Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 142: Lin Tuo’s test
"Rumble..."
When the sand fell to the ground like a waterfall, even if Lin Tuo lowered the landing height, there was still a loud bang.
Especially when the dirt-laden landscape tree lands on the ground.
"Hula la." Zoom in on the map to the extreme, then use transparent hands to plant trees with large chunks of soil, and level the sand...
He thought about putting the flower pot directly, but the height was not suitable, so he had to toss it down.
The only problem is that I’m not sure if this landscape tree can live...well, even though it only takes a few days, I don’t need to mind.
But he thought for a while, or through his body, he took some water from the river far away from the sand table and created a lake to nourish the giant tree.
Because of the long distance, separated by a vast wasteland, the vibrations here were annihilated after a certain distance, and no one witnessed this strange sight.
However, as long as people rushing to the wasteland are close to the surrounding area, they will naturally be attracted by this tree that shades the sky.
This is enough.
Thinking of this, Lin Tuo carefully controlled the clone to drag a wooden house and placed it under the trees, which was built by the settlers in the wasteland.
After all this was done, he withdrew his hand in satisfaction.
"The rest is waiting."
Thinking about it, Lin Tuo washed his hands in a good mood, pushed the door to Huaxi’s room to check the translation progress, and then watched the little girl work seriously with a sullen face, and became more happy.
Translation is different from copying. Even the condensed content is still quite a bit.
In order to be in line with the characteristics of the times, Lin Tuo also specially asked for the vertical arrangement...not to mention the elaborate details of the words.
In short, the speed is extremely unpleasant.
Even if Huaxi worked hard, it still did.
After all, this is not a simple copying. Lin Tuo estimated the progress and calculated it in his heart, and found that it would take at least several days to complete the translation.
This speed is already overtime.
After getting this result, Lin Tuo returned to the sand table, looked at the monks who were extremely fast, and couldn't help frowning:
"Too fast."
Yes, too fast.
Just stayed in Huaxi for a day, and when he returned, he found that the Qintian Supervisor's team had come to the edge of the desert.
Although the carriage is no longer suitable for the next road, basically it can only be walked, but considering the physical strength and feet of the practitioners far beyond ordinary people, I am afraid that this group of people will be able to reach it in a few days.
By the time the translation work has not been completed, it will be a bit embarrassing...
Partial life, time can only be accelerated, not delayed.
"Sure enough, do you have to stop it?" Lin Tuo thought seriously, thought a little, turned around and took out a small electric fan from the drawer.
The pink ones are still gadgets bought on the desk at work.
There is a USB socket attached to the back.
"Well, this should be fine." Thinking about it, Lin Tuo sent the fan into the outermost mask of the sand table, clamped it with the holder of the flashlight in the sandbox No. 1 last time, and plugged in the power bank to supply power.
Adjust the angle and press the switch.
"Huhuhu~" The little fan whirled around, and a breeze sent it into the wasteland.
……
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"All candidates get off the bus and follow the team!"
The speed of the galloping horse with the blood of the monster is indeed amazing.
When Lu Tang was awakened from his lethargy and jumped out of the car following the flow of people, he found that the western horizon had almost completely submerged into the horizon in one day.
On the endless wasteland ahead, it looks extremely desolate.
"Bring supplies, keep up!"
With a dazed effort, Lu Tang was ordered, put on a backpack, and then joined the flock of candidates, followed by the Qin Tianjian team headed by Wang Xundao, and walked straight into the wasteland. go with.
"So, this is how martial arts practice is really?" someone muttered.
Some people can't help but say: "Isn't they not in groups, everyone will go together? How do you rank?"
An official of the Qin Tianjian next to him happened to pass by and glanced at the candidate indifferently after hearing the words:
"Do you really think it’s so easy to keep up with the team? Remind you, when you really hit the road, remember to seize all the time to practice and restore your strength, otherwise, no one will wait for you if you are left behind."
After speaking, the official turned his head and left.
Lu Tang stood by and said nothing, just glanced at the candidates of the same generation, then looked at the wasteland ahead.
The so-called wasteland is semi-desertified land, endless and unsuitable for plant growth.
There are still some small plants and trees in some areas, but not many. Some areas are covered with sand, and others are bare rock.
At this moment, the red sun is falling to the west, and there is a sense of grandeur and majesty.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows lightly and let out a whisper, and he saw that the front of the horizon seemed to turn yellow suddenly, and the world became muddy.
"Wellness..." The horses also felt agitated and restless as if they had foreseen something.
The powerhouse of the Qintian Supervisor and many examinees also discovered the anomaly and looked forward with horror. Not long after, they saw the wind blowing in the sky and the sand and coming oncoming.
Ahead, Wang Xun watched the mad sand silently, fearlessly, and said: "Everyone, go!"
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"Whhhhhhhh..." The strange gale blowing from the north swept the sand and dust of the wasteland, all of a sudden, even the vision was blurred.
It is dozens of miles away from the Qin Tianjian team.
