12dz Chapter 504 Pay First
Chapter 504 Pay First
Tang Yan entrusted Gu Xingchen to keep an eye on the mine, then left the Five Elements Mine and headed towards the next mining site.
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Tianbing Mining Area.
Although the crowd was unable to cross the barrier of the mine, many people still guarded the entrance of the mine, hoping to find a way to get in.
At this time, a group of people came from a distance.
The leader was a handsome young man dressed in white, waving a folding fan in his hand.
"The eldest young master of the Fengyun clan!" Someone in the crowd recognized the young man in white.
"Feng Chenye? This prodigal son can also get a place in the trial? The Fengyun Clan should just spoil him!"
"He is only a Heavenly Rank, why does Fairy Mengyao favor him so much? Does he have some special hobby?"
Everyone was talking about it, but they couldn't see anything unusual.
After the Fengyun Clan arrived, they tried to enter the mine like everyone else, but all ended in failure.
"Is anyone going in?" Feng Chenye pulled a young man over and asked.
"Yes, three hundred people!" the young man nodded.
"Three hundred people can get in, why can't I get in?" Feng Chenye was a little depressed and asked again: "How did they get in?"
After all, he was the eldest son of the Fengyun clan and still had some face. The young man did not neglect him and told Feng Chenye the information he knew.
"Can we get in by just leaking some stains on the wall?" Feng Chenye looked at the bare, wet wall next to the mural and couldn't help falling into deep thought.
He questioned the young man carefully. The first person who entered also started writing as soon as he picked up the pen. In such a short time, it is impossible for him to write anything earth-shattering.
What should I write to shock the mine?
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Inside the mysterious hall.
The Dragon Lord, who had been paying attention to Zi Yun, showed a trace of doubt on his face: "Everyone, do you see the boy at the entrance of the Tianbing Mine? Does he have the aura of a literary saint?"
Upon hearing this, the four kings used their spiritual thoughts to investigate.
"He really has the aura of a literary saint. Could he be the reincarnation of a literary saint?" The ancestor god said in a solemn voice.
"Wensheng was killed by our joint forces. How could he be reincarnated? But his luck was scattered everywhere at that time, and this kid may have obtained some of it." The nine-tailed fox speculated.
"With the blessing of the Saint Wen's luck, this kid may very well become a saint in the future. Can the luck of the human race really last forever?" The Gu God was a little confused.
"It's difficult to become a saint. Let's see how many tests of the Human Emperor he can pass." A trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox.
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Feng Chenye thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he wrote a line of big words.
"Feng Chenye was here!"
Feng Chenye felt very proud when he saw the writings he left behind.
This sentence is low-key and restrained. It neither reveals the author's greed for the mine, nor does it implicitly express his noble status. Overall, it is neither humble nor arrogant, and his demeanor is calm and composed.
Little mine cave, I can’t stop fascinated by you!
The words on the stone wall flashed a few times, and Feng Chenye's eyes widened. Is it true?
"Crack!"
A bolt of thunder as thick as a water jar suddenly fell from the sky and struck Feng Chenye directly.
Feng Chenye fell to the ground instantly, his whole body was charred, his hair was disheveled, and he smelled burnt. He was unconscious and twitching on the ground.
"Master! Master!"
Everyone in the Fengyun clan was shocked and rushed forward to check.
Feng Chenye's dark cheeks were covered with two lines of tears, and he said with a trembling mouth: "I have already written something, why did you only strike me down? Is God jealous of my talent..."
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Inside the mysterious hall.
The silent stone statue of the Human Emperor suddenly opened its mouth, and an angry voice echoed in the hall: "You bastard! How disgraceful!"
When the five kings sensed Feng Chenye's situation, they burst into laughter, and their heavy mood disappeared.
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Tang Yan came to the fourth mine and found that it was just an ordinary mine.
On this mine, there are hanging the emblems of three sects - the Sword Sect, the Fishless Tower, and the Poison Sect.
Below the sign, there was another sign that read: "Those who enter the mine must pay 30% of the spiritual ore!"
