Su Zimo's current Qinglian true body, even if it doesn't use any energy and blood, is much more powerful than any low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon!
This low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon was like soft mud in his palm, which he could handle casually.
Su Zimo weighed the black iron ball in his hand and looked at Duan Tianliang playfully, with a faint smile on his face.
Su Zimo is laughing.
Duan Tianliang was about to cry.
He never expected that a country bumpkin who had just ascended and knew nothing would turn out to be a ruthless person!
If this person wanted to crush him to death, it would probably be as simple as crushing a chicken to death!
Even with the power of a third-level or fourth-level Mysterious Immortal, this method can't be accomplished, right
"Boss Su, I was wrong!"
Duan Tianliang made a plop, knelt down on the ground, bowed his head.
The path of cultivation, no matter which world it is in, is not an act against nature, and every step is dangerous.
He has been able to cultivate to this point and ascend to the upper world by adapting to circumstances and adapting to the situation. In his opinion, dignity and other things are just external things.
Living is the most important thing!
In his life, he had knelt down and bowed to countless people and had countless people step on his feet, but in the end, he had the last laugh and ascended to the upper world.
"Boss Su, I am ignorant and don't know your methods."
Duan Tianliang slapped himself hard and said, "I am really overestimating my abilities. I don't know the heights of the world, and I actually wield a sword in front of you."
"You are the bright stars in the night sky, the bright full moon, and the little I can do is like the light of a grain of rice!"
Duan Tianliang blurted out these flattering words without even thinking about it, as if he had said them countless times.
Su Zimo remained unmoved and looked calm.
Those who can ascend to the upper realm, even if they only survive nineteen heavenly tribulations, are the unparalleled talents of the lower realm. How can they succumb to others so easily
Su Zimo's eyes were deep and he said quietly: "You'd better not do any tricks. If you let me know, I will knead you into being like it!"
Su Zimo pointed to the black iron ball in his hand.
Duan Tianliang was so frightened that he trembled all over and looked horrified.
He actually had some other thoughts and was planning to escape from this place first and then make plans.
But now, after hearing these words, Duan Tianliang was really scared!
"Boss Su, you are joking, how is this possible!"
Duan Tianliang hurriedly said: "From now on, I will obey you. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west!"
"Okay."
Su Zimo nodded and said, "Go help me plant the more than ten acres of spiritual fields outside."
Duan Tianliang's expression froze.
After he broke through to the second level of the Xuanyuan Realm and was promoted to deacon, he never farmed in person.
"What, you don't want to?"
Su Zimo raised his eyebrows.
"willing!"
Duan Tianliang was agitated and blurted out: "I am so willing! I should be the one to do this kind of field thing! It is simply a supreme honor to gain the trust of Boss Su!"
"Okay, it's nothing important. Don't disturb me during this time."
Su Zimo said lightly and threw the black iron ball in his hand to Duan Tianliang.
Duan Tianliang caught it, a flash of physical pain flashed deep in his eyes.
A good low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon has now become such a big iron egg.
"Go down."
Su Zimo waved his robe sleeves lightly, his figure fluttered, and returned to the bamboo bed.
Duan Tianliang, as if he had been granted amnesty, backed away and muttered: "It's like smoke rising from my ancestral graves to get the opportunity to farm for Boss Su. I'm really lucky and have no regrets in this life..."
Soon, Duan Tianliang exited Su Zimo's thatched cottage and gently closed the door.
The flattery on his face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes darkened.
Duan Tianliang stared at the door, his expression changing, uncertain.
After a while, Duan Tianliang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around to leave.
In his heart, he was still dissatisfied!
However, the situation was pressing, so he planned to endure it for the time being and look for another good opportunity.
Duan Tianliang came to the destroyed spiritual field, gritted his teeth, bent down, raised his big buttocks, and began to plant.
At this time, it was already noon.
Many medicine farmers in Fengxueling have already gotten up and went to explore the spiritual fields under their jurisdiction.
Some cast spells to spread rain, while others remove weeds.
"Eh? Isn't that Fatty Duan?"
"It's strange. That spiritual field should have been planted by the new brother Su. Why did Fatty Duan go to the field himself?"
The drug farmers who saw this scene looked surprised and marveled.
The news spread from one to ten, and soon, all the medicinal farmers nearby heard about it and came over to watch the excitement.
"Deacon Duan, why are you still farming by yourself? This spiritual field should belong to Brother Su?"
Another deacon from Fengxueling couldn't help but ask.
Duan Tianliang glanced at Su Zimo's thatched cottage full of resentment.
He acted extremely submissive in front of Su Zimo, but he didn't want to admit it in front of others.
Duan Tianliang coughed lightly and said: "After all, this new little brother was seriously injured and has difficulty moving. If we wait for him to recover from his injuries, I don't know how long it will take."
"We in Fengxueling are all one family. As the deacon of Fengxueling, I help him plant it in advance. It's only natural that I should do it."
"Yu Gong, if you plant the two kinds of fairy grass earlier, they will mature earlier. It will be a good thing for Fengxueling and all of us!"
Duan Tianliang's words were touching and touching.
However, when these words came out of Duan Tianliang's mouth, they seemed a bit strange.
"Did the fat man take the wrong medicine during this period?"
"I don't know why he is so angry, but he is so kind."
Many drug farmers whispered.
"its not right!"
At this moment, Lao Yan rushed over and said: "I just came back from Brother Su yesterday. He took the eldest lady's elixir and his injury has healed!"
"I do..."
Duan Tian was scolding his mother in his heart, wishing he could stuff the Wanjun ball in his storage bag into Lao Yan's mouth!
"Brother Su has only recovered from his external injuries, but his internal injuries will still need to be nursed back to health for some time."
Duan Tianliang explained bravely.
"Old Duan."
Another deacon stepped forward and said: "Show me your Wanjun brick again. This time I have saved some Yuan Ning Dan and am going to replace it with a Xuan-level low-grade magic weapon."
"Get out!"
When this matter was mentioned, Lao Duan's face darkened and he cursed loudly.
The deacon looked confused.
Duan Tianliang looked at the crowd with an ugly expression on his face, and shouted: "It's gone, it's gone! What are you looking at here? You don't need to take care of your spiritual field!"
Many medicinal farmers shook their heads and dispersed.
The deacon looked confused and had no idea why he was in trouble.
If it had been a normal day, Fatty Duan would have proudly taken out the treasure and showed it off in front of everyone.
Su Zimo was sitting in the thatched hut.
Qinglian's real body has amazing ears, and he could clearly hear what Duan Tianliang said in the spiritual field.
However, he did not expose it.
As long as Duan Tianliang doesn't make any small moves, Su Zimo doesn't care about this kind of thing.
Now, his most important thing is to recover his cultivation level as soon as possible.