"It should weigh ten kilograms! One kilogram of third-order black iron ore is worth three kilograms of first-order black iron ore. If I get three thousand kilograms of first-order black iron ore, I can earn a spiritual stone!"
Ye Mo took the piece of dark iron ore that he dug out, weighed it in his hand, threw the piece of dark iron ore into his backpack, and continued mining.
However, performing three consecutive attacks is no better than ordinary martial arts. This kind of martial arts that almost reaches the limit of one's own body consumes a lot of physical strength.
If Ye Mo performs three consecutive attacks several times, his physical strength will be completely exhausted and he will have to rest for an hour.
First-order black iron ore can withstand less than a thousand kilograms of force. Only when it is refined into first-order black iron can its endurance be improved, and it can withstand attacks weighing more than a thousand kilograms.
In the same way, third-level black iron ore can withstand a blow of more than two thousand kilograms. It is difficult for monks in the early stage of Qi training to dig it, let alone ordinary warriors.
If Ye Mo didn't use combos, but just used ordinary strength to mine, it would be difficult to dig out these third-level black iron ores, even if he had more than a thousand kilograms of strength.
After digging like this for a while and resting for a while, Ye Mo counted the amount of ore he had dug out and found that he had dug out fifty or sixty kilograms of third-order black iron ore.
"At this rate, if I dig for several hours a day, excluding the time for rest and sleep, I can dig out about three hundred kilograms of third-order black iron ore, which is equivalent to one thousand kilograms of first-order ore. Three thousand kilograms of first-order ore is exchanged for one piece.
You can earn one spiritual stone in three days. In one month, you can earn ten spiritual stones."
Ye Mo quickly calculated and couldn't help but be speechless.
He couldn't help but be very satisfied.
If he worked as an alchemy boy, he would only be able to earn one spiritual stone a month, while mining would earn ten times more.
"I will dig here for a while first, earn some spiritual stones to buy vitality pills, and make the five Tunu guards become immortal cultivators. Then I will earn enough to buy magic runes and spiritual stones for practicing skills.
A dozen people on the ship became monks. After learning the spells, they went out to sea to hunt the sea monsters. With the strength of more than ten of us monks, it should be no problem to hunt the low-level sea monsters together. This way, we can earn spiritual stones faster.
Got it!"
Ye Mo's thinking was very clear.
Now he is working hard in the mine, all in order to open up the situation as soon as possible and earn a fortune of spiritual stones.
Then he will take everyone out to sea to hunt sea monsters and earn more spirit stones. He, Mo Ling, Wang Hu, Yang You, Tunu Wuwei and others will work hard to improve their cultivation.
The last step is to find a way to become a city lord monk, own his own spiritual island and fairy village, and become a force of immortal cultivators.
Only by having your own independent power can you move freely and unfettered in the world of immortality. There is no way out if you fight alone. Even a powerful monk will have to flee if he is besieged by a group of strong men.
As recorded in the ancient books on cultivating immortals, both humans and monsters must have strong alliances to survive in this cruel world of cultivating immortals.
Because of this, the human cultivators formed the Immortal City Alliance. Most of the immortal cities joined together and gradually restored the territory of the human cultivators in the East China Sea.
However, becoming a city lord requires opportunity, and Ye Mo didn't know how to become a city lord for a while.
"It doesn't matter if I suffer a little now. I must become the Lord of the Immortal City."
Ye Mo secretly worked harder on himself and swung the shovel hard to dig. There was no point in just dreaming, working to earn spiritual stones was the right thing to do.
The black iron ore shovel hit the hard rock wall, making the sound of golden clanging.
Sparks were flying and gravel was flying.
Pieces of black iron ore of various grades fell off the rock wall and piled up on the ground.
After Ye Mo exhausted all his energy, he sat down and separated the useless gravel from the black iron ore. He threw the black iron ore piece by piece into his backpack. The mixed first-order, second-order, and third-order black iron ore were separated.
Storage, don't mix it up.
Time passes little by little while digging.
I don't know when, but there were more than three hundred kilograms of third-level black iron ore in the backpack.
This is a long-abandoned mine tunnel, and no mine slaves will bother him.
If the mining slaves saw it, they would probably go crazy with jealousy and their eyes would pop out. Such mining speed is so fast that the mining slaves would find it incredible.
Ye Mo thought he was digging too slowly. When he was hungry, he took a few mouthfuls of dried fish. When he was thirsty, he picked up a water bag and took a sip.
..
"Dang~~!"
Ye Mo was digging when his arms suddenly shook and the shovel bounced away. His wrists holding the shovel were almost numb.
He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw a palm-sized piece of black and shiny black iron ore exposed.
Ye Mo couldn't help but reach out and touch the black and shiny black iron ore on the rock wall.
Just now he hit it with a shovel, but it didn't even leave a trace.
"What level of black iron ore is this? How could it be that even my three consecutive attacks couldn't leave any traces on it?... Could it be the fourth level of black iron ore?"
Ye Mo looked horrified.
Levels 1 to 3 are spiritual items used by monks in the Qi training stage, and levels 4 and above are spiritual items used by monks in the foundation building stage and above. The value of level 4 black iron ore is far beyond that of low-level black iron ore.
"I will try again!"
Ye Mo was very excited.
He raised the shovel, turned into three shovel shadows, and suddenly hit the black iron ore.
"Dang~~!"
