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024 Conditions for Unsealing

Qianlong Lee wanted to fight, but there was a big gap between the public realm and the signing realm. The gap between the network writers in the public realm and the network writers in the signing realm is more than just identity.

If the power of the public realm writers is like a car, the power of the contracted realm writers is like a tank.

There was no comparison between the two, and no amount of hard hitting by a car could break the tank's defenses, let alone really fight.

The harshness of reality had long since smoothed out the edges of Qianlong Lee, who now saw no light or hope. Every day was just a mix of eating and dying, and maybe this time he would soon be banished from Sevenoaks.

Qianlong Lee cautiously observed the surroundings, and there was no one around the mine.

Newcomers who practice fast are also practicing hard to get rid of their public authorship. Even if there is free time, it is mostly practice. There was time to meddle, and there was no one around Qianlong Lee.

Thankfully, no one found themselves slacking off, and all Qianlong Lee heard was the whoop of work. Qianlong Lee picked up the shovel that had fallen to the ground, clasped it in both hands, and pounded it against the hyacinth.

The powerful force of the backlash made Qianlong Lee's mouth tingle with iron conviction, Qianlong Lee's mind, all focused on digging.

The only thing on his mind was that he had to knock Hyundai off. So much so that Qianlong Lee's whole spirit was in overdrive. Qianlong Lee swung his shovel hard, hitting the ore as hard as he could.

The clanging sounds were unrelenting, Qianlong Lee's blood was boiling, and any lingering resentment at not being able to break through the signing was focused on the shovel in his hand.

Qianlong Lee's anger swelled as he looked at the Hyundai iron ore in front of him. He frantically waved his shovel and mouthed, "Get down on the street, get down on the street! Qianlong Lee, why are you such a loser, you've disgraced your parents!"

Qianlong Lee hammered away again and again with all his might, digging up the mystified iron ore that used to take half a day to dig up in less than two hours.

When the last of the links on the hyundai iron ore broke, a slapping piece of hyundai iron ore was knocked down. Qianlong Lee's body fell limp to the ground like noodles.

Never before had mining been so quick. But Qianlong Lee was bitterly disappointed. Excavating the mystified iron ore is a long work.

Excavation of hyundai iron ore takes a lot of physical effort every day, just not for long. The result of today's madness would be nothing more than weakness and inability to continue.

Luckily, closing time was almost up. Otherwise, playing for your life like Qianlong Lee won't recover for at least a few hours. That didn't add up to a slow dig. Throw away the shovel at will, and no one will steal it. Qianlong Lee stood up and trudged to the Hyundai Iron Mine in front of him.

This hyundai iron mine that has been dug up must be removed. If you leave it here, it's not part of the day's work. That would be a waste of the day's work, so it had to be taken down.

Hyunite is usually small, about the size of a ping pong ball. He was a composite of various substances, a jumble of them, extremely heavy. A small piece, about the weight of a shovel, no wonder it was so hard to dig.

To knock down the Hyundai iron ore into the basket prepared with him, a day only knocked down a piece of Hyundai iron ore. At this rate, the task of $100 a month would never be accomplished, and Qianlong Lee could only grimace.

"Obtain enough basalt iron to open the first seal." Then suddenly a voice rang in Qianlong Lee's ear, startling Qianlong Lee into looking around and seeing that no one else was around.

Looking at the Eastern Magic Pen hanging from his waist, Qianlong Lee wondered, "Is it talking, basalt iron can open the first seal, what is basalt iron?"

Qianlong Lee was full of doubt, and the presence of the voice was eerie.

darksteel. . . . . . darksteel. . . . . . Is it some kind of alchemy material!

No wonder Qianlong Lee felt a little familiar when he first heard of basalt iron. Qianlong Lee had heard of the extraction of basalt iron, but he didn't think it was very useful at the time, so he didn't care!

It occurred to Qianlong Lee that he had chastised Lu for telling him a lot about alchemy when he had been stealing spells from the mountains.

And I seem to have heard that basalt iron is derived from basalt iron.

Qianlong Lee struggled to pick up the Hyundai iron ore on the ground with both hands, his eyes falling on it. The surface of the Hyun Iron Mine was pockmarked, not like it was a treasure. A startling thought bubbled up inside him.

Hyundai iron ore, difficult to say this hyundai iron ore can be refined basalt iron, but how to refine it?

After all, the extraction of ore is to tripod furnace can not extract basalt iron from thin air. Caressing the surface of Hyundai iron ore, Qianlong Lee's expression was excited. In the end, Qianlong Lee kept his eyes fixed on the Hyundai iron ore while controlling the Eastern Magic Pen to collect it.

The ore in his hand disappeared in a flash, and Hyun's iron ore was safely stored in the eastern pen.

Qianlong Lee, a spirit, suddenly noticed a change in the Eastern magic pen around his waist. The basalt iron, which had shown a need of five hundred, had turned into four hundred and ninety-nine.

Did Qianlong Lee's hands tremble? Qianlong Lee felt a rush of joy, it seems that Hyundai iron ore can be refined basalt iron.

A piece of myrtle iron can extract a piece of myrtle iron. That is to say, just enough to scrape together five hundred pieces of hyundai iron ore, may be able to break the first seal of the eastern magic pen!

It would take about two hundred and fifty days to dig two pieces of hyacinite a day.

If your body recovers, you should be able to dig out at least five pieces a day, maybe more. In that case, perhaps a year or so at the most can be unsealed Eastern magic pen!

Qianlong Lee at this point is just a partying network writer with no intelligence. Can only touch the edge of the network writer's road, but he will not be a waste of wood network writer forever. Maybe just break the seal of the Eastern Magic Pen and learn about it.

Then maybe Qianlong Lee could become a legend, a legend of his own, just like the legendary God-level web writers.

After three years of crap, the blood that I thought had worn off was starting to burn again.

After a moment of daydreaming, Qianlong Lee's mind returned to reality. Now he had the immediate problem on his mind, seventy pieces of hyacinth iron ore to go before the end of the month, but he was simply not up to the task at hand.

Seven Up is no pushover, especially when it comes to public level web writers like him.

The public for three years, if not for the basic work of mining. I'm afraid all that awaits him is to leave! And there would be no time to collect enough hyacinite before then.

Don't! Qianlong Lee's heart screamed that he had seen hope, but the loss of purpose beyond his reach was unbearable. And just as tiredness and exhaustion hit, Qianlong Lee collapsed to the ground in a fit of weakness.

Just then, familiar footsteps sounded and a goofy smile appeared in front of Qianlong Lee's face. Tiedan Chu's arm smacked straight into Qianlong Lee's shoulder.