Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

As long as we can take a step forward, we will encounter the opportunity. On the attic close to the whole Antarctic Center, we can obtain the inheritance of powerful people, and it's no problem to present them.

"Hahaha, I got five hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum."

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

"Whoever dares to rob my elixir, I'll kill him today."

Many warriors and friars snatched and even fought one after another. For a moment, there were killing people everywhere., The whole South Pole became chaotic. Some warriors killed all sides in order to compete for the spirit grass, but soon he was killed by a stronger one, and then all the spirit grass in his hands changed their masters. There are also some smart people who quickly retreat when they get a spirit grass and dare not move forward. Although the more they move forward, the better the life of the spirit grass, it also means that it is very dangerous. It is easy to be killed with their strength, which is not worth the loss. After all, living 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 spiritual grass they get, which fully reflects what is called the law of the jungle. This is the winner's game. Failure means death.

The major forces didn't move at all. Their goal was the attic in the center. For them, it was a great opportunity. The spiritual grass outside was just a little temptation. The casual practitioners couldn't meet the elixir at all. Now they are naturally jealous when they see so many elixirs.

The ruins have been opened for a few minutes, and the door has become a river of blood. Under such temptation, someone will not be afraid of life and death, but just want a big chance.

"It's just a bunch of mole ants."

Ling Feng looked at those martial artists who wanted to get a big chance to rush in and kill, but he felt pity for them. The chance was not so easy to get. It depended not only on luck, but also on paying the price of bleeding. It was a dream to enter the fairy way smoothly. The road of cultivating immortals was so cruel. Here, the weak martial artists were insignificant, Ling Feng has been used to countless killings and cruel ways for 5000 years. This scene is nothing at all. Even in Ling Feng's eyes, they have been very kind.

"They're too scary, I'd better not go. It's better to stay here." Bing Ling said with fear. He felt that these martial arts were blinded. Everyone was cold-blooded and ruthless. It was too scary to see in the past. This kind of blood flowing into a river and the picture of fear made it difficult for Bing Ling to accept, even though he was a monk.

"This is a good opportunity to experience. You can't miss it. In addition, practice is robbing everything, that is, killing. There's nothing to be afraid of. If you want to practice, you should put away the pity that will hurt you at any time." Ling Feng said faintly.

If an immortal wants to compete with heaven for life, he cannot shrink back. If he wants to be a strong man, killing is a necessary course. This is the rule. Because every person standing high steps on countless heads, whether in the fairy world or on the earth, it is full of killing everywhere.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all." when hearing Ling Feng's words, Bing Ling shook her head and said that fear is all hidden in her heart, Hoping never to come out.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid. Just follow me. Those spirit grass are just tempting. You don't have to care. The real opportunity is in it." Ling Feng said, staring at the attic in the center. The spirit grass in front of her only has a life of hundreds of years. 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.