Chapter 93 Count the Harvest

Lu Ming was as fast as the wind and used the Dragon And Snake Steps to the extreme. Although he was only a low-grade yellow footwork, he was still very fast under Lu Ming's strong true anger.

Within a few minutes, the figure of Tabizi's youth was seen.

Hearing the news, young Tabizi looked back and was almost scared out of his wits.

How could it be so fast? Was Zheng Qian killed? He had thought that Zheng Qian would be able to resist at least one hundred and eighty moves.

"Ah! Ah! Don't come over!"

Tabizi young man ran wildly, shouting in his mouth.

But Lu Ming was getting closer to him.

Young Tabizi could not escape.

Plop!

At this moment, young Tabizi suddenly stopped, then turned around, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Please, please don't kill me. As long as you let me go, I won't say a word about what happened today."

Young Tabizi kept kowtowing and shouting.

"Why should I believe you?"

Lu Ming said with a sneer on his lips.

"I can swear, I swear, I will never say it out. If I say it out, I will die a horrible death!"

Tabizi young man swears to god.

"Okay, I can give you a chance."

Lu Ming suddenly smiled coldly and kicked.

Touch!

This kick directly hit Tabizi young's dantian and dispersed his cyclone.

"Ah! You ruined my cultivation. Didn't you say you wanted to give me a chance?"

Tabizi young man let out a heart-rending scream.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a chance."

Lu Ming grabbed Tabizi's neck and walked towards the dead volcano like a chicken.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the war had just started.

At this time, all the stone pickers had fled.

"You... What are you trying to do?"

Tabizi asked in a trembling voice.

"It's very simple. You go ahead and find your way, but you are not allowed to walk on the other side of the road that has been explored."

Lu Ming pointed in the direction of the dead volcano and said faintly.

In an instant, young Tabizi's face turned pale and his voice trembled. He said, "Isn't the road to the dead volcano exposed? Why do you want me to explore the road? No, I won't."

"Don't you like to ask someone else to help you find your way? Now I want you to try it yourself. If you don't want to go, then I'll send you and your brothers and sisters together now."

With a wave of Lu Ming's spear, the awn of the spear burst out, and a cold killing intent enveloped the young man Tabizi.

"No, no, you can't do this to me. It's a crisis. I'll die if I go. There's no life or death. I beg you, let me go."

Tabizi young man was covered in cold sweat and his body was trembling.

He shuddered at the thought of those stone pickers who had been burned to death one by one.

Previously, he watched others explore the road, he gloated, high above, as if watching an ant struggling to death, without a trace of compassion.

When it was his turn now, he was more afraid than anyone else.

"This is your only chance. My patience is limited. I'll count to three. After three, if you don't go, then you don't have to go."

Lu Ming's voice was extremely cold.

What better way to deal with such a person than to treat him with his own methods?

"One!"

"Two!"

"I'll go, I'll go!"

When lu ming was about to say three, Tabizi young man finally couldn't bear the pressure and shouted, then his trembling body walked forward step by step.

The more he walked, the more trembling his body became. When he walked more than 100 meters, a stench came out, and he was scared to pee.

Boo!

Suddenly, a stream of air rushed out from under his feet.

Tabizi young man was scared out of his wits. He shouted and fell straight down.

Lu Ming frowned and walked up to look, speechless.

Tabizi young man's face was livid and lifeless. He was scared to death by the heat.

Lu Ming shook his head, then walked back to pack the loot.

These were Shifang sword sect disciples. There must be a lot of valuable things on them. Lu Ming wouldn't miss them.

While searching for trophies, they devoured their blood and essence.

After the search, Lu Ming exited the area and returned to the outer area, then entered Supreme temple and began refining the blood.

Now that Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the eighth level of a martial artist, the essence and blood of a martial artist below the eighth level of a martial artist have little effect on him.

Only those with eight or more weights can be of some help.

After refining all the essence blood of the Shifang sword sect disciples, Lu Ming's cultivation had a certain improvement, but it was not very big, and it was still a distance from the mid-eighth stage of the martial arts master. After refining the essence blood, Lu Ming began to count the loot.

His hand moved and two storage rings appeared.

Two of the Shifang sword sect's disciples had a storage ring, which was a great surprise.

One was from Zheng Qian, the other was from the young man with the ninth degree of martial arts.

Then his mind moved and a pile of things appeared in Supreme temple.

First, Lu Ming counted the bank notes.

"Why is it so little?"

After counting, Lu Ming frowned slightly.

More than twenty Shifang sword sect disciples had a total of four million taels of silver on them.

More than four million taels of silver. It may seem like a lot, but it depends on where it comes from.

More than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples had at least six levels of martial arts. On average, each of them was less than 200,000 taels, which was a small number.

On second thought, Lu Ming was relieved again.

Normally, like him, the extra money would be exchanged for contribution points, then exchanged for useful resources to improve his strength.

Most of the Shifang sword sect's disciples were the same. They left some spare money on their bodies and exchanged the rest.

After packing the money, Lu Ming looked at the other things.

Some scattered elixirs were not worth much. Lu Ming piled them aside and finally, his eyes fell on a few books.

"Wild waves cut," a low-grade yellow sword skill.

"Teng Yun Bu," a top yellow martial art.

"Mixed yuan gong," a top-grade yellow grade technique.

Lu Ming was overjoyed by three consecutive martial arts and martial arts.

Generally speaking, disciples of the sect like them rarely have martial arts and martial arts manuals on their bodies, because the general martial arts and martial arts manuals are rented to the sect Library hall to practice.

There is a certain time limit, and when it comes to a certain time limit, it has to be returned.

Of course, there will be exceptions, because some people will get some adventures, will get some kung fu and martial arts secret books, these kung fu secret books, are their own private.

Like these, most of them were privately owned by Shifang sword sect disciples.

Among them, "The Teng Yun Bu" was obtained from the young man who was a martial artist with nine weights.

If these three books of martial arts and martial arts were sold, they would be worth at least 56 million taels of silver.

It's really profitable.

But when Lu Ming's eyes fell on the fourth book, he was shocked.

"Fiery King Kong Formula," the body building technique.

(The end of this chapter)