Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

Daxuan Dynasty, Black Rock Mountains, Chiyan Sect.

Ding, ding, ding.

In the dark and cold mine, the pickaxe hit the bulge of the mine, and a piece of ore fell.

Han Yi picked up the raw ore of "fire crystal stone" and put it into the backpack beside him.

Fire crystal stone, a kind of ore that can increase the intensity of flames, can increase the success rate of forging weapons.

"Huh, I'm lucky today. The task is completed ahead of schedule. Now the fire crystal stone outside the mine is getting harder and harder to find."

Han Yi wiped the sweat off his face, picked up the backpack, and thought as he walked, "If this goes on, I'm afraid I can only go deep into the mine."

Outside the mine, the sun was high, and Han Yi walked on the rugged path, thinking in his heart, the system, and a panel appeared in his mind.

[Name]: Han Yi (16/60)

[Level]: Early stage of skin refining (25/100)

[Martial arts]: Collapse Mountain Fist (Ordinary level, entry level 5/10)

[Elemental force]: 0

Han Yi has been in this world for more than half a year.

When he was on Blue Star, he was smug about winning the legendary golden demon refining pot for krypton gold, and then he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found that he had become a refugee with the same name and surname as himself, who fled because the city was broken.

Thinking of the life of wandering and starvation half a year ago, Han Yi couldn't help but sigh.

Although Han Yi found the panel in his mind as soon as he came to this world, no matter how hard he tried, the information on the panel did not change at all.

More than a month ago, the refugee tide brought Han Yi to Anyan County, just when the Chiyan Sect was recruiting outer disciples.

Han Yi's previous life was quite impressive, and he could read a few characters, so he was noticed by the Chiyan Sect's manager and became a so-called "outer disciple". Things took a turn for the better.

It was true that Han Yi and his group were outer disciples, but they were the worst treated mining disciples among the outer disciples!

Their tasks were also the most tiring and dirty mining tasks. Although they were called disciples, they were no different from menial workers. Even so, Han Yi and his group of refugees who had no food to eat were fighting for them.

After all, as long as they could complete the daily mining tasks, they would have a day's food. Most importantly, as mining disciples, they could practice martial arts!

The Collapse Mountain Fist was a low-level martial art issued by the Chiyan Sect to facilitate mining for mining disciples.

Although the Collapse Mountain Fist had a domineering name, insiders knew that this martial art was just a horizontal training martial art, and its effect was only a simple function of replenishing qi and blood and increasing strength.

But after Han Yi got started with the Collapsing Mountain Fist, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the panel had changed. Not only did his realm become the early stage of skin refining, but most importantly, the original lifespan on the panel was 45 years, but now it has become 60 years, a full 15 years longer!

Improving realm can increase lifespan. Practicing martial arts can not only improve realm, but also allow oneself to have the power to protect oneself in this era of frequent wars and demons. Han Yi couldn't help but have an idea, "I must stay alive, stay alive and develop, and I will always grow up!"

When Han Yi was immersed in thousands of thoughts, a slightly dull voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother Yi."

Han Yi looked sideways, only to see Wang Shan, who was limping with a sad look, walking towards him.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Han Yi was a little surprised. Wang Shan's leg was bandaged with a few pieces of rags, and a little blood was seeping out.

The area near the mine had long been cleaned up by the Fire Alliance Sect. Not to mention ferocious beasts, even ordinary snakes and insects were rare.

What's more, Wang Shan is about the same age as himself, and he started mining with him. He is experienced, so how could he get injured suddenly?

"Don't mention it." Wang Shan sighed.

It turned out that the mine Wang Shan entered today had been dug out by other mining disciples. Wang Shan had no choice but to enter the depths of the mine, but he accidentally fell into the mine pit and injured his legs and feet.

"I am lucky. Although I can't complete the task today, I will be hungry at most. I heard," Wang Shan lowered his voice at this time, "someone in other mining camps encountered demons in the depths of the mine and lost his life! Brother Yi, I say that the depths of the mine are really not to be visited."

