Emperor of Nine Suns

As his fingers moved slightly, the pale golden light shovel sank into the ground again with a sharp whistle piercing the air. This time, Fan Ling's shot was faster and more urgent. The golden light shovel hardly paused at all, and went straight into the ground more than five hundred feet underground to firmly grasp a light gray light ball.

"It's harvested again, how long has it been!"

An exclamation exclaimed the exclamation in everyone's heart! Ordinary spring souls go hundreds of feet deep into the ground, such a deep distance, even with a monk's spiritual sense, it is as blurred as seeing flowers through fog. w "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

Therefore, when, where, and at what angle to drive the shovel to shoot is very critical, and it is also important to consider whether there is a hard rock ore layer under the ground.

A little carelessness will cause the shovel to go hundreds of feet underground, but the location is not in line with the original expectation. This is a common thing for the disciples of Lingquan Forest.

After all, there is a saying that goes, "A slight difference is a thousand miles away." It is precisely because of the difficulty of digging out souls that a mere spring soul can be sold for a high price of 30,000 contribution points.

And this Mr. Fan did not stop at all when he shot. The golden light shovel hits Huanglong directly every time he drives. Quanpo was firmly grasped. This accuracy, this keen spiritual sense, this profound cultivation and skills are simply amazing.

Therefore, when they saw the light gray spring soul wrapped in the golden light shovel and returned to Fan Ling's hands, the onlookers around fell in love with Fan Ling's admiration.

"Xuantu Spring, the superior spring soul among the secondary spring souls!"

"Oh my god, in just a few sticks of incense, I've already consumed two breaths! 60,000 contribution points!"

"It's against the sky. If you dig it like this, I'm afraid the soul of the spring in the entire Lingquan forest will be hollowed out by him..."

"What kind of Sùdù is this? It's still a human!"

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Amidst the exclamations of the surrounding Rénmen, Fan Ling frowned slightly, and there was no happy expression on her face. There was even a very dissatisfied feeling on his face. With a slight movement of his hands, the white ball of light on his fingertips turned into a stream of milky white light and sank into the ground again.

Obviously, the mere three springs of the spring level did not meet his requirements. For a genius of Fan Ling's level, only two or even surpassed two is his pursuit.

And his ultimate pursuit of entering the Lingquan Forest this time is the Yishenquan of ice attribute.

Thinking of this scene, everyone's evaluation of him has risen to another level.

When the time for the two incense sticks passed again, and Fan Ling found a new place to dig out the third spring soul, the surrounding Rénmen even felt a little surprised.

I have to say that there is really a kind of person in this world who will make most other people feel that God is unfair. What is the proud son of the sky, what is the amazing talent, what is the overlooking of all living beings! Fan Ling is such a person! Under his light, it seems that all other people can only serve as foils!

"This guy... is simply the reincarnation of the Spring God!"

"Since Shengyu, He Shengliang! It is our sorrow to be in the same era as such a talent..."

"Hey... In comparison, that Chu Chen is really pitiful, being targeted by such a strong man."

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"Hey, by the way, Fan Ling has already dug out three spring souls. How many spring souls has that Chu Chen who bet with him dug up now?"

In the midst of everyone's sighs, a voice suddenly sounded, making everyone slightly taken aback.

At this time, everyone suddenly heard that there was such a gambling thing, because of the shock that Fan Ling brought to everyone, some people even almost forgot about it, and they suddenly remembered it after being reminded.

On the spot, some people with troubles rushed to Chu Chen's side to see what he had gained.

Under the towering giant trees in the Lingquan Forest, Chu Chen and Tang Rou took a leisurely look among several pale red giant trees.

His expression was very relaxed, his eyes focused on every inch of soil, every flower and plant, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the contrary, Tang Rou seemed a little restless beside him, her pretty face was a little more anxious, and after looking back and forth several times, she couldn't see anything at all.

"Hehe...the appearance is quite similar, but Fan Ling has already dug out three spring souls, but this kid has not dug out a mouthful. No matter how much he pretends, he will not be able to pretend."

Seeing Chu Chen's leisurely expression, someone snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

"Compared to Fan Ling, it's just asking for humiliation... Apart from other things, just every two sticks of incense can excavate a spring of Sùdù, which can be called the best in the world!"

"This kid doesn't have Zìxìn anymore. Anyway, he will always lose, just go around like this a few times to make sense."

"This kind of person knows at first glance that there is no spiritual perception at all. But having said that, losing to a young hero like Fan Ling is not such a shameful thing... just admit defeat..."

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Crying and sarcastic voices came to his ears, but Chu Chen remained unmoved.

With his disposition, he had heard such cynical words no matter how many times he had heard them, and he had already completely fallen on deaf ears.

It's just that Tang Rouxiu, who was next to her, frowned slightly, and looked at the Yaogong disciples who were pointing not far away, her face became more and more sullen, and she was also thinking about how to help Chu Chen get out of this predicament together.

Although she has always been brilliant in Chuchen, she still can't hide the fact that Tang Rou is also a genius. At this time, Tang Rou began to think seriously.

Just as she was thinking about how to communicate with Chu Chen, Chu Chen stopped.

Finally, after exploring the Lingquan forest for half an hour, Chu Chen finally identified a grassland with a radius of several feet. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened.

With a wave of both hands, he finally made his first move. Along with a series of pale white spells spewing out, the jade-white ordinary spirit shovel also gradually became larger and turned into a huge five-fingered palm that slammed into the ground viciously. middle.

The method of excavating the soul of the spring taught by Yao Gong is the result of countless predecessors' painstaking efforts, countless deductions, and evolutions. It can be regarded as one of the most effective methods in the entire world.

The fastest Sùdù can be used to drive the spirit shovel deep into the ground, as long as the accuracy of the monk is sufficient, once it is put on by this method, no matter how high the level of the spring soul is, it will be firmly grasped and cannot break free. Therefore, all the disciples of the Yao Palace have the same method of digging the soul of the spring, but because of the different attributes of personal spiritual power and the spiritual shovel used in their hands, the colors revealed are different, but the effect is the same.