My cultivation script went astray

A skinny monkey next to him shouted, holding a shovel and trying to slap Chen Lang in the face.

Just in time, Lord Jin saw it and said, "Xiao Fei, this is your brother Lang, be polite."

Brother Lang?

When did I get another brother?

The thin monkey hesitated for a moment, but due to Jin Ye's high prestige, he had no choice but to stop and go back to mining angrily.

Chen Lang drained all but a trace of the spiritual power from the spiritual stone. After living for so many days, this was the first time he had seen such a poor grade.

"This is the lowest grade spiritual stone, it is of no use." Jin Ye reminded.

Chen Lang picked up another piece and looked at it, "These spiritual stones feel different from those seen outside."

They are very rough, covered with mud, and some are mixed with sand and rubble. They are only a little crystal clear. Apart from weak spiritual power fluctuations, they are not spiritual stones at all.

"Of course it's different. The spiritual stones used outside are all finished products."

Mr. Jin said, "These are raw spiritual stones. After someone goes out and collects them, they must use spirit gathering arrays and other methods to gather the spiritual power, refine the essence, and transform them into usable spiritual stones, which are the ones we usually see.

If you want to rely on these to draw spiritual power, one cart may not be worth three or five finished products, but if you dare to secretly use one cart, it will be too easy to be discovered, and you may be executed. "

He reminded in a low voice, but then regretted it. If Chen Lang was killed for stealing the spirit stone, then he would still be Lord Jin and not Xiao Jin.

Chen Lang suddenly realized that he was in a Lingshi mine and could still lose money like this one after another.

After briefly understanding the rules here, after Mr. Jin returned, a monk next to him asked, "Fellow Taoist Jin, why are you injured?"

Lord Jin watched Chen Lang walk into the mine and then whispered, "Have a fight with him."

"He is stronger than you? Could it be that he is an eighth-dan man?" The monk was surprised.

He is the overlord of another division and has similar strength to Jin Ye, but he has never seen that battle.

Lord Jin sighed, "His cultivation is weaker than mine, but he blew up his dantian and fought with me."

"Then he's not dead yet?"

"I don't know, he suddenly fully recovered after the fight. How can I fight?"

The monk's eyes flickered and he said with certainty, "He has precious medicine on him."

It can even restore the broken Dantian. What level of medicine is this?

"What? Precious medicine?"

Another monk next to him came after smelling the smell. He was also tall and thin, like a thin dog. He said expressionlessly: "Who can bring the precious medicine in here?"

Jin Ye didn't answer, he just sat and healed his wounds, but it was too difficult. This world was exhausted. Without spiritual stones, it would be impossible to heal his wounds.

"Brother Zhang, can you lend me two spiritual stones? They are for healing. I will pay them back next month." Jin Ye said.

Xigou said, "I've used up mine, and I still owe two others. How about we call the other two and ask that kid if he has any good stuff?"

"I want to recuperate." Mr. Jin refused and recuperated silently. He wanted to beat them up, but I didn't want to play anymore.

In the mine, Chen Lang used his magic to dig out more than ten cubic meters of earth and stone.

In just a few minutes, the mine was dug forward five or six meters, but in the end, only more than 20 stones of different sizes were picked up, with faint psychic fluctuations.

Wow.

He used a dustpan to pile the raw ore into the cart, leaving only a shallow layer.

But the mining slaves next door were alarmed. The rhythm of other people's mining was "clang, clang, clang, clang" one after another, but here there was a lot of clattering, and it was difficult not to attract attention.

"Fellow Taoist, don't work so hard. Take care of yourself."

The mining slave stood next to his mine cart and said, "It will make you sick from overwork. If you accidentally get injured, you won't be able to recover."

In fact, he mainly felt that if Chen Lang dug too fast, it would put pressure on him, and the supervisor might slap him if he didn't succeed.

Others dig slowly, but you do it so fast, you'll get a bag under your eyes.

"How long have you been digging?" Chen Lang asked.

"four years ago."

"Will this mine collapse?" Chen Lang pointed to the top of his head.

"possible."

"Then what if there's a landslide?"

"Dig in another direction."

Chen Lang thought again, "I mean, the entire mine collapsed and everyone was buried."

The mine slave glanced at him and thought that what this man said was really unlucky. What should he do? Find someone to dig again, their lives are worthless, and the mountain owner won't come over and cry.

So he went back to continue mining.

Chen Lang stopped and continued to think about this important issue.

“How can we dig the mine to collapse?”

He patted the surrounding earth and rocks and found it difficult. The mine was too large and extended in all directions. Even if it collapsed, they could dig it back quickly. After all, the monks' physical strength was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If you have studied geology, it might be of some use.

At this time, he suddenly heard screams and the crackling of whips in the main mine tunnel.

"You are digging so slowly and you are lazy, I will let you be lazy!"

