"What am I?" Zhang Zhanming felt a little relieved when he looked at Chen Feng's appearance.
"It's all your fault for being unlucky." Zhang Zhanming didn't talk nonsense to Chen Feng, and he looked at the spirit grass and felt excited.
As long as he can get this spiritual medicine, he will no longer have to be as careful as before, and will even become a guest of honor for countless forces.
At that time, whether it is cultivation resources or rights and identities, these are all right and wrong.
Thinking of this in my heart, Zhang Zhanming's breathing became heavier and his red eyes were a little confused. He walked step by step toward the spirit grass, with endless desire.
He murmured: "Mine is mine, it's mine. I can finally get what I dreamed of. It's great."
"Hahaha, you bunch of trash are not crawling at my feet yet, you..."
Chen Feng looked at the crazy laughter and Zhang Zhanming kicked him directly and kicked the man in front of the Huanlingcao.
Zhang Zhanming threw himself to the ground, crawling towards the Huanling Grass in a mess. He saw countless enemies struggling at his feet and begging for mercy.
As he kept approaching the Huan Lingcao, countless roots grew from the ground, drilled into his body, and sucked his blood frantically.
The severe pain made Zhang Zhanming regain consciousness, and he looked surprised at Chen Feng standing not far away.
"How could you?" Zhang Zhanming stared at Chen Feng and saw a ghost: "Aren't you injured?"
"I didn't say it, that's just you think." Chen Feng looked at him expressionlessly, watching him swallowed by the Resurrection Grass bit by bit.
A hint of fear appeared on Zhang Zhanming's face, mobilizing the spiritual energy in his body to leave, but he couldn't move.
"Save...save me!" Zhang Zhanming stretched out his hand to Chen Feng, his eyes full of hope.
Chen Feng stood in the air, watching him coldly turning into a white bone, completely pulled into the ground.
"Papapapapapapa", a slap sounded, and more than a dozen people came out around.
"Good acting skills." The leader stared at Chen Feng with a smile, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Chen Feng said nothing about them, and it can only be blamed for Zhang Zhanming himself for being greedy.
Even if he kills Chen Feng, he will not be able to get the return spirit grass. There is no shortage of people to fight for such treasures of heaven and earth. Chen Feng's actions can be regarded as a way to die early and reincarnate early.
"I won't say much nonsense. I discovered this spiritual herb first."
“So what?”
Chen Feng didn't think they would be stupid. Just by saying this, he could hand over the return spirit grass?
"No." Huo Junlin didn't say anything nonsense and put forward his own conditions: "As long as you give it to me, I will give you three Vermilion Bird Fruits and two red sand leaves."
"Do you think this thing is worth more than the value of the spirit herb?" Chen Feng looked at them with a smile.
Huo Junlin was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I was abrupt."
He admitted openly that this matter was indeed he testing Chen Feng. If he met someone who didn't know the value of the spiritual herb, wouldn't he make a profit?
But it’s a pity that Chen Feng not only knows how valuable it is, but also needs this spiritual herb very much and will never hand it over anyway.