Outside the cave entrance, there is a shaded pavilion, under which three young men are leisurely drinking tea.
One of them was Zhu Zhao from the Sword Sect!
Seeing Zhu Zhao, Tang Yan's eyes turned slightly cold. The last time they met, Zhu Zhao swung a sword at him. That sword was powerful and full of murderous intent. If it weren't for the Stargazing Pavilion and the Weapon Pavilion to stop him, if his strength was a little weaker, he would probably have died.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Yan didn't rush to create trouble.
Taking out the Hidden Heaven Robe and putting it on, Tang Yan restrained his breath and quietly walked towards the mine.
As we entered the mine, we could hear all kinds of chaotic noises like "ding ding ka ka" all around.
Tang Yan looked carefully and saw more than 200 people, holding various weapons such as swords, spears, and guns, mining hard.
Although a lot of effort was put in, the tools were not good enough and the mining results were not satisfactory.
Seeing this, Tang Yan couldn't help but laugh.
No wonder only 30% of the spiritual ore is collected, mining is really hard!
After looking for a while, Tang Yan discovered that the spiritual mine inside was the same as the mine they were staying in the Stargazing Pavilion, and both produced spiritual stones.
After leaving the mine, Tang Yan found a secluded place, took out a pile of ordinary iron blocks, smelted them into the shape of a pickaxe, and then wrapped the outside of the pickaxe head with a thin layer of dense black iron.
After making a batch of pickaxes, Tang Yan came to the pavilion.
"Do you want to enter the mine? As long as you agree to pay 30% of the harvest, you can enter." Zhu Zhao said lightly.
"Would you like to buy a pickaxe? It's made of dense black iron, one-piece molding, and uses cutting-edge forging technology. It's a must-have for mining. All you need are ten seventh-level spiritual herbs!" Tang Yan took out a genuine pickaxe and shook it in front of the three people.
Pickaxe?
The three people's eyes suddenly lit up!
Lingsheng Stone is rich in spiritual energy and is an excellent resource for cultivation. However, due to the lack of suitable tools, it is difficult to mine, resulting in low efficiency.
Even when only 30% of the profits are collected, few people are willing to participate in mining.
If there were pickaxes, even if the commission was raised to 50%, I believe there would be people willing to participate!
But why didn't this grandson go and rob the ten seventh-grade medicinal herbs?
"Brother, it's not good to take advantage of someone's misfortune. I can only give you one plant at most with a pickaxe!" said a young man dressed in the clothes of the Poison Sect.
“No bargaining, with a pickaxe, mining efficiency will be increased by more than ten times! Other mines charge this much, you can decide whether it’s worth it.
I don't have much inventory, do you want to give me a definite answer? If not, please don't delay me from doing business in the next mine." Tang Yan pretended to be impatient.
The three of them communicated with each other, then stood up at the same time. The king-level aura enveloped Tang Yan, and Zhu Zhao's cold voice rang out: "Brother, we feel that the purchase price is too high. Can you borrow it for a while?"
Tang Yan was not flustered. He said sarcastically, "How dare I do this kind of business with you? Do you really think I'm made of clay? The pickaxe is in my storage ring. Who dares to 'borrow' it and try?"
The three of them looked at each other and noticed the fear in each other's eyes.
Although this kid is only at the early stage of the King level, he has an extraordinary bearing and is fearless. There may be someone even more difficult to deal with behind him. If we rashly start a conflict, it may not end well.
“The price of ten plants is too high, three plants a bunch, make friends if you can!
If that doesn't work, we can only use other methods." The young man from the Poison Sect threatened slowly.
"You can make some money from three plants. It's better than not being able to sell any at all, right?" the disciple of Wu Yu Tower advised.
Tang Yan's eyes flickered, and he said reluctantly, "I can only sell you thirty!"
"Three hundred!" Zhu Zhao said firmly.
Tang Yan was panting heavily, and seemed very angry. He hesitated for a few breaths before gritting his teeth and said, "Give me the money first!"