Martial God Asura Chapter 5623: Fatty White Chen Hui

Chu Feng went through the formation gate and came to a square.

The square is extremely vast, but it is already overcrowded. Almost every one of those people has an scroll, and they are working hard

And right now, people are still coming out of the formation gate behind them and falling into the square.

These people, without exception, are all junior World Spiritist, and they all hold a sickle in their hands.

This square is located on top of a mountain peak. The mountain peak is extremely high. When you come to the edge of the square, or rise from the sky, you can see the scenery below.

"Rice field?"

Chu Feng found that the mountain is surrounded by rice fields.

The paddy field stretches as far as the eye can see, but with ten mu as surface area, it is divided into countless pieces.

In the middle of each block, there is a house with a plaque on it.

The plaque of the house closest to the mountain peak has a name.

But in the distance, there are still many plaques that are still vacant.

唰——

Suddenly, a scroll flew towards Chu Feng and stopped in front of Chu Feng.

On the scroll precisely square, there is a scroll for each person.

Chu Feng opened scroll, and also knew the meaning of this sickle.

Everyone can choose a paddy field.

Cut off the ripe rice every day and hand it in to get cultivation Boundary Beads.

And the better the quality of the rice handed in, the more Jiezhu you will get.

And after thirteen days, the list will be announced, and the person who ranks first will get a Heaven rank Realm Bead.

As for the Heaven rank of Seven Worlds Saint Palace, it is a treasure second only to the holy level.

And, after the thirteenth day, the entrance trial will officially begin.

Chu Feng put away scroll, rose from the sky, and quickly flew away to the distance.

At the speed of Chu Feng's, soon there will be unoccupied houses and rice fields.

But Chu Feng still didn't stop, Chu Feng wanted to find a quiet place.

So he flew for a long time, until the bottom was full of unoccupied houses and rice fields, and then Chu Feng flew down.

He chose a rice field at random, and directly holding a sickle, he engraved his name on the sign of the house.

But Chu Feng did not directly start harvesting the rice in the field like others, but carefully observed the sickle.

Chu Feng has observed long ago that the rice on the paddy field is the same.

But why is there a difference in quality?

There must be a reason for this.

After observation, Chu Feng discovered that the sickle contained the power of formation technique.

Then holding a sickle in hand, he cut off a rice at random and carefully observed the rice.

There is no formation technique contained in the rice, but the grain on the rice is also similar to formation technique.

Of course, this is not easy to see, and normal people would not think of it.

Chu Feng feels that rice cannot be cut casually, and a method is needed.

And this method is suitable, that is, it needs to combine the grain on the rice and the formation technique on the sickle.

The more perfect the combination, the higher the quality of the rice.

When Chu Feng began to think about it, the time passed much faster, and two hours passed quickly.

It was already sunset when Chu Feng came, and it was already late at night.

At this moment, a figure flew over.

It was a white and fat man. Like Chu Feng, he did not wear a World Spirit robe, but he was wearing a black robe.

After seeing Chu Feng, he flew down directly.

He didn't say hello to Chu Feng, but directly left the word Chen Hui on the house next to Chu Feng.

"There are so many places, why should I choose this place?" Chu Feng asked.

"I said brother, where to choose, this should be my freedom, right?" Chen Hui was smiling when he spoke, but in fact his tone was very tough.

But the key point is that what he said is very reasonable, this is indeed his freedom and right.

Chu Feng is in a bad mood now, and she really wanted to find a place of peace, so she chose this place, but what Chen Hui said was right, this is indeed her freedom.

So Chu Feng stopped talking, but let him stay here.

Chen Hui held a sickle in his hand, and then flicked his fingers, Swish Swish swish——

The sickle fluttered, but in an instant, all the rice on his field was cut off by him.

While not showing it on purpose, he casts formation power instead of Martial Power.

So Chu Feng still found out that the strength of this Chen Hui is not weak.

Bailong God-cloak is naturally incomparable with Chu Feng.

But looking at the juniors, he is definitely at the top. If he goes to the Eastern Region, he will be a genius who can walk sideways, and can suppress all the juniors in the Eastern Region.

After the Chen Hui finished harvesting the rice, he went into his house to rest.

Because the room has its own insulation formation, Chu Feng can't see what Chen Hui is doing, and of course Chu Feng doesn't really care what he does.

As for Chen Hui, he doesn't care what Chu Feng does either.

After he entered the house, he did not go out until the next morning.

At this time, the rice that he had harvested yesterday grew again.

He looked at Chu Feng and found that Chu Feng was still sitting there, watching the rice on the field.

In the Chu Feng's rice field, there is no harvested rice.

"Hey, brother, you didn't harvest yesterday, did you?"

"Then I want to remind you that this rice is newly grown president every day, if you don't cut it, it will be a waste." Chen Hui said.

Chu Feng ignored him, but stood up and stretched his muscles.

As for Chen Hui, according to yesterday's appearance, with a wave of his sleeves, he will reap all the rice of today in an instant.

And the rice harvested yesterday was neatly placed aside.

After doing this, he is ready to enter the house.

But when he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Chu Feng in surprise.

Because Chu Feng is already holding a sickle and starting to harvest.

The difference with him is that Chu Feng is holding a sickle and harvesting in the most primitive way.

"Oh, brother, it's really unnecessary."

"This is Seven Worlds Saint Palace, it's useless for you to make a superficial set, people only look at result."

"Don't look at me just harvesting, it looks casual, but in fact I used tricks."

"Look at the rice I harvested. It can be said that it retains the most complete aroma of the rice. This quality can be exchanged for more Realm Beads."

"World Spiritist, you still have to rely on your strength to speak, don't engage in formality, you are wasting your time, if people Seven Worlds Saint Palace Elder see it, they will think that you are a bad character, and you will only use your brain."

Then Chen Hui advised Chu Feng.

Chu Feng ignored Chen Hui, Chen Hui felt that he was playing with formalities.

But Chu Feng knows that he is corresponding to formation technique, and each rice corresponds to it in a different way.

Therefore, the best results can only be obtained by cutting by hand.

But the disadvantage is that it will be slower.

Seeing that Chu Feng refused to listen, Chen Hui shook his head and walked into the house.

The Chen Hui harvested the ten acres of land in an instant.

As for Chu Feng, all the rice is harvested from sunrise to sunset.

At this moment, Chen Hui came out of the house.

Seeing that Chu Feng had finished harvesting the rice and looked at the sky, he smiled meaningfully.

"Hey, brother, you should delay for a while, as far as I know, Elder will come to harvest rice in a while."

"You have worked hard all day, but Elder didn't see you, isn't it a waste of trouble?"

Chu Feng ignored him and sat down directly.

After a day's work, Chu Feng felt that he still lacked some thing and should improve it.

And Chu Feng found that this kind of thinking gave him a new understanding of Spirit Formation technique. This kind of understanding continues to stack up, and it will be a matter of time before he breaks through the new realm.