When the sand fell to the ground like a waterfall, even if Lin Tuo lowered the landing height, there was still a loud bang.
This is especially true when the landscape tree with dirt falls 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 not sure if this landscape tree can live... Well, even though it only takes a few days in total, it doesn't matter.
But after thinking about it, he still used the body to take 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 the vast wasteland, the vibration here was annihilated after a certain distance, and no one witnessed this strange scene.
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 manipulated the clone to drag a wooden house and placed it under the trees, which was built by the settlers from the wasteland.
After all this was done, he satisfactorily withdrew his hand.
"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 his mood became more and more happy.
Translation is different from copying. Even the condensed content is still quite a bit.
In order to conform to the characteristics of the times, Lin Tuo also specially asked for the vertical arrangement...not to mention the elaborate details of the words used.
In short, the speed is extremely unpleasant.
Even if Huaxi worked hard, it still did.
After all, this is not a simple copy. 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, it's too fast.
After staying in Huaxi for a day, 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 and basically can only walk, 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 arrive in a few days.
By the time the translation work has not been completed, it will be a bit embarrassing...
Partial birth, time can only be accelerated, not delayed.
"Sure enough, do you have to stop it?" Lin Tuo thought seriously, thought about it, turned around and took out a small electric fan from the drawer.
The pink ones are still gadgets bought on the desk during work.
A USB socket is connected 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.
To adjust the angle, press the switch.
"Huhuhu~" The little fan whirled around and sent a breeze into the wasteland.
...
...
"All candidates get off the bus and follow the team!"
The speed of the galloping horse with the blood of the monster race is indeed amazing.
When Lu Tang was awakened from his drowsiness and jumped out of the car following the flow of people, he found that the big sun on the western horizon had almost completely submerged into the horizon.
On the endless wasteland ahead, it looked extremely desolate.
"Bring supplies, keep up!"
With a dazed effort, Lu Tang was ordered to carry 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.
"So, martial arts exam practice is really like this?" someone muttered.
Others couldn't help but said: "Aren't you in groups, everyone will go together? Then how do you rank?"
An official of the Qin Tianjian nearby just passed 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 fall 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 some are bare rock.
At this moment, the red sun is falling in the west, quite a sense of grandeur and vigor.
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.
"Seriously..." The horses were also agitated as if they had a premonition.
The powerhouse of the Qintian Supervisor and many examinees also discovered the anomaly and looked forward with horror. After a short while, they saw the violent wind blowing over the sky and sand and coming oncoming.
Ahead, Wang Xun silently looked at the mad sand, fearlessly, and said, "Everyone, go!"
...
"Huhuhu..." 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 was 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 sharply:
"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 Qintian Supervisor that has stepped into the wasteland, nor is it only the white-haired demon race. When the star map came to the world, many people and demons were attracted.
Those who are too far away are not mentioned, but a large number of monks who are not part of the Qintian Supervisor near the capital are also ready to move, pack their bags, go in groups, or step into the wind alone.
Similarly, some bold monster races also came, but compared to humans, there were too many.
One is that the quantity is scarce.
Secondly, as the black-haired demon clan said, combined with the news before and after, if this is really an opportunity, it is probably also a human opportunity.
If there really is a "primary demon slayer", then any demon who reaches the end of the wasteland will die without a place to be buried.
In addition, even if we don't talk about this, it is already a difficult task to face the elite Qin Tianjian led by Wang Xundao.
Therefore, compared with 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 on the wind-sand-wrapped earth, and couldn't help thinking of it.
The wasteland is bitter and cold and cannot tolerate a leisurely journey. It is almost difficult for ordinary people to pass through. Even a monk needs to practice, breathe, and restore physical strength.
Therefore, with the help of the etheric thread, he can clearly grasp the location and progress of those monks.
...
For the next two days, Lin Tuo's life was 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.
In 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 Qintian Supervisor's team began to appear out of touch.
...
In the wasteland.
"Rest in place!"
With an order coming from the front, Lu Tang and other candidates were relieved, some fell, and some others 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 was on the road. The Qin Tianjian's elite ranks were high, and he was naturally strong in physique and will. However, many candidates could not stand it anymore.
High-intensity walking, at first, there will be people talking 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 had reached their limit.
In fact, Lu Tang felt that if he hadn't followed the large army, half of them would have given up and returned after the first day.
too bitter!
too tired!
The wind and sand continue to draw away the water and spirit in the body.
The Qintian Supervisor's team almost didn't care about the candidates. They just walked and rested at a certain point. Someone couldn't keep up and would ignore it.
Although up to now, there have been no deaths as in previous martial arts exercises, and no one has even been injured.
However, 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 thought the trial was easy.
"I don't know how many people will be able to make it in the end." Lu Tang thought, cross-legged on the ground, pinching the dampened water bag, silently, meditating, resting, and regaining his strength.
After a cup of tea, the order to hurry came again.
Lu Tang opened his eyes and got up. At this moment, he suddenly heard a cry:
"I can't compare! I can't walk anymore! I give up!"
He turned his head and saw that an examinee not far away collapsed on the ground and said to the monk Qin Tian.
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?"
There was a hesitation, 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 return on their own, and the Wu Kao ranking will be entered accordingly."
After speaking, he turned around and left without any muddles. The candidates who watched this scene were at a loss for a while.
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 after, the pair was drowned in wind and sand.
Ahead, a young Qintian monk was slightly unbearable:
"Just leave them behind? Will there be a problem?"
Another older monk had a cold tone:
"Which martial arts test is not more cruel? In the past, many candidates who died in the martial arts test 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 is 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 wilderness.
"what do you mean……"
"Perhaps, this is God's test of us."
