Thunder Martial

The previously inconspicuous little guy suddenly turned into a demon with its fangs sticking out. The other miners were terrified and retreated subconsciously. one

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Being able to change their fate, that holy black crystal is certainly precious, but no matter how precious it is, it is not as precious as life.

They have been trapped here for so many years, living like mortals at the lowest level, how different is this from the life of the high-ranking saint king back then?

But they still chose to live in this way, and did not choose to give up, which shows that in their hearts, life is above everything else.

Looking at Zi Chen in front, they began to retreat, but they retreated very regularly, still wary of the black snake that might appear in the dark.

Zichen didn't stop these people, they are all strong in the outside world, even in this world, they are all the bottom people, but they still have a strong physical body, if it wasn't for him relying on the sharpness of the broken knife, let alone today To turn the danger into safety, I am afraid that he and the old man will both fall here.

Everyone retreated, seeing that Zi Chen didn't go forward to pursue, but they didn't continue to enter the mine to mine. I don't know if they were overly frightened, but they turned around one by one and left the mine.

The old man stepped forward, looking a bit embarrassed, but the smile on his face was like a chrysanthemum blooming. When he came in front of Zi Chen, he nodded vigorously and said: "Not bad, really good!"

"I almost broke here just now, but you seem to be very happy now." Zi Chen re-entered the mine, and continued to wrap the broken knife with cloth strips.

The old man followed into the mine. It was rare for him to consciously carry the bamboo poles on his back. He said with an undisguised smile, "Of course I am happy. Today we have gained a lot. Besides, I want to tell you some good news. We are moving house." gone."

"Moving?" Zi Chen was startled when he heard that.

The old man pointed to the dead Wulu, and said with a smile: "Among these people, Wulu is quite famous. When he got a piece of holy black crystal, although it was not big as he said, those people tried to snatch it. But it has nothing to do with the size. Back then, he used that piece of holy black crystal to replace such a stone house, which made my old man envious for a long time. Now that you kill him, his belongings will naturally belong to us, so we can move. .”

"Is there no one here?" Zi Chen asked suspiciously.

"Who will take care of the people at the bottom? Here, whoever has the biggest fist is the reason. Whoever has the most money is the reason. Let's go, today's harvest is not small, let's move!" The old man put the bamboo basket on his back, looking Very proud.

"That broken house,

There is nothing in it, what else is there to move? "Zi Chen muttered.

"It makes sense. Ulu's residence must have everything, so we won't move, and go directly to Ulu's house."

When I went down the mountain, I never encountered other things again.

On the contrary, after arriving at the village, Zi Chen found that there were quite a few villagers who were rarely seen during the day, and their eyes were all on the bamboo basket behind the old man.

Bamboo baskets are also made of special materials, which weigh beyond imagination and are very tough.

"It seems that the news has spread." Zi Chen, who walked into the village, became stern.

"You didn't kill everyone, so it's certain that the news leaked out. But these people are not stupid, they can't do things like sending death for nothing."

The old man seemed very calm. Although he didn't greet other people when he passed by, his expression was very relaxed. And the place he went was not his own residence, but one of the few stone houses in this village.

During this period, Zi Chen saw Jiatu Huangtu and nodded towards him. The latter obviously didn't understand the situation here, but he could sense the hostility of these people, so he looked at Zi Chen with a touch of worry.

"Hey, blacksmith, old man, I have moved. I have time to drink at my house." The old man said to the blacksmith next to Jiatu Huangtu. He is the only blacksmith in the village. Exchanged from the blacksmith.

"Moving, where are you moving to? There shouldn't be any houses built here recently, right?" The blacksmith said wrinkledly. Although he had a deal with the old man, the two of them didn't know each other well, and the other party shouldn't have greeted him like this.

In this world, people are mostly strangers.

"Ulu gave me the stone house, and I will move there to live." The old man smiled triumphantly.

But hearing the old man's words, the expressions of the other people around changed, and there was a touch of fear in the eyes of the old man.

Obviously, Ulu was able to hand over the most valuable house to the old man, which also meant that Ulu was dead.

"Your broken house really needs to be replaced, or else the wind will be stronger at night, and you will be swept away." The blacksmith replied, then turned and walked towards the residence.

"What are you doing there in a daze, why don't you come in and strike iron?"

Jiatu Huangtu was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically at Zichen, turned around and entered the room, soon there was the sound of banging on iron objects.

The other villagers around watched the two leave with their expressions constantly changing.

