Although there is little soil shavings, it is better than not. Zhou Jin gathered the soil shavings and put them carefully aside. He frowned and looked at the ground, clenched his fists, and punched them down!

This time I used a pure sting learned from the island. This time, Zhou Jin used a fist. Although the sharpness was not enough, the strength was extremely strong. With a loud bang, a shallow pit was smashed on the ground, and more soil shattered this time.

Zhou Jin took a deep breath, stood up straight, bent his body, and slashed his palm and sword with the momentum. This time he used the throwing skills he learned from the island to exert all his power, and then cut it down for the purest slash. The scratches on the ground became deeper and more broken soil.

Did the old man arrange the purpose of planting trees this time? Zhou Jin felt that he had understood the purpose. After several powerful attacks, a small handful of broken soil could be collected on the ground. If he wanted to fill the basket and hit the tree to the point of watering, he would continue to do so.

Zhou Jin calmed his mind and began to move. Every time he used his throwing magical skills, he used all his strength to the extreme, and then alternately used the slash and sting containing pure murderous intent.

The land is extremely tough, and there will be a huge recoil force after each heavy blow. Zhou Jin feels that his body is about to be shaken off.

But Zhou Jin was able to persevere, and he felt that these were all training. As long as he persisted, he would definitely gain a lot of rewards.

He cut down with one palm and punched the ground. Every time he hit the ground, the soil was broken more than last time. Zhou Jin clearly felt that the internal energy of his body became more and more uniform, as if the sand and soil were sieved over and over again, the texture became more and more fine and even, and it became more and more convenient to control it. The internal energy of his body became more and more integrated with the body.

The process gradually progressed, and the impact of each blow on Zhou Jin was getting smaller and smaller. Zhou Jin understood that this was not to say that the recoil force was less, but because the texture of the force became more and more uniform and integrated with the body. The recoil force from the ground was not only taken away by the wrists and arms, but also directly from the whole body. Therefore, Zhou Jin's movement frequency became faster and faster, and the soil chips on the ground were also increasing.

It is really beneficial. If you continue to hit again and again, your defense ability in battle will become stronger and faster and faster.

However, Zhou Jin did not keep hitting him in a state of mind. When he saw that the broken soil could fill the basket, he stopped. The scattered broken soil crumbs would definitely fall apart when they were put into the basket. Zhou Jin first gathered the broken soil into a pile of soil, then went to the water to pick up a handful of water, returned to the side to pour it on the soil, first mixed with a ball of mud, and then wiped the crude basket with the mud, blocking the gap, and then putting the other broken soil into it.

When the basket was filled, Zhou Jin went to the water to pick up water and poured it in. When the soil in the whole basket became wet, Zhou Jin stopped.

Now there is soil and water, and there is a basket full of baskets. The conditions for planting trees are enough. Zhou Jin is about to pick up the basket and go back. As soon as he moves, the basket does not move at all. The basket, which is less than one foot tall, is filled with soil. It weighs at most ten pounds in the world, but Zhou Jin feels that this basket full of soil may weigh several hundred pounds and can only be moved with internal force.
Chapter completed!