Chu Feng passed through the barrier gate and came to a square.
The square is extremely vast, but it is already overcrowded. Almost everyone has a scroll and is working hard.
And right now, people are still coming out of the barrier gate behind them and falling into the square.
These people, without exception, are all junior world spiritists, and they all hold a sickle in their hands.
This square is located on a mountain peak, which is extremely high. When you reach the edge of the square, or rise into the sky, you can see the scenery below.
"paddy?"
Chu Feng discovered that the mountain peak was surrounded by rice fields.
The rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see, but are divided into countless pieces with an area of ​​ten acres.
In the middle of each block, there is a house with a plaque on it.
The houses closest to the mountain have their names on plaques.
However, in the distance, there are still many plaques that are still empty.
Swish——
Suddenly, a scroll flew towards Chu Feng and stopped in front of Chu Feng.
That scroll is exactly the scroll that everyone holds in the square.
Chu Feng opened the scroll and understood the meaning of the sickle.
Everyone can choose a rice field.
Cut the ripe rice every day and turn it in to get the world beads of cultivation.
And the better the quality of rice turned in, the more boundary beads you will get.
And after thirteen days, the list will be announced, and the person ranked first will get a heaven-level world bead.
And in the heaven level of the Seven Realms Holy Palace, it is the only treasure second only to the holy level.
Moreover, after the thirteenth day, the entrance trial will officially begin.
Chu Feng put away the scroll, rose into the air, and quickly flew away into the distance.
With Chu Feng's speed, unoccupied houses and rice fields soon appeared.
But Chu Feng still did not stop. Chu Feng wanted to find a quiet place.
So he flew for a long time, until all he could see below were unoccupied houses and rice fields, Chu Feng flew down.
He randomly selected a rice field, held a sickle in hand, and engraved his name on the house sign.
But Chu Feng did not directly start harvesting the rice in the fields like others, but carefully observed the sickle.
Chu Feng had long observed that the rice in the rice fields was the same.
But why is there a difference in quality?
There must be a reason.
After observation, Chu Feng discovered that this sickle contained the power of the formation.
Then he held a sickle, cut off a piece of rice at random, and observed the rice carefully.
There is no formation inside the rice, but the patterns on the rice are similar to the formation.
Of course, this is not easy to see, and normal people will not think of it.
Chu Feng felt that rice could not be cut casually, it needed methods.
This method is consistent and requires a combination of the lines on the rice and the formation on the sickle.
The more perfect the combination, the higher the quality of the rice.
As soon as Chu Feng started to think about it, time passed much faster, and two hours passed quickly.
It was already sunset when Chu Feng arrived, and it was already late at night.
At this moment, a figure flew over.
It was a fat and white man. Like Chu Feng, he did not wear a world spirit robe, but he wore a black robe.
After seeing Chu Feng, he flew down directly.
He did not say hello to Chu Feng, but directly left the word Chen Hui on the house next to Chu Feng.
"There are so many places, do you have to choose this place?" Chu Feng asked.
"Brother, it should be my freedom to choose, right?" Chen Hui smiled brightly when he spoke, but in fact his tone was very tough.
But the key point is that what he said makes sense. This is indeed his freedom and right.
Chu Feng is in a bad mood now and really wants to find peace, so she chose this place. But what Chen Hui said is right, this is indeed her freedom.
Therefore, Chu Feng stopped saying anything and let him stay here.
Chen Hui held the sickle in his hand, then flicked his fingers, swish swish——
The sickle flew, but in an instant, all the rice on his field was cut down by it.
Although he didn't show it intentionally, what he used was the power of the barrier, not force.
Therefore, Chu Feng still discovered that this Chen Hui was not weak in strength.
The White Dragon Divine Robe is naturally incomparable to Chu Feng.
But looking at the juniors, he is definitely at the top. If he goes to the Eastern Region, he is a genius who can go sideways and suppress all the juniors in the Eastern Region.
After Chen Hui finished harvesting the rice, he went into his house to rest.
Because the house has its own isolation barrier, Chu Feng cannot see what Chen Hui is doing. Of course, Chu Feng actually doesn't care what he does.
As for Chen Hui, he actually doesn't care what Chu Feng does.
After entering the house, he did not go out until early the next morning.
At this time, his rice that had been harvested yesterday grew again.
He looked at Chu Feng and found that Chu Feng was still sitting on the same spot and looking at the rice on the field.
But in Chu Feng's rice field, there was no harvested rice.
"Hey, brother, you didn't harvest yesterday, did you?"
"Then I have to remind you that this rice will grow new every day. If you don't cut it, it will be a waste." Chen Hui said.
Chu Feng ignored him, but stood up and stretched his muscles.
As for Chen Hui, just as he did yesterday, he waved his sleeves, protected objects from the air, and harvested all today's rice in an instant.
And the rice harvested yesterday was neatly placed aside.
After doing this, he was ready to enter the house.
But when he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Chu Feng in surprise.
Because Chu Feng was already holding a sickle and began to harvest.
But what was different from him was that Chu Feng was holding a sickle and harvesting in the most primitive way.
"Oh, brother, it's really unnecessary."
"This is the Holy Palace of the Seven Realms. What you do on the surface is useless. People only care about the results."
"Don't look at me just harvesting. It looks casual. In fact, I used tricks."
"Look at the rice I harvested. It can be said that it retains the aroma of the rice most completely. This quality can be exchanged for more world pearls."
"World Spiritist, you still have to rely on your strength to speak. Don't use formalities. You are wasting your time. If the elders of the Seventh Realm Holy Palace see it, they will also think that you have a bad character and only use your brain.
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Then Chen Hui advised Chu Feng.
Chu Feng ignored Chen Hui. Chen Hui felt that he was just making a formality.
But Chu Feng himself knew that he was corresponding to the formation, and each rice grain corresponded in a different way.
Therefore, you can only get the best results by cutting by hand.
But the disadvantage is that it will be slower.
Seeing that Chu Feng did not listen to the advice, Chen Hui shook his head and walked into the house.
Chen Hui finished harvesting these ten acres of land in an instant.
Chu Feng, on the other hand, harvested all the rice from sunrise to sunset.
At this time, Chen Hui walked out of the house.
Seeing that Chu Feng had finished harvesting the rice and then looked at the sky, he smiled meaningfully.
"Hey, brother, you should wait a little longer. As far as I know, the elder will come to harvest the rice in a while."
"You have worked hard all day, but the elder didn't see you. Aren't you tired in vain?"
Chu Feng ignored him and sat down directly.
After a day's work, Chu Feng felt that he still lacked something and should improve it.
Chapter completed!