Han Yi nodded silently.

There are three mining camps near the fire crystal vein, each camp is responsible for a different area, and the camp where Han Yi is located is responsible for the south-facing mine.

The two chatted and returned to the camp.

Although the mining camp is not big, it has everything. In the middle is the registration office, where disciples usually hand in their tasks and receive meal tickets.

To the right of the registration office is the training ground and the dining hall, and on the other side are several rows of simple wooden houses, which are also the resting places for the disciples.

Han Yi and Wang Shan came to the registration office and handed over the backpacks to the registered disciples.

"Wang Shan, 40 crystals, unqualified, meal tickets halved, Han Yi, qualified."

After hearing this, Wang Shan's already dull face added a bit of sadness.

After receiving the meal tickets, the two left the registration office in silence. Wang Shan bowed to Han Yi and walked towards the house.

Han Yi saw Wang Shan's limping figure and was silent.

Now that fire crystals are increasingly difficult to find outside the mine, coupled with a leg injury, Wang Shan's future life will probably be even more difficult, and if he fails to complete the mining task for three consecutive days, he will be expelled from the Chiyan Sect!

He wanted to help Wang Shan, but he himself was a clay Buddha crossing the river and could not save himself.

But Han Yi had no intention of blaming the Chiyan Sect. After all, in this chaotic world, the Chiyan Sect was merciful enough to provide the refugees with food and even teach them martial arts.

What's more, if he succeeds in his training and becomes a warrior in the Bone Refining Stage or Blood Refining Stage, the current situation will naturally be solved!

Thinking of this, Han Yi's pace towards the training ground quickened a bit.

Training Ground

There were several dilapidated wooden stakes in the center of the field, and several groups of stone pillars were placed around them. Two or three disciples were practicing the Collapsing Mountain Palm on the wooden stakes.

As the name suggests, the Collapsing Mountain Fist, when practiced to a high level, is no problem for breaking mountains and breaking rocks. The first step of practice is to increase the toughness of the skin and flesh around the palms and arms by hitting the wooden stakes.

Bang, bang!

Han Yi rubbed his red and swollen arms and breathed a sigh of relief. This time he was able to hit the wooden stakes more than 1,000 times, which was a quarter of an hour longer than before, which was considered an improvement.

[Name]: Han Yi (16/60)

[Level]: Early Skin Refining (30/100)

[Martial Arts]: Collapse Mountain Fist (Ordinary Level, Entry Level 6/10)

[Elementary Force]: 0

The instructor who taught them Collapse Mountain Fist said that if one hits a wooden stake 2,000 times with full strength and the skin and flesh remain intact, it is considered a minor success in Collapse Mountain Fist, and if one hits and breaks a wooden stake with a diameter of more than 10 inches, it means that Collapse Mountain Fist has achieved great success.

But now Han Yi can only hit the wooden stake more than 1,000 times with all his strength. Han Yi has tried to hold on for a while, but his arms will be sore and weak the next day, and he almost can't even complete the mining task.

"This Han Yi, why is he working so hard? Mining disciples should just mine well!"

"He is not working hard, he is stupid, and he is not an inner disciple. He can't break through the minor success of Collapse Mountain Fist even if he practices it to death..."

The wind was rumbling, and some gossips were faintly heard.

There are hundreds of flowers and thousands of people.

Where there are many people, there are naturally rivers and lakes!

In the mining camp where Han Yi is, there are people who do nothing, and there are people who work hard to practice like Han Yi, and of course there are people who "lie down"!

Han Yi does not look down on "lying down". If there is a chance, he does not want to practice hard. He also wants to "lie down", but the premise is that at least he has his own self-protection power in this chaotic world of martial arts!

Perhaps Han Yi's hard work in practice stimulated this group of people. A sturdy man suddenly stood up and blocked Han Yi in front of him.