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Xie Ling heard the melodious sound of the flute from a long way away. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked through the woods. He saw Zhang Meng sitting sideways on the rock under the soft moonlight. The tune was a piece he often played. He called it '

Moonlight Night'.

Xie Ling felt the longing in the sound of the flute and slowed down her pace. The image of her mother emerged in her mind, and she softly hummed the song in her memory.

Who can fly? Birds can fly.

Birds How do birds fly?

Flap your wings and fly.

How do fish swim?

Wagging his tail and nodding his head

Who can run? Horses can run.

With four feet off the ground, the body does not waver——

"You're here!" The flute sound stopped suddenly, Zhang Meng turned around and said with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, your flute sound makes me feel like I'm back in time -" Xie Ling said apologetically.

"What did you sing just now, a children's song?" Zhang Meng said indifferently.

"I don't remember much of what my mother taught me when I was a kid!" Xie Ling rubbed his head with his hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Your mother must love you very much!" Xie Meng's eyes were filled with longing as he spoke.

"Well, you? How's your injury? Why did you run out without saying anything?" Xie Ling changed the subject.

"Look, I'm fine. I should be fully recovered in a few days. Don't worry!" Zhang Meng came back from his thoughts, a smile appeared on his face, he stood up and turned around on the rock.

lock up.

"It's okay. Don't do this again. It's not worth it." Xie Ling walked to a rock and sat down.

"I know, he's not that big, but he's more verbose than my third uncle!" Zhang Meng pouted.

"How's it going? How's your practice of the 'Nian Shen Technique' going? I'm almost done with the second level of the 'Water Cloud Technique'!" Zhang Meng said while slowly turning his hand towards the stream below.

, Surprisingly, the flat stream below actually turned with his hand, and gradually a vortex formed in it, getting bigger and bigger, and even the pebbles next to it were sucked into the vortex under its power.

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Xie Ling watched without blinking, being attracted by the changes below.

"Hey, what are you doing? I want to ask you something!" Zhang Meng said proudly.

"Oh, is this the power of 'Water Cloud Technique'?" Xie Ling asked.

"Of course, when I reach the third level, I can completely control them!" Zhang Meng's words were half true and half false. The simple 'Water Cloud Technique' would not have such terrifying power. This is because he has practiced it himself.

It's because of the higher level 'Water Spirit Technique'.

"I have only completed half of the first level of the 'Nian Shen Technique', and I don't know when the other half will be completed!" Xie Ling said.

"I heard others say that the 'Nian Shen Technique' is very difficult to practice. Why don't you consider taking advantage of the fact that you are not yet involved in it and practice something else, such as the 'Sharp Metal Technique', the 'Thick Earth Technique' and the 'Wind Flying Technique'?

All good!" Zhang Meng said.

"Forget it, I will only make a small contribution, let's take a look first and then talk about it!" Xie Ling said.

Seeing that he insisted on his own opinion, Zhang Meng stopped trying to persuade him. After all, the elder who said that the 'Nian Shen Technique' was difficult to practice also said that if the practice was successful, this technique would be useful even for golden elixir stage monks.

After Xie Ling confirmed that Zhang Meng's injury was okay, a heavy stone weighing on his heart was finally removed. However, he was very shocked by the curative effect of the three red pills. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are elixirs and wonderful medicines. One of them was so seriously injured.

For those of you, just take two pills. Their origins are definitely not simple.

When we arrived at the gravel pit the next day, Hao Mingli was not there. To our surprise, Xiao Mo, a senior weapon apprentice from the 'Fire Refining Room', temporarily took over his work.

Xie Ling felt a deep chill on his back as he was crushing the rocks. Without looking back, he sensed through his powerful spiritual consciousness that Xiao Mo was staring at him with a cold gaze.

Xie Ling did not dare to practice carrying skills in the air at will. He still followed the previous method, wielding the purple iron hammer in his hand, but his spiritual thoughts acted on the inside of the black iron ore almost at the same time. It seemed that they were shattered under the hammer!

After continuously using the power of his spiritual thoughts to destroy two pieces of black iron ore, Xie Ling suddenly remembered Zhang Meng's 'Water Cloud Technique' last night. The power of the vortex formed by the water flow exceeded his imagination, and he unknowingly fell into the black iron ore.

The power of spiritual thoughts in the iron ore has changed. They form small whirlpools like water flow. A powerful force is born from them. The cracks in the black iron ore are getting bigger and bigger unknowingly.

There was a muffled sound, and before the purple iron hammer he held high came down, the black iron ore cracked into several parts!

