Chapter 90 The Weak Are like Ants

A big living person, instantly turned into coke, this scene is really horrible.

The other stone pickers trembled with fear when they saw them.

But the Shifang sword sect disciples were calm and even indifferent.

"Mark the place you just passed."

One of the Shifang sword sect disciples, a slightly dark-skinned, grim-faced young man, ordered.

This grim young man was Zheng Qian, brother zheng, whom the Shifang sword sect disciples had previously called.

He did not even look at the stone pickers. In his eyes, these stone pickers were nothing but ants and tools for use.

His eyes were fixed on the dead volcano in front of him.

"According to the records left by my ancestors, this is the right place. Fire spirit milk, I must get it. As long as I get the Fire spirit milk, my body will definitely be able to cultivate to the second grade. In that case, my strength will increase greatly, and I will definitely be able to win ten consecutive wins on the bronze stage and be on the bronze list."

"It's not only the second grade, but also the third grade. Three hundred years ago, our ancestors got the Fire spirit milk here. Now three hundred years later, the volume of the Fire spirit milk must have accumulated a lot. If we had enough, it wouldn't be impossible to break through the third grade. Haha, in that case, How far can I go?"

Zheng Qian thought enthusiastically.

"Yes, brother zheng!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple responded, and then a ball of white powder was thrown out, sprinkled on the place that the big man had just walked, forming a safe route.

"Now, you, go and find your way."

The Shifang sword sect disciple pointed to a young man in his twenties.

The young man's face turned pale, his face filled with despair and cold sweat, and he cried out, "I beg you, let me go, I beg you."

"Ah hai, young knights, please let ah hai go and let me take his place. He's still young!"

A gray-haired old man walked out, fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed.

"Grandpa, no, you can't go!"

Cried the young man.

"Let me come, let me come. Please let ah hai go. He's still young!"

The old man did not seem to hear the young man and continued to kowtow.

"Oh? What a loving pair of grandsons and grandsons. All right, I'll just let you go. Old man, go and explore the way!"

A Shifang sword sect disciple with a flat nose waved his hand.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't go."

The young man cried out, tears streaming down his face.

"Ah hai, grandpa is getting old. It doesn't matter anymore, but you have to live."

The old man warned the young man, and then walked forward without looking at him.

The young man looked at him in despair.

Two hundred meters ahead, the big man walked past, very safe, the old man passed smoothly.

At this point, the old man carefully avoided the place where the lava had been sprayed and continued to move forward.

But before he could walk a hundred meters, when the old man stepped on the ground, the ground suddenly cracked and the old man fell directly.

Then, there was a shrill scream, a few breaths, and no sound.

"Grandpa!"

The young man roared in despair.

The others were even more flustered and pale.

"Mark it!"

Zheng Qian continued to order.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Clouds of white powder were thrown out to mark the path to safety, and dangerous places were also marked.

"You, it's your turn. Go up!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple pointed at the young man before him.

The young man's face changed drastically and he cried out, "Just now, my grandfather had already taken my place. You... Why did you still ask me to go?"

"Replace you? I never said he went instead of you. He asked to go first. Of course, I have to satisfy him. Now it's your turn."

The Shifang sword sect disciple with a bad nose said coldly with a playful look on his face.

The other Shifang sword sect disciples looked at him with indifference.

"No, no, you can't do this. You can't do this. I won't go. I won't go."

The young man shook his head and hissed.

The other stone pickers were silent, not daring to say a word, for fear of being noticed by Shifang sword sect disciples.

"Not going?"

The Shifang sword sect disciple's face turned cold and smiled grimly, "You're not going, are you? If you don't, I'll send you on the road now to accompany your dead grandfather."

With a wave of the War sword, the young man was enveloped in an icy murderous atmosphere.

The young man's eyes were filled with fear, but he still moved forward trembling in the end.

When the young man walked a few meters forward, he suddenly ran crazily to one side.

"You want to run, you want to die!"

A Shifang sword sect disciple with a flat nose shouted, exhaled, held his sword in both hands, and chopped down at the young man who had escaped.

Whew!

A sword burst out and immediately cut the young man in half across a distance of tens of meters.

"I told you, you go ahead and find your way. There's still a chance to live. If you want to escape, you have to die."

The Shifang sword sect disciple sneered, then pointed and said, "You, go find the way."

The person who was pointed at walked out in despair, trembling forward, hoping that he was lucky enough to reach the end.

But the result was still death.

In this way, one by one, they picked up stones to explore the road, and one by one, they died in the lava of fire.

But the safe route was slowly detected.

The closer they got to the volcano, the more dangerous it was, and the more unstable the ground was.

More than 30 stone pickers died in an instant.

At this time, about 100 meters away from the dead volcano.

A few more people were called forward to investigate, and finally, a complete and safe road appeared.

"Young knights, can we go now?"

The remaining ten or so stone pickers were asked in a low voice.

"Go? Go where? The news here can't be leaked."

Said Zheng Qian, who had not spoken.

"What... What? What do you mean?"

The stone picker's face changed greatly.

"What do you mean? You're all going to die!"

Tabizi Shifang sword sect disciple smiled grimly.

"No, no, you said you would let us go as long as you found a safe way out. You can't do this. You are disciples of the Shifang sword sect. You have to be trustworthy."

"Please!"

"No, I don't want to die. I curse you and you will die a horrible death!"

More than a dozen stone pickers had already given birth to hope, but now their faces were full of despair and they started shouting wildly.

"Curse us? You know we are disciples of the Shifang sword sect. Who dares to kill us?"

Tabizi Shifang sword sect disciple sneered.

"Eh? There's a man over there, coming this way."

Suddenly a Shifang sword sect disciple called out.

The others couldn't help but look over there.

Behind the right, a young figure was walking towards this side step by step.

This figure, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was slender and had a delicate face, but his eyes were extremely cold and frighteningly cold.

This young man, of course, was Lu Ming.

(The end of this chapter)