The First Saint of Alchemy

Tang Yan asked Gu Xingchen to keep an eye on the mine, then left the Five Elements Mine and rushed towards the next mining site.

…

Tianbing mining area.

Although everyone could not cross the barrier of the mine, there were still many people guarding the entrance of the mine, hoping to find a way to enter.

At this time, a group of people came from a distance.

The leader is a handsome young man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan.

"Young Master of the Fengyun Clan!" Someone in the crowd recognized the young man in white.

"Feng Chenye? Can this prodigal son also get a place in the trial? The Fengyun Clan should just let him get used to it!"

"Why is it that Fairy Mengyao only favors him at the highest level of heaven? Does she have any special hobbies?"

Everyone was talking about it, but there was nothing unusual about it.

After the Fengyun tribe arrived, they tried to enter the mine like everyone else, but they all ended in failure.

"Is anyone going in?" Feng Chenye pulled a young man and asked.

"Yes, there are three hundred people!" The young man nodded.

"Three hundred people can get in, why can't I be the one more?" 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, so he still had some face. The young man did not hesitate and told Feng Chenye the information he knew.

"If you leak some stains on the wall, you can get in?" Feng Chenye looked at the bare wet wall next to the mural and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He carefully questioned the young man and found out that the first person to enter also wrote as soon as he picked up his pen. He should not be able to write anything shocking in such a short time.

What should I write to shock the mine?

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In the mysterious hall.

The Dragon Lord, who had been paying attention to Ziyun, had a hint of surprise on his face: "Everyone, look at the boy at the entrance of the Tianbing Mine, does he have the aura of a literary saint?"

After hearing the words, the four kings used their spiritual thoughts to investigate.

"It really has the aura of a literary saint. It can't be the reincarnation of a literary saint, right?" Ancestral God's voice was solemn.

"Wen Sheng was killed by our team at the beginning, how could he be reincarnated? But his luck was scattered all over the place, and this kid probably got part of it." Nine-tailed fox speculated.

"With the blessing of the literary saint's luck, this kid is likely to be a saint in the future. Can the human race's luck really last forever?" Gu God was a little confused.

"Becoming a saint is difficult. Let's see how many human emperor tests he can pass." A trace of worry flashed in the nine-tailed fox's eyes.

…

Feng Chenye thought for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he wrote a line of large characters.

"Feng Chenye is here for a visit!"

Seeing the pen and ink he left behind, Feng Chenye felt very proud.

This sentence is low-key and restrained, not revealing his greed for the mine, but also implicitly expressing his noble status. Overall, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and has a calm demeanor.

Little mine, I can’t help but charm you!

The writing on the stone wall flickered a few times, and Feng Chenye's eyes widened. Was it really done?

"Crack!"

A thunderbolt as thick as a water tank suddenly fell from the sky and struck Feng Chenye directly.

Feng Chenye fell to the ground in an instant, his whole body was blackened, his hair was messy, and he smelled of burning. He was unconscious and lying on the ground twitching.

"Master! Master!"

Everyone in the Fengyun tribe was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

Two lines of clear tears hung on Feng Chenye's dark cheeks, and his mouth trembled as he said, "I've already written all the words, why did you only attack me? Is God jealous of my talent..."

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In the mysterious hall.

The silent stone statue of the Human Emperor actually opened its mouth, and an angry voice echoed in the hall: "You bastard! It's an insult to politeness!"

When the Five Kings sensed Feng Chenye's situation, they burst into laughter, and their solemn mood was swept away.

…

Tang Yan came to the fourth mine and found that it was just an ordinary mine.

On this mine, there are the signs of three sects - Jian Sect, Wuyu Tower, and Poison Sect.

Under the sign, there is another sign, which reads: "Those who enter the mine must pay 30% of the spiritual mineral!"

Outside the cave entrance, there is a shaded pavilion, under which three young men are drinking tea leisurely.

One of them is Zhu Zhao of the Sword Sect!

Seeing Zhu Zhao, Tang Yan's eyes were slightly cold. The last time they met, Zhu Zhao slashed at him with a sword. The sword was powerful and full of killing intent. If it hadn't been for the Star Gazing Pavilion and the Qi Pavilion to block it, if his own strength was not even close, there was a high chance that he would be killed. Will die a violent death.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Yan was not in a hurry to cause trouble.

Taking out the Hidden Sky Clothes and putting it on his body, Tang Yan restrained his breath and quietly walked towards the mine.

After entering the mine, all kinds of messy sounds like "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, tang, tang, tang, tang, tang, tang, tang, etc." could be heard all around.

Tang Yan looked closely and saw more than two hundred people, holding different weapons such as swords, spears and spears, working hard to mine.

Although a lot of effort was spent, the tools were not good and the mining results were unsatisfactory.

Seeing this, Tang Yan couldn't help but laugh.

No wonder only 30% of the spiritual minerals are harvested. It is really hard to dig this mine!

After looking at it for a while, Tang Yan discovered that the spiritual mine inside was the same as the mine in Guanxing Pavilion and they were all producing 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 mining pick, and then wrapped a thin layer of dense iron around the pickaxe head.

After making a batch of mining picks in this way, 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.

"Want to buy a mining pickaxe? Made of dense black iron, one-piece molding, cutting-edge forging technology, essential for mining, all you need is ten seventh-level elixirs!" Tang Yan took out a genuine mining pickaxe and waved it in front of the three of them.

Mining pickaxe?

The three people's eyes suddenly lit up!

Lingsheng Stone is rich in spiritual energy and is a top resource for cultivation, but due to the lack of handy tools, it is difficult to mine, resulting in low efficiency.

Even when only 30% of the harvest is collected, few people are willing to participate in mining.

If there is a pickaxe, even if the commission is increased to 50%, I believe there will be people willing to participate!

But why doesn't this grandson rob ten seventh-level medicinal herbs?

"Brother, it's not good to take advantage of the fire? A pickaxe can only give you one at most!" A young man wearing the clothes of the Poison Sect said.

"No bargaining, with a pickaxe, the mining efficiency is increased by more than ten times! Other mines charge this way, you can weigh whether it is worth it.

I don't have much inventory here, do you want to give me a definite answer? If not, don't delay me from going to the next mine to do business." Tang Yan pretended to be impatient.

The three of them discussed it through voice transmission, and then stood up at the same time. The aura of the king level enveloped Tang Yan, and Zhu Zhao's cold voice sounded: "Brother, we feel that the purchase price is too high. Can you borrow it?"

Tang Yan was not flustered, and said coldly: "Dare to do this kind of business with you, do you really think I am made of clay? The mining pick is in my storage ring, who dares to 'borrow' it and try?"

The three looked at each other and found the fear in each other's eyes.

Although this kid only has the strength of the early king level, he has an extraordinary demeanor and is fearless. There may be someone more difficult to provoke behind him. If you rashly start a conflict, it may not end well.

"The price of ten plants is too high, three plants in a bunch, make friends if you can!

If not, we can only use other methods." The young man of the Poison Sect threatened slowly.

"You can also make money from three plants, which is better than not being able to sell a bunch, right?" The disciple of Wuyu Tower advised.

Tang Yan's eyes flickered, and he seemed very reluctant to say: "I can only sell you thirty!"

"Three hundred!" Zhu Zhao was tough.

Tang Yan panted heavily, seemed very angry, and after a few breaths of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said: "Pay first!"