Demon’s Diary

“砰”, the spark on the ground splashed.

Liu Ming only felt that the hot hands were hot. Under the rebound of a huge force, the silver eagle almost broke out.

Heaven and earth even as hard as iron, silver enamel can not be into the soil fraction.

Liu Ming sneaked, hurriedly leaned over and looked at the ground carefully, only to find that this place is different from ordinary farmland, and the dirt inside is actually purple.

And those weed roots are deep underground, gathering all the soil together, as if they are round and round.

His brow finger poked purple red soil, only abnormally ice-cold and hard.

“Kid, don’t study it. This is not ordinary soil, but the “Resting Dirt” that specializes in planting Spirit Rice. The general method can’t be shaken at all.” A naked man with a naked body and a muscular body, seeing it from afar. After Liu Ming’s move, he immediately said with a smile.

“Resting Dirt ”

Liu Ming naturally heard of this name for the first time and immediately got up and looked at other busy Inner Disciple.

I saw a few pieces of debris in the nearby area, although they are also screaming at each and every one, but each and every one is silent and can only pick up a thin layer of earth about 1 inch deep.

And the silver gimmicks in their hands, each and every one exudes a faint white light, obviously not just a simple thing.

“This thing turned out to be a Talisman Tool.”

Liu Ming took his eyes back and re-appeared in his own hands, only to find some shallow spirit marks on the surface of the skull. The face could not help but reveal a faint color.

“Since it is the Talisman Tool, it is only necessary to inject the original force first.” Liu Ming thought of a turn, immediately the body of the original force move, through two hands to the silver cricket into the wild.

But after a while , his complexion changed.

No matter how many origin forces he injects, the hoe is still not changing, as if the previous injection is all useless.

Liu Ming’s eyebrows wrinkled, and after thinking about it, he replaced it with the newly transformed magical power and slowly entered it into his hand.

For a moment, the silver mark surface shines brightly, and one layer of soft white light emerges.

Sure enough!

No wonder there is only Inner Disciple here. I haven’t seen any Outer Sect Disciple. If you want to shake this Resting Dirt, you have to use magical power.

After Liu Ming figured out the matter, he didn’t think much about it. Two hands round, the silver skull fell again.

“噗”.

The silver carp fell to the ground, and there was still a muffled sound, but finally a thin layer of purple soil and some wild grasses.

Liu Ming, after a sigh of relief, began to suffocate and mad…

Big half a day later, Liu Ming sitting in the field quietly cultivate, after a while, slowly opened his eyes, but after sweeping the field that had just passed through, can not help but laughed.

This Resting Dirt is really hard to farm. Previously, the magical power was consumed several times, and even the body’s arms began to sore.

It made him a little speechless. In the purple-red soil that had just passed through one layer, some weeds came out from the ground. Although it was still very short, but wanted to come back to the second dirt, Resistance is still not going to go anywhere.

As for the other fields in the other side, there are several 20-year-olds, the magical power of the deep Inner Disciple, the already easy to complete the Putian, into the jungle to the task of the old man, and then vacated the cloud and left.

As for the other 17-year-old disciples, they also smashed their fields a few inches deep, and it seems that they can complete the task at half a day.

Liu Ming can only smile when he sees it all.

He can’t compare with these old disciplines, because his magical power is shallow, and he will be half-foot-deep in three days, but it is just enough to use more than that, and there is still more time to rest.

But what makes him even more depressed is that the new discipline here seems to be his one more than more.

But think about it is normal.

This time, Opening Spirit Ceremony became a total of dozens of nothing more than Spirit Apostle. The task time of each Sect task may also be different.

It’s not a simple matter to want to get together.

After thinking for a while, Liu Ming regained his teeth and walked to the edge of the field. After the flash of white light, he fell down into the field again.

……

The next morning, the other fields were ready to be cultivated by the old discipline, and the Inner Disciple stayed here, and only Liu Ming was only more than one.

But by noon, Liu Ming stood at the center of the field and looked at the two red arms that were swollen like carrots.

At this moment, the two arms were too hard, and the intact body became acupuncture-like pain, and it was impossible to continue to brow.

“Yes, there is not much existing in the new entry discipline until this time.”

At his behind, a faint voice came from theudly.

Liu Ming was shocked and hurriedly turned around. It was the old farmer’s Spirit Master.

At this point, he looked at Liu Ming’s eyes with a bit of approval.

“See Martial Uncle!”

Liu Ming did not dare to neglect and went to see the ceremony.

“Which pulse do you belong to, what is the name?” Lao Nong asked.

