Thunder Martial

The entire cave was filled with black light, which was pure black but very bright.

This is pure black, pure black light.

A piece of waste rock fell, and at the place where the waste rock fell, a palm-sized stone appeared. The pure black light comes from this stone.

Just by looking at it, Zi Chen knew that it was a valuable item. Its quality is much higher than the previous black iron.

Just when Zi Chen was about to step forward to observe with joy on his face, he heard the solemn voice of the old man: "Go and block the entrance of the cave!"

His voice was low and his expression was serious. Zi Chen, who has experienced a lot of things, is very clear about what this expression represents. When he wonders in his heart whether such things as killing people and seizing treasures happen in this world, he also rushes towards the entrance of the cave without stopping. He wants to block the hole in the shortest possible time.

The clanging sound that could often be heard during the extreme flyby suddenly stopped. A huge mine suddenly became dead silent, and no sound could be heard anymore.

Zi Chen whispered that it was not good, obviously the black light had already shone into the outside world, no matter how fast he was, it could not compare with the real light after all.

As he walked forward, he slowed down, and when he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw a strong man standing at the entrance of the cave carrying a pickaxe, with a pair of slightly burning eyes staring at the mine.

This strong man, Zi Chen, has seen him before, he lives in the same village as him, and lives in a stone house, so it can be seen that he lives a good life. His upper body was naked, and the muscles on his body protruded, looking strong and powerful.

Beside him, Zi Chen could still see two old men, their eyes were tired from the vicissitudes of life before, but now they are different, each of them is shining brightly.

Zichen, who had been reduced, stopped when he was five meters away from the entrance of the cave, and looked ahead vigilantly.

He believed that there must be other miners beside the three, out of his sight.

Under the reflection of the black light, Zi Chen, who was wearing a patched robe, looked distorted.

"Little baby, is there something good in here?" The strong man asked, compared to them who have lived here for too long, Zi Chen, who has just been here for just over two months, is indeed a little baby. Not worth mentioning at all.

Zi Chen stared at the other party, silent.

"Hehe, did you find Saint Wujing?" The brawny man asked again,

A gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.

Zi Chen still didn't respond, and the black light behind him became stronger.

"Are you dumb? Believe it or not, I tore you up?" Seeing that Zi Chen was silent, the strong man's face darkened, and a cold murderous intent appeared in his greedy eyes.

While speaking, the strong man stepped forward, obviously without any breath to suppress, but it made Zi Chen feel the pressure.

Just like a child meeting an adult with a gloomy face, it is inevitable that he will feel fear in his heart.

"Wulu, don't bully the child, come at me if you have the ability!" An old but indifferent voice sounded from behind Zichen. The old man was carrying a bamboo basket, holding two pickaxes in his right hand, and a pistol in his left hand. A spar that was bigger than an adult's palm came out.

The strong man named Wulu couldn't move his gaze away from the spar.

Immediately afterwards, several more heads appeared in Zi Chen's sight. After seeing the spar in the old man's hand, they all showed excitement on their faces, and greedy eyes flashed in their eyes.

The old man walked up to Zi Chen with a calm expression, handed the pickaxe that was smaller in size to Zi Chen, and said: "Little guy, remember that no matter when, you can't throw away the guy in your hand. This is The basis of our existence!"

Zi Chen nodded, and solemnly took the pickaxe, not too nervous, and became more and more stable. Even amidst this stability, there was also a little excitement, which was the excitement in his heart about the impending battle that might erupt.

Stepping forward, the old man's not-so-tall figure completely blocked Zi Chen's face. He turned his back to Zi Chen, looked at those people and said, "Don't embarrass a child!"

"Old man, it's easy to talk nonsense, according to the rules, you have a share!" The strong man pointed at the old man with the pickaxe in his hand.

"That's right, old man, whoever sees it has a share!" Beside him, an old man said.

"In these years, it's rare for you to have such a big harvest, and it's only natural to share with us." Another person said.

Looking at the three people who opened their mouths, the old man shook his head and said: "The person who sees has a share, when did this rule? Ulu, if I remember correctly, you dug up a piece of holy black crystal back then, and exchanged it for I bought a stone house, can you give us a share?"

"And the two of you, Parry and Della, you seem to have dug out Saint Wujing from here to now, but you don't seem to have seen you share it with everyone?"

"That's different. The Saint Wujing I dug last time is only as thick as a finger, and it's not enough to distribute."

Ulu said, and the two beside him nodded.

