Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

As long as we can take a step forward, we will have a chance. On the attic close to the whole Antarctic Center, we will be able to obtain the inheritance and presentation of the powerful.

"Ha ha ha, I got 500 years of Ganoderma lucidum."

"This colorful pearl is mine,. It's all mine. "

"Whoever dares to take my elixir, I will kill him today."

Many warriors and monks scrambled and even fought. For a moment, there were killing people everywhere. The whole Antarctica became chaotic. Some warriors killed all sides in order to fight for the spirit grass, but soon he was killed by a stronger one, and then all the spirit grass in his hands changed their owners. There are also some smart people who get a spirit grass and quickly retreat, and dare not move forward. Although the more they move forward, the better the life of spirit grass is, it also means that it is very dangerous. With their strength, it is easy to be killed, so the gain is not worth the loss. After all, being alive is more important than anything.

There are also many powerful teams that go further. They kill all the way and rob all the way. The more spirit grass they get, which fully reflects what is called the law of the jungle. This is the game of the winner. Failure means death.

It's just that they don't have a chance to see the magic medicine in the attic.

The ruins have been opened for a few minutes, and the door has been flooded with blood. Under such temptation, there must be people who are not afraid of life and death, just want to get a big chance.

"It's just a bunch of ants."

Ling Feng looks at the warriors who want to get a big chance to rush in and kill, but he thinks they are very pitiful. Chance is not so easy to get. It's not only a matter of luck, but also the cost of bleeding. It's a dream to enter the fairyland all the way smoothly. The road of cultivating immortals is so cruel. Here, the weak warriors are insignificant In five thousand years, Ling Feng has been used to countless killing and all kinds of cruelty. This scene is nothing at all. Even in Ling Feng's eyes, they are very kind.

"They are so terrible. I'd better not go. It's better to stay here." Bingling looks at the scene in front of her eyes and says in fear. He thinks these warriors are blinded. Everyone is cold-blooded and merciless. It's terrible to see the past. This kind of bloody and scared picture makes Bingling hard to accept, even though he is a monk.

"This is a good opportunity to practice. You can't miss it. Besides, practice is to plunder everything, that is to say, to kill. There's no fear. If you want to practice, you have to put away the pity that will hurt you at any time." Feng Ling said lightly.

If they want to fight for life with heaven, they can't shrink back. If they want to be strong, killing is a necessary course. That's the rule. Because everyone standing on the high ground is trampling on countless heads, no matter in the fairyland or on the earth, it is the same, and everywhere is full of killing.

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid at all." Hear Ling Feng's words, ice Ling shakes her head and says, he says fear all hide in the heart, hope never come out.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid. Just follow me. The spirit grass is just tempting. You don't have to care. The real chance is in it." Ling Feng stares at the loft in the center and says that the lingcao in front of her is only a few hundred years old. It's just a little medicinal. It's nothing to her, and there's no need to pick it. It's a waste of time.