They heard the news earlier that the old man had obtained a large piece of Saint Wujing, which was very valuable. Although they didn't see it with their own eyes, when they saw the bamboo basket, they were already sure that the news was true.

Moreover, Ulu is dead, which further proves that the news is true. But because of Ulu's death, they were afraid and did not dare to make mistakes.

No one cares here, and naturally there are no rules, but everyone cherishes their lives. They don't know how Ulu died, and they naturally don't know the old man in their hearts, so they can only watch quietly.

In the blacksmith's shop, Jiatu Huangtu, who had successfully advanced from the ignition boy to the apprentice, asked while selecting high-quality black iron, "Old Ancestor, is that news true?"

"Hope is false. If it's really a piece of Saint Wujing with the size of a human head, then the two of them won't live until tomorrow." The blacksmith said with a sneer.

"How is this possible? Just now those people were frightened when they heard the news of Wulu's killing." Jiatu Huangtu put down the black iron in his hand and looked at the blacksmith and asked in puzzlement.

"There are several villages within a radius of several tens of miles. The death of one Ulu can frighten the people in this village, but not the others." The blacksmith shook his head and said, "A piece of Holy Wulu can scare the people in this village." Even I was tempted, let alone others."

"Then what should we do?" Wulu was stunned and asked with some concern.

"What should we do? This is their business, and has nothing to do with us. In other words, if we don't snatch it, it's enough to give the old man face." The blacksmith snorted and said: "Although everyone is trapped here and can't get out , but there are still factions in his heart, it is no secret that the old man is from the Star of Life, and he has gotten such a big harvest this time, he can only blame his bad luck."

Seeing Jiatu Huangtu's changing expression, the blacksmith warned: "Boy, let me tell you, don't meddle in other people's business. This kind of thing is not something we can participate in. Maybe everyone in Jiatu will fall into it."

"Zi Chen came with us this time, so he should be regarded as a member of Jiatu. If something like this happens, should we just stand by and watch?" Jiatu Huangtu said.

"It's true that they came together, but he's not from Jiatu! Remember, it's none of your business. Your task is to master everything here quickly, and then go to the small town to make a living."

After finishing speaking, the sound of knocking and knocking sounded again in the blacksmith's shop. It seemed that the blacksmith had made up his mind that even if the sky fell outside, it was none of his business.

When I came to the stone house in Wulu, it really had everything that one could expect. Although it was not high-end, it was much better than the old man's previous residence.

The old man was very satisfied with this, and Zi Chen, who was sitting on the side, suddenly felt a move in his heart, and said, "No, my black irons are still hidden in the bottom of the room, will they be stolen?"

"It's very secret there, no one should steal it, right?" the old man thought for a while and said.

"But what if someone steals it? It's something that has been accumulated for a long time." Zi Chen worried.

"Well, it makes sense. We don't need to go to that crappy house anymore, we should bring the things." The old man nodded and said.

Zi Chen was about to get up as a gesture, most of the things there were his harvest during this period of time, so naturally he couldn't throw them away.

"Let me go, there are a lot of things, and it's hard for you to take them alone."

While speaking, the old man put the vacated bamboo basket on his back again, and walked straight to the outside of the stone house.

Zi Chen didn't refuse, and watched the old man leave, so he sat on a stone bench, took out the scabbard from behind, and took advantage of the opportunity to grab a dead green snake.

This green snake was killed when he went down the mountain. Zi Chen, who has been killed for a long time, knows exactly how much effect a good thing can cause. Some people will stop because of reason, but some people will stop because of greed.

Carefully applying the toxin on the broken knife, Zi Chen was thinking about the previous battle in his mind.

Being able to easily kill the three holy kings was not because of his strong combat power, but because the broken knife was sharp enough.

The environment here restricts the fighting power of the Holy King. Without sharp weapons, it is difficult for them to kill each other.

But with sharp weapons, the defense can be easily broken. The only support of the Holy King lost its effect, and he would die naturally.

Of course, the Green Snake's toxin was also responsible for ending the battle so quickly.

Even a holy king can be poisoned to death. It seems that this green snake, known as a divine snake, is indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, they are only very poisonous and lack in other aspects, so they are easy to deal with.

Just after applying all the toxins in the green snake's body to the blade, Zi Chen heard a noisy sound from the outside world.

He looked up suspiciously, ready to go out and investigate.

The door suddenly opened, and the old man appeared with a panicked face. He closed the door behind his back and said, "Don't go out, those damned guys are here, we're afraid this time is in danger."