Since it is mining, of course, a drill bit and a shovel are more suitable. Tu Yue, who was blocking the hole, looked at Qiongqiong and her purple pupils. The two embryos under Ye Xuan quickly formed.

"Master..." Tu Yue hesitated, wanted to speak but stopped, looking at the embryo of the instrument.

Ye Xuan glanced at the dwarf and understood it. The value of the magic weapon in the out-of-body realm lies in the restriction. As a weapon refiner, he consumed only some materials, which was nothing.

"What kind of magic weapon are you good at? It seems that you have great strength when you see your bloodline is extraordinary."

"Hammer." Tu Yue's face was shy and stretched out her little hand and gestured hard.

Ye Xuan's face looked a little strange, nodded, and refined an additional hammer embryo. The three embryos were like the Immortal-Devouring Sword, as big as ever.

Three hours passed, Ye Xuan engraved the last ban, the light of the ban in the mine disappeared, and three low-grade magic weapons were displayed on the ground. In addition, the sword body of the Immortal Devouring Sword was damaged, and he casually covered the layer of fine iron, barely covering the female corpse.

Tu Yue's purple eyes shone, her eyes became much more intimate. She lifted the hammer with one hand and smashed a few hammers on the stone wall, which was very easy.

"Yue'er thanks the master for his gift."

A glimmer flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. The main material of the hammer was cold iron, nearly 2,000 kilograms, half a millstone, and slightly larger than Tu Yue's figure. However, Tu Yue's hand was holding the hammer, which was not laborious.

In contrast, Ye Xuan's magic weapon, the drill bit is bone-like, with one end thicker than the waist, the tip is only the thickness of a little finger, and the thread is green and greasy, which looks poisonous at first glance, and is called the poisonous bone drill.

Another magic weapon is not inferior to the poisonous bone drill. It also has twenty-four restrictions. The shovel head is about the size of a door panel. Since it is a mining machine, it is called a mountain shovel.

Ye Xuan had a mountain shovel with a large door panel in one hand and a poisonous bone drill with a thick waist in the other hand. He had a smile on his face, which was meaningful.

"Buzz..." The spiritual power was poured into the poisonous bone drill, and the drill bit turned wildly, making a buzzing sound. Ye Xuan's smile became stronger, and Tu Yue's face turned pale when she looked at her.

The next day, a natural cave**.

The cave is spacious and connects several mining areas within a radius of more than ten miles. It is the residence of the manager and the guard. The miasma pill needed by the mine slaves is also exchanged for it.

"There are quite a lot of people." When Ye Xuan arrived, he was silly. Looking at five hundred mining slaves, someone else came later.

As soon as Ye Xuan appeared, he immediately attracted dozens of gazes. One of the short and thin men said with hatred: "Boss Zhou, that boy is here."

After the words came, the eyes of dozens of people fell on Ye Xuan, and hundreds of people were under the command of Zhou. Only some monks appeared yesterday.

When Ye Xuan looked at him, he looked at Boss Zhou. The other party spread his hands open, pinched them hard, and made a headshot gesture, with a ferocious face.

"Boss Zhou, this kid is ignorant, so he can tell that he is powerful." Ma Qiaoer's delicate body was soft and leaning behind Boss Zhou.

Ma Qiaoer once had a hot face and a cold butt. At this time, she saw Ye Xuan's expression was comfortable and she couldn't help but feel resentful. She was tortured all night, why is this kid so relaxed?

Ye Xuan glanced at Ma Qiaoer's trembling legs, smiled, and his eyes wandered. Among the monks No. 100, he quickly found Fu Yanjie.

In just one day, Fu Yanjie's image changed drastically, and he was no longer as handsome as a gaunt, and his clothes were torn, just like a good woman who had been forced to be accused of.

Ye Xuan estimated that Fu Yanjie's obsession with cleanliness would be cured without treatment, otherwise Fu Yanjie would have fainted every day.

In a moment, more and more mine slaves gathered, nearly a thousand people, most of them looked pale and yellow. They could not keep the pills at all. They rarely dig up the ore crystals, so they hurried to exchange for the miasma transformation pill.

