks far away. After Liu Ming’s move, he immediately said with a smile.

"earth soil"

Liu Ming naturally heard of this name for the first time and immediately got up and looked at other busy inner disciples.

I saw a few disciples in the vicinity, although they were also arrogant, but they were silent, and they could only pick up a thin layer of dirt.

And the silver gimmicks in their hands are faintly white, one is obviously not just a simple thing.

"This thing turned out to be a symbol."

Liu Ming took his eyes back and re-appeared in his own hands, only to find some shallow and light lines on the surface of the skull, and his face could not help but reveal a hint of color.

"Since it is a symbol, it is only a matter of injecting the first force to try it." Liu Ming thought about a turn, and immediately the body moved, and entered the silver scorpion through both hands.

But after a while, his face was changed.

No matter how much force he injects, the **** is still not changing, as if the previous injection is doing nothing.

Liu Ming's brow wrinkled, and after thinking about it, he replaced it with a newly transformed mana and slowly entered it into his hand.

As a result, the surface of the silver enamel shines brightly for a moment, and a soft white light emerges.

Sure enough!

No wonder there are only inner-door disciples here. I have not seen any outside disciples. If you want to incite this land, you must use your efforts.

After Liu Ming understood this, he didn't think much about it. With both hands and one round, the silver skull fell again.

"噗".

The silver carp fell to the ground, and there was still a muffled sound, but a thin layer of purple-red soil and some wild grasses began to smash.

After Liu Ming vomited a sigh of relief, he began to boring and mad...

After most of the day, Liu Ming took a seat in the middle of the field and quietly spit it out. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and opened it, but after sweeping the field that had just passed through it, he could not help but smile.

This kind of land is really difficult to cultivate. Before it was burned, not only did the mana cost a few times, but even the body and arms began to feel sore.

It made him a little speechless. In the purple-red soil that had just passed through a layer, some weeds came out from the ground. Although it was still very short, when I wanted to come back to the second dirt, Resistance is still not going to go anywhere.

As for the other fields next to it, there are several 20-year-old, powerful man-in-law disciples who have already completed Putian very easily. After entering the jungle and handing over the tasks to the old man, they left the sky and left.

As for some other 17-year-old disciples, they also smashed their fields a few inches deep. It seems that they can complete the task for at least half a day.

When Liu Ming witnessed all this, he could only smile.

He can't compare with these old disciples, because his mana is shallow, and he will be half-foot-deep in three days, but it is just enough, and there is still time to rest.

But what makes him even more depressed is that the new disciple here seems to be him alone.

But think about it is normal.

This time, the opening ceremony has become a spiritual person, but only a few dozen people. The task time of each person is different, and the specific content of the Zongmen task may be different.

It’s not a simple matter to want to get together.

After Liu Ming thought for a while, he glanced back and walked to the edge of the field. After the white light flashed in his hand, he fell down again into the field.

......

The next morning, the other fields were already cultivated by the old disciples, and the inner disciples who stayed here were only Liu Ming.

However, at noon, Liu Ming stood at the center of the field and looked at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots.

At this moment, the two arms have become acupuncture-like pain because of the excessive force. It is impossible to continue to brow.

"Yes, there are not many new disciples who can stick to this time."

Behind him, suddenly a faint voice came out.

Liu Ming was shocked and hurriedly turned around. It was the old-fashioned spiritual master.

At this point, he looked at Liu Ming’s eyes with a bit of approval.

"Seeing the uncle!"

Liu Ming did not dare to neglect and went to see the ceremony.

"Which pulse is your name," said the old farmer.

"Disciple Bai Congtian, under the nine baby door." Liu Ming honestly replied.

"Nine infants, that is under the door of the brother of the priest. You are a few spiritual veins, not a pro-disciple." The old farmer looked at him again and again, and asked again.

"The younger generation is the three spiritual veins, how could it be a pro-disciple." Liu Ming said respectfully.

