He Lian Zong Houshan, several disciples in long robes and white clothes waved their silver picks and smashed at the purple crystal again and again. However, the purple crystal ore seemed to be very strong, and the disciples smashed dozens of times before hitting a small piece of palm size.

"Oh, no, I'm too tired. Let me have a rest."

A disciple said, throwing his pick aside, and then directly sat down on the ground.

A disciple nearby stopped his pick and looked at the other disciples.

"Well, you guys have a rest."

The disciples listened, looked at each other, and then put down the pick and came over.

"Elder martial brother Gu Yun, do you think the patriarch is crazy? Let's each dig 100 Jin of ore. since we'll give us some broken picks to dig, if we go on digging like this, we'll have to dig until the year of monkey."

A disciple came forward and couldn't help complaining.

After hearing this, the disciple named Gu Yun was also silent, unable to say a word.

Although they have been punished, they also come to the mountain to dig for ore, but in those days, zongmen gave them some more advanced mining equipment, drill bits, excavators and so on. The mining efficiency is much faster than now. One person can dig 20 jin of ore a day.

But now, with this broken pick, everyone may not be able to dig 10 jin of ore in a day.

Gu Yun shook his head and looked to one side, but found that Lin Jiao was still standing there with a pickaxe digging the ore.

"Xiaojiao."

Gu Yun shouts.

Lin Jiao was stunned and turned her head.

"Take a break. Don't do it. You can't finish this job for a while."

Lin Jiao looked at the pick in her hand, thought for a while, nodded, and finally put down the pick to go to their side, gently sat down.

"Younger martial sister, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

Gu Yun looks at Lin Jiao who is full of sweat and looks guilty on her face.

"It's OK, elder martial brother. I think the patriarch only gave us pickaxes instead of other mining equipment. I just want to let us have a long memory. We should send someone to let us out soon."

Lin Jiao said with a faint smile on her face.

But her words just finished, another disciple is a little discontented to say.

"Long memory? The people of tianxingmen let us have a long memory

The crowd looked at the disciple who was talking. Gu Yun looked at him and frowned.

But he did not show any restraint.

"Am I not right?"

The disciple said in a cold voice, and his tone was full of malice towards tianxingmen.

Several other disciples were silent, including Gu Yun, who lowered their heads and pondered.

"But I think it's called Ye Ziheng. It seems that he has a good temper."

Lin Jiao defended ye Ziheng.

But the disciple sneered at him.

"These tianxingmen disciples look bright and bright outside, but in fact they are dirtier than anyone else. Now they are talking to you and laughing because they are afraid that there are many people outside. But if they meet him alone, they will not be polite to you."

Speaking of this, the disciple paused and then said.

"Lin Jiao, I advise you to stay away from him, or your kindness will hurt you in the end. Who knows if this son of a bitch will have a bad idea for you and take advantage of you alone..."

"Muyan, you are enough!"

Gu Yun suddenly called out and interrupted his words. The sight of Mu Yan just glanced at Gu Yun, but he didn't say anything.

Then there was a silence.

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