There was another loud noise, but the black iron ore was still intact, not even a trace was left.
Ye Mo picked up the mining shovel and took a look. The moon-shaped blade at the front was dented a little. This means that the mining shovel of this first-order spiritual weapon is better than the black and bright black iron ore that has not been tempered.
Still crispy.
If you hit a rock with an egg, the eggs will naturally break into pieces.
"No need to try, it's definitely black iron ore of level 4 or above! We'll dig it down later!"
Ye Mo was sure of the grade of this black iron ore and immediately dug around the fourth grade black iron ore.
The rocks surrounding this fourth-order black iron ore are also harder than ordinary rocks.
Ye Mo even had to use two consecutive attacks to break the rubble. It took a lot of effort to dig out the fourth-level black iron ore in the middle.
The weight of this piece of ore obviously exceeded Ye Mo's estimate. It was only about the size of a fist, but it weighed hundreds of kilograms, so it was quite heavy.
Holding this top-quality black iron ore, Ye Mo couldn't put it down.
"The fourth-order black iron ore is indeed the fourth-order black iron ore!"
Ye Mo laughed and couldn't help but feel happy.
"In the fairy village market, a first-level golden spirit sword costs one hundred spirit stones, and a third-level spiritual sword costs three hundred spirit stones. The golden spirit sword in the refinery is based on black iron ore, with a kind of gold added.
It is made from ore."
"It's a pity that I'm not a weapon refiner. I don't know how many kilograms of black iron ore are needed to refine a first-level spiritual sword. But it shouldn't be much!"
"This fourth-level black iron ore can be used to refine magical weapons for those who are cultivating immortals in the foundation-building stage. I heard that the magical weapons are even more expensive. I'm afraid there are thousands of spiritual stones."
"It's a pity, it's a pity. I have to hand over this thing. At most, it's worth hundreds or thousands of kilograms of first-level black iron ore. What I earn is less than one spiritual stone."
"Alas~, a magic weapon costs at least a thousand spiritual stones. You won't earn a single spiritual stone by digging a piece of fourth-level black iron ore. Mining just earns some cool money."
When Ye Mo thought about the value of the fourth-level black iron ore and how little he earned, he felt depressed.
No matter how good the thing is, it doesn't belong to him, and he won't get much benefit from digging it out.
No wonder the monks are unwilling to mine. This is hard physical work and nothing else.
Ye Mo couldn't think about it anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. If he thought about it any more, he was afraid that he would take risks and try to secretly take away this black iron mine.
But once discovered, it would be a serious crime to kill without mercy.
Mining steadily to earn spiritual stones. Once you have earned dozens of spiritual stones, you will leave the mine and find another way out.
"It's better to be the city lord! Once you become the city lord, all the spiritual trees and spiritual ores on a spiritual island will automatically belong to the city lord. If I can become the lord of the fairy village, I won't have to worry about these dozens of spiritual stones."
Ye Mo shook his head helplessly and put away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
Thinking of Fairy Village, Ye Mo suddenly remembered his ancient painting scroll.
What was painted on that ancient painting was an ethereal fairy village.
Ye Mo's heart moved and he took off his ancient painting from his waist.
He had not looked at this old and simple painting for many days.
His mother said that this ancient painting had strangely appeared next to him since he was born. When he was a child, he was used to looking at this ancient painting scroll with ethereal charm during his break after every hard training in martial arts.
Let yourself be relaxed and peaceful.
Ever since he took a boat out to sea and ended up living on an unknown island, there were always people around him, so he gradually rarely looked at this ancient painting.
In the silent mine tunnel, Ye Mo thought of this ancient painting again.
Ye Mo was also puzzled.
This ancient painting scroll that he had been with since childhood had so many magical features. It was invulnerable to swords, water and fire, and mud and mud. There were too many things about this simple ancient painting that puzzled him.
Ye Mo is now covered in sweat, but the ancient paintings tied around his waist and collected close to his body are not stained with sweat.
Ye Mo spread the ancient paintings on the ground and watched them silently.
He had always regarded this painting as a very beautiful painting.
But now after he came to Donglaixian Village and saw the world, he discovered more mysteries in ancient paintings.
On the ancient painting scroll, there is clearly a real picture of a fairy village.
This fairy village is surrounded by a fine fence. The wood of the fence is so fine that you can even tell it is made of spiritual wood.
A small thatched cottage in a fairy village.
In front of the thatched house, there is an acre-sized field. The field is empty, with a few grain grasses growing alone.
A little fox with green hair was sitting lazily in front of the hut. It raised its head with a charming smile on its face, as if it was looking around.
Every time he saw this little fox, Ye Mo always felt that it was very spiritual, or should be described as cunning, just like a naughty child.
In the painting, there is also a native rooster with a proud expression and bright feathers, walking proudly in the fields, looking for millet. It tilted its head, seeming to glance at the little fox in front of the hut, and there was even a trace of disdain in its eyes.
The little fox's eyes seemed to occasionally look at the native rooster, as if he was coveting the delicious taste of the native rooster.
There is a big tree behind the hut, and a red crow stands on the treetop. It is obscured by the dense leaves. It only sticks out its head and silently stares at the little green fox and native rooster in front of the hut, seeming to have a special interest in them.
Deeply afraid.
"There's something weird in this painting!"
Ye Mo carefully observed the details on the painting and pondered.