Withered yellow grass is a high-level spiritual grass, and it has an unparalleled effect on even those at the highest innate level.
Who is not jealous, who doesn’t want it?
These ancient warriors were only a small group of people who were chasing after them. If other people knew that Withered Yellow Grass was here, they would definitely drop everything they were doing and rush over like crazy without hesitation.
In just an instant, the atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited, and everyone fell into madness.
The sword flashes, the blood rains.
This place has simply become a hell on earth.
Twenty or thirty ancient warriors got into a crazy melee over a withered yellow grass.
At this time, there are no friends, only enemies.
Whoever gets the withered yellow grass is the enemy.
Whoever can persist to the end, the withered yellow grass will belong to him.
Broken arms were cut off one after another, and lives were harvested one after another. The level of madness is simply unimaginable.
This is definitely the largest ancient martial arts melee in the history of the secular world. I dare not say that it is unprecedented, but it is definitely unprecedented.
Wang Fan felt a little numb when he saw this scene. He did not dare to rush forward, but instead pulled Song Rumei some distance away.
The scene was really too cruel. Even if he wanted the withered yellow grass very much, if he rushed forward now, he would be seeking death.
"Wang Fan, I don't want the withered yellow grass anymore, I just want to be with you. Even if my mother comes or my senior sister comes, I will never leave you. Take me away, let's go back to Jinzhou and live a good life.
, okay?"
Song Rumei nestled in Wang Fan's arms and said with tenderness in her eyes.
"Okay, but we still want the withered yellow grass. We suffered such serious injuries because of the withered yellow grass, why don't we want it?"
Wang Fan said, took out the silver needle and quickly pierced Song Rumei's body.
In just an instant, Song Rumei's injuries were stopped and her external injuries were almost healed.
Of course, there is nothing that Wang Fan can do about internal injuries, but compared to her previous state, Song Rumei is much better now, and her combat effectiveness has been restored by at least 30%.
"Mr. Song, if you believe me, you can go ahead and wait for me at the Hongcheng Hotel. Once I get the withered yellow grass here, I will go and find you immediately."
Song Rumei listened to Wang Fan's words, her eyes were a little sad, "Wang Fan, is the withered yellow grass really that important to you? Is strength really that important to you?"
"I'm not afraid that you will swallow up the yellow grass, I'm afraid that you won't be able to go back. If I had known that the yellow grass would cause such madness, I would never come to disturb this muddy water. Let's go back, okay? I'm afraid something will happen to you
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Wang Fan grabbed Song Rumei's hand and kissed her forehead, "Strength is really important to me. I have not avenged my revenge and offended so many people. How can I do it without strength?"
"Don't worry, I will do what I can and will never make fun of my own life. If there is a chance, I will snatch it. If there is no chance, I will never take action."
"Okay, then you must be careful." Song Rumei sighed helplessly. She knew that there was no point in trying to persuade Wang Fan anymore.
"Well, remember to wait for me at the hotel. I'll go find you when I'm done here." Wang Fan said.
Song Rumei nodded, stood up, took a deep look at Wang Fan, and then left.
Although some people saw Song Rumei leaving, they didn't care. What they cared about was the withered yellow grass.
Wang Fan was relieved when he saw Song Rumei leaving.
He regained his strength while watching the fight at the scene.
It wouldn't matter if he hadn't seen the withered yellow grass. Now that he has seen it, he will never give up.
What's more, the two-leaf Zhilan he finally obtained and even the spiritual herbs he snatched from Yan Zhenliang are still in his backpack on the ground. How can he leave willingly?
If he leaves at this time, he will really be left empty-handed.
The melee at the scene was coming to an end. The original twenty or thirty ancient warriors were dead and injured, and only the last five were left standing.
These five people are all in the middle stage of congenital stage, and their auras are somewhat weak.
After another person was killed, the other four stopped fighting at the same time and turned to look at Wang Fan.
Obviously, they are not fools, nor do they want Wang Fan to become a fisherman.
"Boy, don't think about the idea of killing yellow grass the day after tomorrow. You are not qualified yet."
"Now if you get out now, I won't care about your previous rudeness and will give you a way to survive. If you don't get out, then don't blame us for being rude."
One of the Xiantian mid-termers looked at Wang Fan and shouted coldly.
What is withered yellow grass? Is it something that can only be acquired? If Wang Fan still wants to be a fisherman, then stop dreaming.
"What this big brother said is that I can leave, but before I leave, can you take my backpack?"
"I don't want to get my hands on the yellow grass, and I don't want the yellow grass. It's just my thing. There will be no problem if I take it back, right? What do you think?"
Wang Fan slowly walked towards the four of them, nodded and bowed and asked cautiously.
"Your backpack? Stop dreaming! Get out of here or not. If you don't get out, then keep your life." When the mid-level Xiantian heard Wang Fan's words, he almost laughed out loud.
If an acquired grasshopper dares to negotiate terms with him, he is simply seeking death.
"I'm out, I'm out." Wang Fan said tremblingly, lowered his head and started to retreat.
Seeing Wang Fan retreat, the four Xiantian mid-termers couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. I guess this guy was sensible, otherwise, they wouldn't mind joining forces to kill Wang Fan.
But the next second, their expressions changed.
With a bang, Wang Fan, who was retreating, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the two backpacks crazily.
Wang Fan's speed was extremely fast, almost to the extreme.
"Seeking death!" The expression of the innate mid-level man closest to the backpack changed drastically, he roared wildly, and he punched Wang Fan directly.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and sneered. While he was in mid-air, his right leg flew up, drew an arc, and kicked hard towards the head of the middle-stage Xiantian.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
Wang Fan used 90% of his strength on this kick, and his momentum was astonishing.
Feeling Wang Fan's offensive in the middle stage of Xiantian, his face changed drastically. It seemed that he never expected that a mere acquired peak player could actually kick such a stunning kick.
He subconsciously started to retreat and stretched out his hand to block. But as soon as he finished all this, his expression changed again.
Wang Fan's right leg turned unexpectedly, and his toes pointed towards the backpack on the ground.
"You bastard, you are looking for death!" At this time, how could the innate mid-termer not know that he had been fooled?
He blew his beard and glared angrily, and mustered up his momentum to kill Wang Fan, but at this moment, Wang Fan suddenly punched him.
The moment Wang Fan punched out, his palms spread out, and a pile of dirt slammed into the eyes of the middle-stage Xiantian.
Wang Fan quickly grabbed two backpacks, turned around and ran away.
"Shameless boy, if I don't kill you, I will never be a human being!" The mid-level Xiantian covered his eyes and roared angrily.
His anger could literally burn down an entire snow mountain.
When Tangtang was in the middle stage of his innate life, it was just a matter of being teased by an acquired ant, and he was also tricked by the soil. This was simply a shame.
What made him vomit blood even more was that no matter how angry he was, he could only endure it now because he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone chase Wang Fan.
The other three mid-level Xiantian came to their senses, and Wang Fan had already grabbed his backpack and shot into the distance.
They were just stunned for a moment and then chased after him without hesitation.
As for the innate mid-termer who was trapped, they didn't even pay attention to it.
They also secretly resented that this useless middle-level Xiantian could not even deal with Wang Fan.
If they had known this, they would have taken action together.