Early the next morning, after breakfast, Jin Ling brought the dry food and water that had been prepared last night, carried a hatchet, and a rope made of iron wire and old vine wire were woven in his waist, and followed the team members of the three groups down the mountain.

Today is the day when the three groups go down the mountain to chop wood.

The place to collect firewood is not above the Tianji Peak in Beihai. You have to go down the mountain first to reach a nearby mountain called Baiyue Peak. Go down the mountain first and then go up the mountain. Just a round trip, you will have to walk more than 60 miles.

Although the road down the mountain is steep, it is still easy to walk, and four people can walk in parallel. Along the way, the scenery is very beautiful, and Qian Dong kept explaining to him about the "Eighteen Scenery of Heaven", "The Sky of Heaven and the Dawn", "The Hundred Miles of Linyi", "The Luanfeng Turns Back", etc.

Looking back at the grand sect and magnificent scenery of Shanhai Sect, Jin Ling couldn't help feeling like he was in a dream.

Go down to the bottom of Tianji Peak, and go west through the northern wasteland of Tianji Xiancheng for fifteen miles. Another mountain appeared in front of him, with the top of the peak also covered with snow. But from the bottom of the peak to the middle, the trees are extremely lush. Looking at the past, towering ancient trees are everywhere.

This is Baiyue Peak, which is also the backyard of Shanhai Sect. There is a mountain and a timber farm at the foot of the peak, and there are also posts for the logging field. After passing through the post,

Through the deep forest, they found a rugged mountain road. They walked up the mountain road and crossed the dense forests. After more than ten miles, they came to a strange forest. The forest was about dozens of miles long and several miles wide, occupying almost the entire mountainside. Some disciples from other outer sects have already cut down in the forest.

I could faintly hear many tigers and apes roaring in the forest. It was obvious that there were a large number of wild beasts and monsters living in the forest. However, it seemed that these monster beasts were used to the activity areas of Firewood Team disciples. I didn't see half of them coming to disturb me along the way.

Looking closely, the forest is very strange, with only one kind of tree growing: iron sandalwood.

The trunk of the iron sandalwood tree is tall and its branches are like swords. The wood is tight and its texture is as hard as gold and iron. It has a faint smell of sandalwood on it, hence the name. It is also a good material for weapons such as ****, sticks, etc. There is also a trunk forest in Qinglin Fairyland in the Northern Jin Kingdom.

After killing the Vajra Demon Ape, Qinglin Fairy Township transported a batch of iron sandalwood to Jinyuan every year until the expiration of the period.

However, compared to here, the iron sandalwood in Qinglin Xian Township is much smaller, and the quality of the iron sandalwood produced is much worse than here.

Jin Ling knew that iron sandalwood was more solid than fine iron, and it was extremely difficult to cut down. The immortals in Qinglin Fairyland spent all their immortal power alone, and at most one tree a day was cut down. I wonder what the hardness of the iron sandalwood in this place was?

He had never cut down such ironwood himself, and he didn't know how he felt.

Thinking of this, I pulled out the hatchet and aimed it at the thickest iron sandalwood to use the power of the immortal power, which was a knife.

"Bang!" With a sound of nearly metal and iron, he was shocked by the huge recoil force and took several steps backwards. The iron knife could not hold it and flew back several feet away. He also fell to the ground with a fall, looking at his hands and mouths that were so shocked that he almost lost consciousness. There was only a white mark on the dark iron sandalwood in front of him.

Even its bark has not been cut down.

Qian Dong and others had expected that they would have looked like "I knew it would have been like this" and watched the show one by one.

Lin Zheng held a hatchet and gestured on the edge of a sandalwood: "It should be done like this. First, slash lightly and forcefully, split a thin mark on the bark, and then slash it down with all your strength." After the demonstration was made twice, Jin Ling understood.

Even if you master the skills, you need to grasp the application of immortal power carefully during the cutting process. If you are not careful, the hatchet will get stuck in the cut gap and you will try your best to get it out.

The hardness and weight of this iron sandalwood are completely beyond expectations.

After all, Jin Ling was a beginner. By the end of the morning's cutting, he only cut off one tree.

The immortals in other groups basically cut down more than five trees. Even Qian Dong cut down six trees.

Jin Ling looked at his grades and said with a bitter face: "This tree is too hard."

Everyone laughed, but there was no intention of ridicule, but encouraged him: "Young brother, you don't have to blame yourself. It is amazing to cut down a tree of iron sandalwood one morning on the first day. I remember when Qian Dong first came, he spent five days of hard work and effort, and he tried hard to get one down!"

Everyone laughed, Qian Dong blushed and cursed, "Who still laughs? I won't sell him the person who laughs in the future!"

Everyone didn't take it seriously and was still laughing. After taking a break, eating some dry food, he rested under the tree. This rest period was the entire time, about an hour. The main work in the afternoon was not to cut down trees, but to cut down the trees into wooden strips in neatly sections, which also took a lot of time. Then tie the firewood strips and back on their backs.

This iron sandalwood is not only hard, but also extremely heavy. The length of his arm has actually weighed hundreds of kilograms. The total weight of the firewood strip in the tree that Jin Ling cut down may have reached a thousand kilograms. It is as heavy as a small hill behind him. Fortunately, his immortal power is deeper than the same level, and he is not much more than a high-level immortal. Finally, he can barely grit his teeth and can bear it.

Others basically carried at least 2,000 kilograms of firewood, and basically carried light weight, chatting and laughing. The firewood that Hong Zheng carried was even more than 5,000 kilograms of firewood.

"It's indeed Shanhai Sect. Even if it's a firewood team, the immortal power is so powerful." Jin Ling could only comfort himself in this way. "Not to say anything else, chopping firewood like this every day is also a way to practice immortal power."

On the way back, he still fell far behind. After all, he was a beginner. It was one thing to have hundreds of pounds of immortal power, but it was another thing to carry a thousand pounds of things and go down the mountain for dozens of miles.

However, he forced himself to withstand his strength, not to help others, nor was he afraid that he would endure it, no matter how hard or tired he was, he would just keep pace.

Finally returning to the firewood team, throwing the firewood on his shoulders down, Jin Ling fell to the ground with all his might, breathing hard to recover. Even though he had never done such a high-intensity work in the countryside of the grassland village.

The shoulders were swollen and extremely painful. There were several areas where the skin was worn out, but the healing speed was very fast, and only a little red mark was left after a little time.

These are not the most important things. Overdrawing of physical strength and immortal power is the most uncomfortable.

It is not possible to rely solely on physical strength to carry it all the way. You have to use the whole body to support the immortal power. In the end, the pain of exhausting the immortal power is purely supported by the strength of the body. The pain is so heart-wrenching.

It's really a life-threatening one.

Each iron sandalwood weighs more than a thousand kilograms. From chopping wood to transporting it up the mountain, the whole process was fully exerted, and the immortal power was exhausted. Every time it was consumed, he tried his best to squeeze out one or two points from all over his body, digesting it hungrily. It continued over and over again. He gave himself the feeling that he squeezed himself into a "human kill" along the way. But every time he was almost "human kill", he could survive in a desperate situation.
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