Chapter 45 Safe
Space Spiritual Treasure.
Chu Zheng perked up, took the piece of residual jade into his palm, and gently wiped away the dust on it.
This piece of residual jade was about the thickness of a little finger. It was green in color and had complex lines carved on it. Chu Zheng observed it carefully for a long time and came to a conclusion.
This Ning Kong Bracelet... is an anklet.
Based on his years of experience, he would never be wrong. Men generally cannot wear spiritual treasures like anklets. The owner of this Ning Kong bracelet was most likely a woman during his lifetime.
Of course, this is obviously a useless conclusion.
Chu Zheng sighed softly and began to explore around the battlefield again. The sixth-level space spirit treasure hidden in it is undoubtedly a shocking treasure. If he can find all four fragments, he will dig out this time. Mine is a worthwhile trip.
After groping for most of the day, Chu Zheng finally made some gains. He once again found a fragment of the Ning Kong Bracelet in the middle of the skull of a corpse.
Obviously, after the anklet broke, the woman became furious and threw out all the fragments, one of which shattered the man's head.
This person is an immortal monk and also belongs to the Red Crow Army. This woman is obviously a different species from the opposite side, not a human being.
This fragment reduced the number of times needed to repair the Ning Kong Bracelet from six thousand to four thousand, and the effect was immediate.
After rummaging for a long time, Chu Zheng found nothing. The scope of this battlefield was too vast, and it would take a lot of time to rummage through them all.
Seeing that the time was almost up, even if he was a little reluctant to leave, Chu Zheng had to leave first to avoid arousing suspicion.
On the way back, he dug up a hundred kilograms of raw ore of Diyin Stone and walked slowly towards the entrance of the mine.
He stayed inside for too long, and most of the martial arts masters had already left the mine, leaving only a few people.
"Chu Zheng, wait."
While still some distance away from the mine entrance, several people stopped Chu Zheng.
Chu Zheng took a few glances and recognized the origins of these people. They were in the same group as him. One of them was the leader. When recruiting handymen, he lifted a large cauldron of ten thousand catties. It's called Monsoon.
When this person lifted the cauldron, his face did not turn red or he was out of breath. He was able to do it with ease. It was obvious that in addition to his internal strength, he also practiced a high-level external strength. His strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, even stronger than the illusion. Most of the disciples of the Ling Sect are in the Yangli Realm.
"What's the matter?" Chu Zheng frowned slightly, sensing a hint of trouble.
“How many mines have you dug today?”
One person walked directly to Chu Zheng and looked at Lou Kuang, who was carrying him behind him.
"Exactly one hundred catties."
"Bringing out forty catties is a help to Brother Ji. I will get the reward at the end of the month and give you a spiritual stone."
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"It's not just you, everyone has to pay. The more you pay, the more you will get back."
While speaking, another person came closer and squeezed Chu Zheng in the middle. The threat was self-evident. .
Hearing these words, Chu Zheng immediately realized that this was Ji Feng's method to fight for the twenty low-grade spiritual stones.
One person mining is definitely not as good as dozens of people mining together. In order to compete for this reward, everyone must work together to compete.
It's only forty kilograms of Diyin ore. If Chu Zheng's strength is really only seven or eight thousand kilograms, then these forty kilograms of raw ore will take him almost half a day's effort.
If you mine less than a hundred kilograms per day, the resources you can get at the end of the month will definitely be greatly reduced. This is not something that a piece of spiritual stone can make up for.
These spiritual coin resources are nothing to Chu Zheng, but there must be some truth in everything. It is not easy for him. These dozens of kilograms of Diyin Mine can provide it.
This is something that belongs to him.
Today I want forty and tomorrow I want fifty. Will he give it to me then or not? What about the day after tomorrow?
Taking a step back will only push you further. Chu Zheng remained silent.
Ji Feng stood aside and watched without speaking to Chu Zheng. His expression reminded Chu Zheng of Qin Feng when he first met.
The way Qin Feng looked at him at that time was the same as Ji Feng at this time, indifferent, without any emotion, and cold, not like he was looking at the same kind of people.
Qin Feng looked at him like this. Chu Zheng could understand it, but how could Ji Feng have the confidence? At least, we are all mortal.
Chu Zheng pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I found a vein today and collected two hundred kilograms. There is still a hundred kilograms left in the mine. You can come and get it with me."< br>
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the mine.
Exhibiting veins are ores directly exposed on the surface and can be easily mined with some effort.
Hearing this, Ji Feng on the side also changed his expression and followed Chu Zheng inside.
Just after turning the corner, Ji Feng only felt a cold wind hitting his face. The next moment, the joints of his limbs and the major points all over his body were blocked, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Several people beside him did the same thing, falling to the ground in confusion.
"Chu Zheng!"
Ji Feng's eyes suddenly condensed, and he reacted very quickly, and immediately began to comfort Chu Zheng: "Don't be impulsive, everything is easy to discuss."
"Indeed."< br>
Chu Zheng nodded slightly and sat down on the ground: "Then let's discuss it."
"You are stronger than me and can fight, but in Phantom City, just being able to fight is useless. , if you can fight again, can you defeat the Lingquan monk?"
Ji Feng's limbs were weak and he lay limp on the ground, but his expression remained calm: "In the Phantom City, you rely on your power. If you let me go now, I can pretend that nothing happened."
"Brother Ji's ancestors "Master, I am the elder of the outer sect of the Phantom Spirit Sect, you can decide for yourself." Someone on the side shouted harshly, but he was lying on the ground, looking a little sullen.
“It turns out there are roots.”
Chu Zheng looked suddenly confused and took out a notebook from his arms: “What is his name?”
“Ji Fanglong!”
Chu Zheng took notes.
“What are you writing?” Ji Feng raised his head, trying to see what Zheng was doing.
Hearing this, Chu Zheng turned over the book and put it on his face:
"Do you know him? Simplified Chinese. It doesn't matter if you don't know him. You may have a chance to know him in the next life."
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There is a high probability that there is no one in this world who can recognize what he wrote in this diary.
In this world, the characters of each country are more or less different, but they are basically the same.
According to common sense, this should not be the case, but after thinking about it, Chu Zheng believed that the root cause is that these countries are all dominated by the Immortal Sect, so they have something in common.
After all, immortal sects need to communicate. With communication, there will naturally be common words.
"According to your words, I can't afford to offend you."
Chu Zheng put away the diary and fell into deep thought for a while, frowning slightly, and after a while he sighed softly: "In this case, there is no other way but to ask you to keep your lives."
"When I have time later, I will send your grandfather to see you."
Chu Zheng raised his hand to gather a ball of miasma, and said slowly:
"Come, take a deep breath."
(End of this chapter)