"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Zhanming felt relieved when he saw Chen Feng's appearance.
"You can only blame your own bad luck." Zhang Zhanming didn't talk nonsense to Chen Feng, and looked past him at the still-spiritual grass with a burning heart.
As long as he can get this elixir, he will no longer have to be as cautious as before, and he will even become a guest of countless forces.
At that time, whether it is cultivation resources or rights and status, these will be at your fingertips.
With these thoughts in his mind, Zhang Zhanming's breathing became heavier and heavier, his red eyes were filled with confusion, and he walked towards the Spiritual Returning Grass step by step, with endless desire.
He was still murmuring: "What's mine, it's all mine. I can finally get what I dream of. It's so great."
"Hahaha, you bunch of trash, aren't you crawling at my feet now? You..."
Chen Feng watched Zhang Zhanming laughing crazily and kicked him directly in front of the Spiritual Returning Grass.
Zhang Zhanming fell to the ground and crawled toward the Spirit-Returning Grass in a state of embarrassment. He saw countless enemies struggling under his feet, wailing and begging for mercy.
As he continued to get closer to the Spiritual Returning Grass, countless roots sprouted from the ground, burrowing into his body and sucking his blood crazily.
The severe pain caused Zhang Zhanming to regain consciousness, and he looked at Chen Feng standing not far away with a face full of surprise.
"How could you?" Zhang Zhanming stared at Chen Feng, as if he had seen a ghost: "Aren't you injured?"
"I didn't say it, it's just what you think." Chen Feng looked at him expressionlessly, watching him being swallowed up bit by bit by the Spiritual Returning Grass.
There was a trace of fear on Zhang Zhanming's face, and he mobilized the spiritual energy in his body to leave here, but he couldn't move.
"Help...save me!" Zhang Zhanming stretched out his hand to Chen Feng, his eyes hopeful.
Chen Feng stood in the air and watched indifferently as he turned into a white skeleton and was completely pulled into the ground.
"Pa bang bang", there was a burst of applause, and more than a dozen people came out from around.
"Good acting." The leader stared at Chen Feng with a smile, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Chen Feng said nothing to them. This can only be blamed on Zhang Zhanming's own greed.
Even if he killed Chen Feng, he wouldn't be able to get the spirit-returning grass. There is no shortage of people fighting for this kind of heavenly and earthly treasure. Chen Feng's doing this can be regarded as allowing him to die early and be reincarnated.
"I won't say any more nonsense. I discovered this spiritual grass first."
"So what?"
Chen Feng didn't think that they would be so stupid that they could make him hand over the spirit-returning grass with just such a sentence?
"Not at all." Huo Junlin didn't talk nonsense and put forward his conditions: "As long as you give it to me, I will give you three red bird fruits and two red sand leaves."
"Do you think this thing is worth as much as the spiritual grass?" Chen Feng looked at them with a half-smile.
Huo Junlin was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "I was the one who was abrupt."
He openly admitted that this matter was indeed a test of Chen Feng. If he met someone who didn't know the value of the spirit-returning grass, wouldn't he make a profit?
It's just a pity that Chen Feng not only knows how much it is worth, but also needs this spiritual herb very much, so he won't hand it over no matter what.