The smoke and dust dissipated, and Ling Luo also saw the whole picture of the thatched hut clearly, there was no bed, only a hardwood board on the ground, on which was placed a porcelain bottle, and next to the porcelain bottle was a note with two words written - Spirit Seed.

Ling Luo leaned down, picked up the porcelain vase, poured out one, and put it in the palm of his hand.

The seeds are brownish-black, unusually shriveled, indistinguishable from tiny gravel on the ground.

She closed her eyes and probed into a trace of spiritual power, checking the life fluctuations within the spirit seed.

It's too weak, almost nothing.

If you want to use ordinary methods to breed a spirit seed into a spirit root within seven days, it is simply difficult to ascend to the sky.

That's what she's been doing for seven days.

Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh deeply, his gaze drifted to the corner of the room, and he saw a hoe.

The corners of her eyes twitched.

Forget it, if it comes, it will be safe. Because of Yu, she had a reason to win.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo's eyes flashed with hope, she stepped forward to pick up the hoe and walked into the wasteland outside the hut.

Just do it!

Ling Luo raised his hoe with both hands and smashed it against the cracked and barren land, starting with hoeing and turning the ground.

And yet—

"Bang"!

When the hoe landed on the ground, there was a deafening sound. This wasteland is as hard as a rock.

And the hoe in Ling Luo's hand also collapsed directly because of the rebound force of the hard ground, and his arm was numb.

She looked at the ground in disbelief, what the hell was this?

"No, it must have been an illusion just now, do it again." Ling Luo cheered himself up.

She picked up the hoe again, condensed her pure vitality on her arms, and with a glint of light in her beautiful eyes, she let out a loud cry, and then hoeed down the field hard.

"Bang"!

Louder, sharper sounds were heard.

This time, because Ling Luo used too much force, her entire body flew out with a hoe.

Not only did she fail to hoe the field, but she landed on the ground with her farts and fell painfully.

Ling Luo rubbed his farts and thighs, frowning, and muttered, "This land is really evil. ”

When the pain was a little better, Ling Luo stood up again with full vigor and clenched his hoe.

"Sure enough, the task of the first class is extremely difficult, even if it is farming, it is not sloppy. Last time I used five points of vitality, this time I will use ten points! ”

However, in vain.

Ling Luo tried again and again, slashing again and again, but unfortunately it was useless, let alone turning over the soil, and there was not even a trace of crack left in the wasteland.

Ling Luo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, almost helpless.

She had been busy for more than an hour, and when she looked at the sky, the sun had already set.

Forget it, let's take a good rest, store your physical strength, and think carefully about countermeasures.

Ling Luo replied in the thatched house, his eyelids drooped helplessly, can you really sleep in this kind of place?

She swept the hard bed board on the ground, then took out two pieces of clothing from the black jade space ring and threw them on it, and lay down.

It's so hard –

It hurts all over my body.

But I have to say that under the stimulation of pain nerves, people's brains are always extraordinarily bright.

What should we do with the wasteland outside the door?

Suddenly, a light flashed through my head.

Even if she can't hoe the ground, she can get rid of the weeds first, don't the farmer uncles like to burn the weeds with a fire, and then use them as fertilizer, and then sow the seeds?