When he walked out, he saw a supervisor wielding a long whip and whipping a mine slave in the back, cursing as he whipped:

"The front of your fucking car is turned upside down, do you know that?"

The man curled up on the ground and screamed, "Brother Ming, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Turn around now."

"Where did you go wrong? Weren't you very arrogant before?" The supervisor rolled up his sleeves. There were some whip wounds on them, which had healed and left scars. He was tall and thin, and he was also a skinny monkey.

But the person who was whipped was white, fat and looked well-fed.

The mine slave said: "I can fill up this car today, and I will deliver it to you later!"

But the supervisor continued to curse and slap him hard, "Then you should have done it, but you still don't admit your mistake, you have a strong bone?"

The slaves from several nearby mines came out and stood at the door, watching, turning a blind eye, and some were even very excited.

The supervisor didn't care about them watching, and beat them very hard, looking very happy.

Chen Lang waited for the slaves next door to come out to unload the goods, and then asked, "Isn't it time to deliver the goods after get off work?"

The slave next door whispered, "They are taking revenge. The previous one was the supervisor, and he was recently removed. This gentleman has worked hard and got the upper hand."

He explained in a low voice that the old supervisor liked to beat people in the past, and they, the slaves, suffered a lot, and now they feel relieved watching.

At the same time, he also looked envious. What ideals do the slaves have? It's nothing more than being like him, and you don't have to work after working hard, and you can whip anyone you are not happy with.

Chen Lang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he could be beaten even if the front of the car was reversed. This is not a strange talk of the rules.

"Go to work! What are you looking at?" The new supervisor was tired of beating, and shouted to everyone, and they went back to continue mining.

The beaten slave looked at the supervisor with resentment, got up and prepared to go back.

"And you, you're new here, right? The rules are the same, one truckload of goods every three days, what are you doing here if you don't work?" The new supervisor pointed at Chen Lang and asked.

Chen Lang thought for a moment, and then he stepped forward to stop the beaten miner, "Let me do it."

Under the surprised eyes of the miners, Chen Lang pulled most of the truckload of Lingshi ore to his own No. 214 mine, poured all the ore back into his truck with a bang, and then sent the empty truck back.

"You kid, you don't work hard, and you steal my ore." Chen Lang accused.

The miners were all stunned. Who is this? Even you dare to bully me?

"Hey, you kid stole this little bit of goods." The supervisor was happy, picked up the whip again, and continued to beat the miner.

"No, that's mine!" The miner shouted angrily, but the supervisor didn't listen and continued to beat him.

This made the other miners confused. Can you still play like this?

They looked at Chen Lang's half bucket of raw ore and couldn't help but envy him. The newcomer's brain was very useful, unlike the old hands like them, whose brains were thrown into the mine cart and pulled out.

With so much cargo, there was at least three or two days of breathing time.

Chen Lang was just about to go back, but suddenly he saw the miner crawling to the wall while being beaten, screaming, but his hand reached into a pile of rubble, revealing a snow-white bone.

The bone was very ordinary, but there was a drop of blood on it, which was dark black, and he was pressed on the pile of dirt. These small movements were not seen by the supervisor.

Chen Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. He just looked at the drop of blood, and felt his eyes stinging and trembling from the soul.

Suddenly, the miner stood up suddenly, and the wailing and pain disappeared, replaced by despair and madness.

"I'll fight you!"

The miner pulled out the bone and stabbed the supervisor with the end of the bone spur stained with the drop of blood. He actually had the seventh level of Qi Refining. Now he exploded and was unstoppable.

Fortunately, Chen Lang was prepared and had already secretly accumulated strength, because he thought he was coming to kill him.

But he still made a move, punching the miner on the knee, and the miner's body tilted, and the bone dagger was deflected.

The supervisor just reacted, screamed and dodged, and when he saw the bloody bones, his eyes were red.

"You dare to sneak attack me?"

He threw down the whip directly, punched the miner in the chest, knocked him to the ground with three punches and two kicks, broke his limbs, and hit him on the head until his brain burst.

The miner was still covering his face and screaming at first, and then slowly stopped screaming.

The noise alarmed the two supervisors outside, and the two came in and said coldly: "What's wrong?"

The supervisor said coldly, "He wanted to assassinate me and interfere with public affairs. I killed him, and they all saw it."

The miners nodded, indicating that it was true.

"I know, don't kill people casually. The deadline is coming soon, and there are not enough people." The two supervisors carried the miner's body away, and normal order was restored here.

"Thank you, little brother. What's your name?" The supervisor asked as he picked up the whip.

"Chen Lang."

The supervisor nodded, "Don't worry, we have an old grudge. I'm not a cruel person like him. I don't have too many requirements. Just work hard."

His voice was loud, and he was also telling others. After all, they all came from the bottom, and he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the past.

"Don't watch, go back to work. If we don't meet the performance requirements by the deadline, we will all be finished." The supervisor shouted loudly in the main mine tunnel.

...