The old man named Della said: "Old man, everyone has been mining here in peace all these years. If you only get a little bit of holy black crystal, then we won't say anything, but the holy crow you got today The Wujing is too big. Such a large piece, its value is really immeasurable, do you have the nerve to take it for yourself?"

"Everyone has been mining together these years. You know who I am. I never care about these things. It's fine normally, but today this is absolutely not. This is the little guy's, and it can only be his. He must Get out of here!" The old man looked at these people and said.

"What, give it to him? Old man, are you crazy?" Na Wulu was startled, looking at Zichen in disbelief.

"He is still young, and his future achievements are limitless. He can't stay here forever like us!" the old man said seriously.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to be so great? No wonder you've been here for so many years and haven't made any further progress. It seems that there are not many people left at the same time as you?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Wulu's face, "Since you are so great, then take care of me. Speaking of which, you should be very clear about my potential, which is much better than this little doll. You gave Saint Wujing He will only let him die quickly, and if you give it to me, I can still remember your kindness."

Seeing the old man's indifferent expression, Wulu smiled coldly, and said, "Old man, if you really can't make up your mind, then I will help you. As long as you kill this little baby, you should be able to take out this Holy Wujing decisively." Alright."

The old man looked at Ulu and said nothing, then turned to look at the others and said, "What about you, do you all mean this?"

Several other people were very uncomfortable being looked at by the old man, but when they saw the huge piece of holy black crystal in the old man's hand, their expressions were straightened, and one of the old men said: "Old man, rich people, you The behavior is really too selfish. Today, you must contribute Saint Wujing, and then everyone will share it equally."

The old man looked at these people and nodded, and the faces of these people immediately showed joy. They thought the old man agreed.

Unexpectedly, the old man turned around, put down the bamboo basket, and at the same time handed the holy black crystal in his hand to Zi Chen, and said: "I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for many years, and I can just move around today. The mining skill I created back then, old man, is also It's a little rusty, and I just practiced today."

Zichen took Sheng Wujing with both hands, it was very heavy, heavier than he expected, besides his own weight, the old man's protective heart was even more important.

He didn't know the other party's name, but the other party was able to protect him like this.

Is it because he is the defiant of the star of life?

But this old man has been separated from the Star of Life for a long time, not to mention the Star of Life, I am afraid that the Zhanwu family has forgotten this person, right?

Along the way, he has seen all kinds of shamelessness and reasons for killing and seizing treasures, so he didn't show too much anger towards these shameless people. Because of such people, he killed too many, and he didn't care about killing more.

What he cared about was the attitude of the old man, and the old man's protective heart towards him.

Not wanting to dispel the old man's will to protect, Zi Chen nodded and said, "Okay! I'll be a spectator today!"

The old man turned around and walked out of the mine holding the pickaxe.

The moment he walked out, there were two pickaxes piercing from the side, very fast.

These are two people who have been hiding on both sides of the mine.

The old man blocked the pickaxe in his hand, and with the sound of clanging, he blocked the falling pickaxe.

Immediately afterwards, the old man flew up with two feet and kicked the two of them out.

"go to hell!"

In front of that, a cold light flashed in Wulu's eyes, and the pickaxe in his hand drew an arc, and slashed at the old man.

The old man bent down, dodged the blow, and smashed the pickaxe on Wulu's body, causing the opponent's figure to fall backwards.

After that, the old man spun around and punched, and the pickaxe drew a circle, blocking all the attacks around him.

Zi Chen watched the battle quietly, the old man's grasp of power was in place, and his shots were also very clever, the heavy pickaxe felt as if it was light in his hands.

The nearby miners also had a strong grasp of strength, but during the confrontation, they couldn't get close to the old man's body, and were beaten away one by one, and some were coughing up blood.

The pickaxe in the old man's hand danced like a breeze, making the people around him very embarrassed.

But these people's physical defenses are very strong. After being knocked down, they will still stand up again. There are almost no injuries on their bodies. After shaking their heads, they will be alive again.

Looking at the old man again, in a battle with dozens of people, his physical strength is rapidly depleted, his shots are gradually no longer sharp, from attack to defense, and then to clever dodge with strength.

But for the time being, he has not been defeated.

Zi Chen put the bamboo basket on the ground, put Sheng Wujing into the bamboo basket, leaned the pickaxe against the bamboo basket, and put his right hand on his back.

He untied the long cloth strips on his back and put them on the ground, then untied the cloth strips layer by layer, and a long knife with a black scabbard emerged from the cloth strips.