"Depending on this size, ten ore crystals are exchanged for a miasma transformation pill, don't be noisy."

"Sir, please be kind to me. My father is in a low-level cultivation and is old, and he can't stand the erosion of miasma."

"If you can't stand it, go to die. The old guy can't dig out a few pieces of ore crystals even though he is alive. Get out of here quickly, the next one."

Nearly a thousand mine slaves lined up in five long lines, and cries came from the front. Ye Xuanxun looked at him and saw a father and son. The old man was half dead and had a blue face. The young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Several vicious guards had a vicious magic weapon illuminated in their hands. They were about to wipe out the father and son, and suddenly a Buddhist chant sounded.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful." An old monk left the long line and walked out quickly.

The old monk's robes were broken and thin. Before the guard took action, a Buddha light shield fell to protect the father and son. He took out twenty ore crystals from his sleeves and handed them to the young man on the ground.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." The young man was so grateful.

"Master Jin Fan is merciful." The old man's eyes were turbid, and he also struggled to get up to thank him.

"Jin Fan, you immortal, come out to make trouble again." The guard monk's eyes widened.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." The old monk clasped his hands together, his face sad.

What puzzled Ye Xuan was that as soon as the old monk opened his mouth, more than a dozen guard monks rushed over like ghosts, and more than a dozen whips were whipped wildly.

The old monk Buddha light protected his body. Facing more than a dozen red-eyed guard monks, he said slowly: "You must know that life is like a play, and the sea of ​​suffering is the world of the world. Getting together is fate, so why bother with each other?"

"The six realms of reincarnation are not easy to be a human being. If you are angry about small things, if you are angry, it will hurt your spirit and body, why bother?" The old monk kept talking, while the guards' faces were twisted, but the old monk was still continuing.

"Everything in the world is like this, how can everything be as you wish? Being indifferent to the world of all kinds of benefits, only when you have the fate in this life will we get together..."

In such a huge cave, thousands of mine slaves were silent, Ye Xuan was as stupid as a wooden chicken, the old monk became more and more casual, and even took out a wooden fish, recited poems and sang Buddhist songs.

"Clang, ding, ding..." The sound of wooden fish spread. The old monk's wooden fish was not made of wood, but golden crystal. When knocked, it was not dong dong, but ding ding.

"Shut up, I'm immortal, don't knock it..." On the other hand, the guard monks all looked dark, as ugly as being poisoned by shit.

Ye Xuan suddenly realized at this time. No wonder the old monk appeared, the group of guards were as enthusiastic as they saw an old acquaintance. They couldn't wait to rush up and slap up.

In an underground cave, on a reclining chair outside the cave, Ding Yue, with a thin face, lying in the beauty's arms, looked at this place from afar, couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly shouted: "Shut up and transform them into miasma pills."

If Jin Fan had not transformed into a god in half step, he would have done it long ago and would have to kill the old bald man, whining and chatting endlessly, with endless clanging sounds.

"Manager Ding, you should bear it first. The old bald man is not long. In the past few months, I have never seen him swallow the miasma-making pill and give it to him with compassion." The beauty is like jade, named Tang Yun, with slender and fair hands, and caressing Ding Yue's cheeks.

Ding Yue put away his murderous intent and licked his lips. His big hand fell on the plump erect on Tang Yun's chest. He started to soften his hands, which made the beauty cry and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

The long queue gradually became shorter. When it was Ye Xuan's turn, he took out two hundred mineral crystals, which was beyond the expectation of the guard.

"Two hundred mineral crystals, exchange for twenty miasma-making pills. You are a newcomer, you are very good." The guardian monk was meaningful. He glanced at Boss Zhou and then looked at Ye Xuan, and he increased his voice with malicious intentions.

Not far away, Boss Zhou's face turned gloomy, and a hot line was passing back and forth in his palm. It was the power of the sun that he had transformed into a half-step into the gods and condensed.

"He just came here like us, and his cultivation level was only in the early stage of leaving the body. He dug two hundred mineral crystals in one day. He must have something good on him." Ma Qiaoer leaned in Boss Zhou's arms, and even more disliked Ye Xuan.
Chapter completed!