A white-haired figure has also stepped into the wasteland, and immediately raised his hand, vigorously, resisting the yellow sand, but the speed of his feet was also forced to drop significantly:
"Is it a normal celestial phenomenon? Or Haotian's test?" His eyes moved, no longer thinking, and he stepped forward.
……
It is not only the Qin Tianjian who has stepped into the wasteland, but also the white-haired demon race. When the star map came to the world, many people and demons were attracted.
Don't mention those who are too far away, but a large number of monks who are not part of the Qin Tianjian near the capital are also ready to move, pack their bags, or go in groups, or step into the wind alone.
Similarly, some bold monster races also came, but compared to humans, they were far less.
One is that the quantity is scarce.
Secondly, as the black-haired monster said, combined with the previous and subsequent news, if this is really an opportunity, it is probably also a human opportunity.
If there really is a "first demon slayer", then any demon who reaches the end of the wasteland will die without a burial place.
Furthermore, even if we don't talk about this, it is difficult to face the elite Qin Tianjian led by Wang Xundao.
Therefore, compared to humans, the monsters entering the wasteland are unexpectedly rare.
"I don't know how many can be reached."
Leaving the mountain study room, Lin Tuo silently watched the etheric lines rising on the wind and sand blowing on the earth, and couldn't help but think of it.
The wasteland is cold and hard to tolerate, and it is almost difficult for ordinary people to walk through it. Even monks need to practice, spit out, and restore their physical strength.
So, with the help of the etheric thread, he can clearly grasp the location and progress of those monks.
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For the next two days, Lin Tuo's life is very regular.
Huaxi is busy translating and copying books every day.
Lin Tuo spent part of his time discussing the details of the translation with Huaxi, and he also kept abreast of the progress of this group of people.
Based on the principle of slower than fast, the fan keeps blowing.
The effect is also very significant. The speed of the entire team has dropped greatly. In addition, from the distribution of the ether line, he also judged that as time passed, some people gradually began to give up and turn back.
Among them, the scattered monks were the most. When the time came to the third day, even the team of the Qin Tianjian began to appear out of touch.
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In the wasteland.
"Rest in place!"
As a command came from the front, Lu Tang and other candidates were relieved. Some people fell down, and some even swallowed with a water bag, and then began to cry miserably.
At this moment, it was only the third day, but some of the candidates could not bear it.
Not only because of the eternal wind and sand, but also because, under the leadership of Wang Xundao, there is very little rest time.
During the day, except for a few breaks, the rest of the time is on the road. The Qintian Supervisor's elite ranks are high, physical and strong, and he can naturally handle it, but many candidates can no longer withstand it.
High-intensity walking, at first, some people will talk in the wind and sand.
But when the first day is over, they are so tired that they don't have the thought to speak.
By the third day, many people have reached their limit.
In fact, Lu Tang felt that if he hadn't followed the big army, half of them would have given up and returned after the first day.
Too bitter!
Too tired!
The wind and sand constantly draws away the water and spirit in the body.
The Qintian Supervisor's team hardly cares about the candidates. They just walk and rest at a certain point. Some people can't keep up and ignore it.
Although so far, there have been no deaths as in previous martial arts exercises, and no one has even been injured.
The decline in physical strength and the devastation of the spirit have begun to make some candidates with weaker temperament and strength unbearable.
No one in the team thinks the trial is easy anymore.
"I don't know how many people will be able to survive in the end." Lu Tang thought, cross-legged on the ground, pinching the dampened water bag, silently, meditating, rested and regaining his strength.
About a cup of tea, the order to hurry came again.
Lu Tang opened his eyes and got up. At this moment, he heard a cry:
"I can't compare! I can't walk anymore! I give up!"
He turned his head and saw an examinee collapsing on the ground not far away, approaching the monk of the Qintian Supervisor.
The monk had a calm expression, as if he had already expected it, he glanced at him, then looked around: "Is anyone else going to give up?"
Hesitated for a while, but no one answered.
The monk continued:
"The team will not stop. Those who want to rest can choose to wait for the team to return here, return to Beijing together, or turn back on their own. The Wukao ranking will also be entered accordingly."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without any muddle. The candidates who watched this scene were at a loss.
Lu Tang watched this scene quietly. After a short while, he followed the team to move forward, leaving only about dozens of candidates hesitating, slowly falling behind, and finally stopped and stopped following.
Not long ago, I was drowned in the wind and sand.
Ahead, a young Qintian monk was slightly unbearable:
"Just leave them behind? Will there be a problem?"
An older monk has a cold tone:
"Which martial arts test is not more cruel? In the past~IndoMTL.com~ In the past, many candidates were killed by wild beasts and demons. At least they have not been killed or injured yet.
As for whether we can go back alive, this is not a question we have to consider.
Some candidates really think that it’s not a trial if they don’t fight?
I feel that this trial is better than before. As usual, there is a component of luck, but this time, it seems simple, but it can screen out really good seed.
Whether it is physical strength or will. "
After a pause, he patted the young monk on the shoulder, and said solemnly:
"Let's go, this is a trial for them, why not for us? You know, in this season, there has never been such a big sandstorm in the wasteland."
"You mean..."
"Perhaps, this is God's test of us."