Xie Ling was stunned. He had not exerted any force at all. The power generated by this vortex was too amazing!

"Hey, Xie Ling, what's wrong with you?" Qin Pei, who was not far away, noticed something strange about him.

"Nothing!" Xie Ling finally came to his senses and hurriedly smashed it down with a hammer.

Next, he experimented with a few more pieces, and the black iron ore was easily drilled out without much effort, which made him sigh! He just slightly changed the way he used the power of spiritual thought, but the result was amazing.

The difference is huge. Paying attention to everything leads to knowledge. The words of the ancient sages are really wise!

Just when he had some thoughts, someone called out: "Xie Ling, come here."

Xie Ling turned around and saw that it was Xiao Mo calling him, and there was a young man in green robe standing beside him.

"Senior Brother Jiang, it's you!" Xie Ling stepped forward and shouted happily.

"I happened to be passing by here today, so I stopped by to see you. How are you? Are you okay?" Jiang Tong said with a rare smile.

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I'm okay. Senior brother Xiao and senior brother Hao are taking good care of me!" Xie Ling looked at Xiao Mohou who had a smile on his face and said.

"That's fine, but don't work too hard. Gather the sand to make a tower, gather the armpits to make a fur, and don't fight for the advantage of a day!" Jiang Tong glanced at the task bar on the wall, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Well, junior brother understands!" Xie Ling couldn't hear the metaphor and care in Jiang Tong's words, and his heart warmed and his eyes became moist.

"Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You go and do your work!" Jiang Tong looked at Xie Ling's leaving figure and said, "My little junior brother is so strong. Junior brother Xiao, I'm going to trouble you today."

Afterwards, he bowed his hand towards Xiao Mo.

"Senior Brother Jiang is serious. Junior Brother Hao has always been in charge of this place. Today I am just a substitute. But I will explain to Junior Brother Hao later. He is impatient and inevitably overdoes some things. He is too eager for quick success and quick gain!"

Mo Yanyan kept himself clean and water-tight.

Jiang Tong just smiled and left the 'smelting room' with Xiao Mo seeing him off. That was all he could do. He would have to rely on Xie Ling's own efforts in the future.

"Thank you, junior brother. It turns out that you also know senior brother Jiang. He is a senior swordsman in the 'Sword Trial Academy'. It is said that he has a great chance of becoming a swordsman!" Long Xiang clicked his tongue.

"He sent me to the 'Item Refining Institute'. He is very nice and takes good care of me!" Xie Ling said.

"Isn't Senior Brother Xiao a senior weapon disciple? Why does Senior Brother Jiang seem to be shorter when I see him? Logically speaking, their seniority within the sect should be the same!" A trial student said in confusion.

After all, the momentum Xiao Mo showed when he helped Hao Mingli last time was so amazing. Now all the trial students in the gravel field are afraid of him, and they are not used to seeing his humble side.

"I'm kidding, can a high-level swordsman compete with a high-level swordsman? A high-level swordsman must be able to project his sword energy three feet away. Ordinary monks in the Qi training period will be cut into pieces by the sword's energy before they even get close.

After several rounds, the attack power is definitely the strongest among the monks of the same level." Long Xiang said with dancing eyebrows.

"So powerful, no wonder Senior Brother Lian Xiao is like this!" The trial student said in horror.

"Stop talking, he's coming——"

After Xiao Mo sent Jiang Tong off, his expression turned as dark as the bottom of a pot and walked over.

Just like what Long Xiang said just now, Jiang Tong, who has the qualification of a senior swordsman, is not something he can offend. Although Jiang Tong didn't say anything clearly after looking at the task bar just now, the murderous intention flashed in Xiao Mo's eyes.

But he could see it clearly. He looked at Xie Ling who was wielding the purple iron hammer in the distance. It seemed that the original plan to take the blame on him was about to change. It was not the time to offend Jiang Tong yet.

Xie Ling didn't know that Jiang Tong's unintentional arrival had eliminated a catastrophe for him. At this time, he was immersed in the changes in the power of spiritual thoughts. He found that as long as he mastered the skills, he could easily defeat him with very little force.

A piece of dark iron ore that looked very solid was broken into pieces.

The next thing to do is to keep repeating the process, making the power more abundant and changing, and making the changes more reasonable!

For seven consecutive days, he repeated this seemingly simple process every time he hammered down. Finally, on the eighth day, he was able to break two pieces of black iron ore into pieces at the same time.

, Xie Ling can break up to five pieces of black iron ore at the same time. Now, for him, the task of 500,000 kilograms a month is as simple as eating.
Chapter completed!