“Disciple Bai Congtian, Nine Infants disciple.” Liu Ming honestly replied.

“Nine Infants, that is the discriminal of the Senior Brother Gui. You are a few Spiritual Pulse, not a Personal Disciple.” The old farmer looked at him again and then asked.

“The younger generation is Three Spiritual Pulse, how could it be Personal Disciple.” Liu Ming said respectfully.

“Three Spiritual Pulse, latent talent is too low, some are a pity. Otherwise, with your heart and perseverance, the old man would like to ask you to come over and earn a disciple.” The old farmer is sighing and said with a sigh.

“disciple 惭愧, I don’t know if Martial Uncle is…” Liu Ming listened to the heart and could not help but ask.

“My surname is Su, you can call me a Martial Uncle Su. But look at what you are now, it is impossible to continue. I will pass you a set of forgings now, just hit it several times and you can arm yourself. I got rid of the bruises.”

“many thanks Martial Uncle Su love.” Liu Ming listened, naturally happy.

“You don’t have to use many thanks. This forged fist is originally the body of the discipline. You can cultivate the Body Refining Technique a year later. I only taught you nothing more in advance.” Martial Uncle Su said indifferently.

Then his body moved, posing a strange posture, began to play a set of quirky boxing, at the same time mouth still chanted some kind of chant.

Liu Ming did not know how many secret skills he had seen on Savage Island. He was naturally interested in this kind of cheat-like boxing. Immediately, he was inspired by the innate skill of do two things at once, and the beginning of the gods was remembered. A trick and a Chant in his mouth.

As a result, when the old peasant only played the third time, Liu Ming remembered the whole mind and played it on the spot.

Martial Uncle Su Seeing this, his face is even more regrettable, but he no longer said anything and turned away.

Liu Ming, who stayed in the same place, was completely immersed in this forging punch. After hitting it seven or eight times in one breath, he felt that his body was hot and hot, and his red and swollen arms really recovered.

Not only that, but he also feels that even the spirit is more vigorous than before.

Liu Ming was overjoyed, only to find that the “Martial Uncle Su” ready was not around. After a little thought, he picked up the ground and began to start the field.

Three days later, in the evening, when Liu Ming threw his head in the hand and stretched his waist and stood up again, the field was ready to finish, not only the soil was half a foot deep, but also a weed. Can’t see it.

When Liu Ming was about to enter Linzhong to deliver the task to “Martial Uncle Su”, there was a sound of the sky, and a group of grey clouds descended from the sky.

It was the old disciples who had been farming with him the previous two days.

This Inner Disciple stood silently at the edge of the field, but it was difficult for everyone to hide a happy feeling.

Liu Ming was wondering when he wanted to ask one or two in the past. The Martial Uncle Su also flew out of the forest and flew directly to Spirit Farms.

I saw him holding a small golden bowl in one hand, but the big sleeves were constantly moving in one hand, and there were many golden yellow particles looming from the air, which were evenly distributed in every field.

When Liu Ming sees the cloud flying to his own field, he naturally shuns away.

After a while, the old farmer had a great cloud, and he threw the golden bowl into the sky, and after reading the words in his mouth, he turned into a gold tank in the golden light.

Then the sound of the water in the water tank rang, and a strand of milky-white spring water spewed out from the middle, and it turned into a little rain and sprinkled in every field below, and kept going.

Although Liu Ming stood outside the field, he still clearly sensed the thick origin force aura in the field.

What is even more bizarre is that with the continuous rain, a green seedling of rice seedlings was drilled in the field below, and the lightning speed increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the spikes began to fill.

When two hours later, the air rain suddenly stopped, the more than 100 acres of heaven and earth turned into a golden yellow, which was filled with a huge pad of half a foot high.

“Old rules, each person can go to the field to pick ten spears, and then leave on their own.” At this time from the air came the old farmer’s faint command, then the drive Cloud towards the forest flew away.

The crowds waiting for the long time of the field, after claiming to thank themselves, went straight into their fields and began to pick an ear of rice and cut it with various things.

And everyone is very honest, really only collect ten rice ears in the field, no one dare to take fraction.

“What is the use of this Senior Brother, these Spirit Stalks in the end, why all of the Senior Brothers are so happy.” Liu Ming looked at it for a while, couldn’t help it anymore, took a few steps and pulled one to finish the ear of rice. I was thinking about leaving the 17-year-old young discipline.

“Hey, this is Spirit Rice. It’s no small benefit to go back and cook it. You can go back and taste it. Naturally you know.” The male disciple was a little impatient and hurriedly said a few words. left.

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