"Three spirits, the qualifications are too low, some are a pity. Otherwise, with your heart and perseverance, the old man would like to ask you to come over and earn income." The old farmer said, sighed with a sigh.

"The disciple is embarrassed, I don't know if the teacher is uncle..." Liu Ming listened to his heart and couldn't help but ask.

"My surname is Su, you can call me a sorcerer. Just look at what you are now, and it is impossible to continue. I will pass you a set of forgings now, just hit it several times and you can put your arm. I got rid of the bruises."

"Thank you for your uncle Su Shi's love." Liu Ming listened, naturally happy.

"You don't have to thank anything. This forged body punch was originally a refining technique that can be practiced by the introductory disciple after one year. I only taught it to you in advance." Su Shishu said indifferently.

Then he moved and put on a quirky posture, and began to play a set of quirky boxing in a style, while still thinking of some kind of mouth.

Liu Ming did not know how many secret skills he had seen on the fierce island. He was naturally interested in this kind of cheat-like boxing. He immediately became a spirit and used his talents. He began to remember the old farmer’s trick. And the mouth of his mouth.

As a result, when the old farmer only played this boxing for the third time, Liu Ming was all in mind, and he also played it on the spot.

Su Shishu saw this, his face was even more regrettable, but he no longer said anything and turned away.

Liu Ming, who stayed in the place, was completely immersed in this forging punch. After playing seven or eight times in one breath, he felt that his body was hot and steaming, and his red and swollen arms really recovered.

Not only that, but he also feels that even the spirit is more vigorous than before.

Liu Ming was overjoyed, only to find that the "Shu Shishu" was no longer around. After a little thought, he picked up the ground and began to start the field.

Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw his head in the hand and stretched his waist and stood up again, the field under the foot of the foot had already been finished. Not only was the soil half-footed, but also a weed. Can't see it.

When Liu Ming was about to enter the forest to deliver the task to "Shu Shishu", there was a sound of the sky, and a group of gray clouds descended from the sky.

It was the old disciples who had been farming with him the previous two days.

The inner disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but it was difficult for everyone to hide a happy feeling.

Liu Ming’s heart was wondering. When he wanted to ask one or two in the past, the uncle Shu also flew out of the forest and flew directly to Lingtian.

I saw him holding a golden yellow bowl in one hand, but the big sleeves were constantly moving in one hand, and there were many golden yellow particles looming from the air, evenly distributed in every field.

When Liu Ming sees the cloud flying to his own field, he naturally shuns away.

After a while, the old peasant smashed the cloud, throwing the gold bowl into the sky at a high altitude, and then slammed it with a word in the mouth, and turned it into a size like a water tank in Jinguang.

Then the sound of the water in the water tank rang, and a white milk spring sprayed out from the middle, turning into a little rain and spilling on every field below, and it continued.

Although Liu Ming stood outside the field, he could still clearly sense the rich and powerful atmosphere in the field.

What is even more bizarre is that with the continuous flow of rain, a seedling of green oil and oil has been drilled in the field below, and it has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it has begun to bear full.

After an hour, after the air and rain suddenly stopped, the 100-acre heaven and earth turned into a golden yellow, which was filled with a huge pad of half a foot high.

"Old rules, each person can go to the field to pick ten spears, and then leave on their own." At this time from the air came the old farmer's faint command, then he drove the clouds to the forest and flew away.

The disciples who waited for a long time outside the field, after claiming to thank themselves, went straight into their fields and began to pick an ear of rice and cut it with various things.

And everyone is very honest, actually only collect ten rice ears in the field, no one dares to take more points.

"This brother, what is the use of these spiritual spikes, why are all the brothers so happy?" Liu Ming looked at it for a while, and couldn't help it anymore. He took a few steps and took one to finish the rice. Asked a young disciple of seventeen or eight years old.

"Hey, this is Lingmi. It’s good to go back and cook it. You can go back and taste it. Naturally, you know." The male disciple was somewhat intolerant, and after hurriedly said two words, he left the cloud. It is.

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