Like a conditioned reflex, Lin Feng directly pocketed the Blood Crimson Pearl.
Don't reveal your wealth in vain, especially the blood crimson pearl.
In order to perfect their body, those blood killers will do anything. Killing is just a common occurrence for them. Even the six-blood killer E Lu was brutally murdered. Lin Feng did not think that his strength could compare with the six-blood killer.
"There is no one." Lin Feng was wary of his surroundings and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
I searched for it thousands of times among the public, but I didn’t look for it deliberately but got a big deal. The most important thing is
No one knows it exists.
"Returning safely to the land of blood mist, this bloody crimson pearl is at least worth..."
"600 billion Niemer coins."
Lin Feng smiled.
This time, my harvest amounted to trillions of Nime coins.
"A Feng?"
The sound coming from not far away made Lin Feng pause.
Looking around, he saw eight blood killers gathered together in a huge formation.
"Brother Bing." Lin Feng greeted with a smile.
I didn't expect to meet Brother Bing here. After all, Brother Bing is a fourth-blood killer and doesn't know the secret of blood crimson. Looking at the eight blood killers, almost all have injuries on their bodies. The only one with weak breath is Tizhou Ninth Level.
It's only as strong as the second or third level.
"It should be a team of four-blood killers." Lin Feng quickly guessed.
Basically, six-blood killers are in teams of two or two, and five-blood killers can range from two or three to four or five. After all, if there are too many people, it will be easy to cause chaos and disputes, and the efficiency and profits will be greatly reduced.
"I didn't expect you to really come, Brother Bing." Lin Feng's figure flashed past and came directly to Qi Bing.
Xue Jiang might be coming, but Brother Bing told him that he did mention that day that he wanted to find out the secret of Xue Jiang, but he never encountered it again.
"I told some of my ideas to some of my companions, and they all felt interested, so they came together." Qi Bing looked Lin Feng up and down. He said curiously: "It's normal for me to come here, but Feng, you..." He hesitated, Qi Bing said
Can't figure it out.
He knew Lin Feng's strength.
The front end of a three-blooded killer. The tail of a four-blooded killer. How did a person come to the depths of the blood mist forest?
"Ah Bing, is this brother very unfamiliar?" asked a young man holding a sword.
"Brother Huang, he is the super newcomer I often mention to you, Lin Feng." Qi Bing introduced with a smile.
"300 billion new people!?" Everyone around was shocked.
Qi Bing hummed lightly. His eyes fell on Lin Feng, and he suddenly asked in surprise: "A Feng, when will you join the No. 3 Blood Tower?"
Lin Feng glanced at his chest and smiled: "Boss Qian Luo gave it to me."
Boss Qianluo!
Everyone around him suddenly became respectful.
Qi Bing suddenly nodded and murmured: "No wonder, by the way, Afeng, are you alone?"
Lin Feng responded lightly.
"How can that be done?" Qi Bing looked worried and said: "In this way, you can act together with us, and there will be multiple people to take care of you."
The words just fell.
"Ah Bing, this won't work."
"Yes, Ah Bing. How will the profits be divided then?"
"Friendship is friendship, don't break the rules."
…
There are many people with multiple incense burners, and everyone is unwilling to do so.
In particular, Lin Feng obviously does not have enough strength. No matter how famous the name of 300 Billion Newcomers is, he is just a newcomer.
Instantly, Qi Bing's face turned pale.
"No need, Brother Bing, I appreciate your kindness." Lin Feng came to Qi Bing's rescue. Of course, he couldn't join their team. Looking at everyone, Lin Feng said: "Forgive me, junior. The blood has reached its peak. The blood is now at its peak."
The energy of the fog is the strongest, and the ferocious monsters are the most excited and crazy. It is very dangerous for you to go in now."
A group of four-blood killers. Indeed, they are comparable to five-blood killers. You don’t need to be afraid when encountering mid-level ferocious beasts.
However, on top of the mid-level ominous monsters, there are still high-level ominous monsters!
Now is the time for violence.
"You can survive. Can't we survive?" one of the young men sneered.
"Listen to what he is talking nonsense over there, how can it be so scary? There are so many six-blood and seven-blood killers here, and many fierce monsters have been killed long ago. I haven't encountered any powerful fierce monsters along the way.
.”
"Xuejiang is at its peak now, how can we miss this great opportunity!"
"Stop dawdling, let's go!"
…
Everyone spoke to each other with disdain and ridicule.
Lin Feng smiled indifferently, knowing that he was speaking softly, but what should be said has been said. To be honest, with their combat power, it would definitely be a narrow escape from death. When the bloody crimson is over, it would be good to survive one or two.
Remind them that it's just to repay Brother Bing's favor.
"Can I take a moment to speak?" Lin Feng looked at Qi Bing.
"A Feng, you..." Qi Bing looked over, saw the persistence in Lin Feng's eyes, nodded, and then explained a few words to his teammates.
"Come on, let's talk over there."
"Don't go in, Brother Bing." Lin Feng said seriously: "Trust me."
Qi Bing stared at Lin Feng and sighed softly: "Of course I believe you, Afeng, but..." He stopped talking, Qi Bing's voice was low: "This opportunity is very important to me, I know it is very risky.
But in fact, every time the Blood Killer performs a mission, he also narrowly escapes death. A small gain is worth it."
"Lack of money?" Lin Feng's eyes were bright.
A four-blood mission costs tens of thousands of Nime coins, and a hundred thousand is sufficient.
A pure blood holy bead or a pure mist holy bead is worth 1 million nirmo coins. If you get a pure yin holy bead, you can earn 100 million nirmo coins. It is indeed worth fighting for.
Qi Bing frowned and said nothing.
"Here." Lin Feng took out ten pure-blood holy beads.
"You can't do it, Ah Feng." Qi Bing's expression changed and he continued.
Lin Feng took out ten more Pure Mist Holy Beads. Qi Bing looked at Lin Feng blankly, a little confused for a moment.
"Not enough?" Lin Feng directly took out a Pure Yin Holy Pearl. At this time, Qi Bing finally came to his senses, his face was like pig liver, and he jumped back in fright: "Enough, enough, too much, ah
peak."
Lin Feng smiled: "Are you sure?"
Qi Bing's cheeks twitched, looking at the twenty holy beads in his hand, he smiled bitterly and nodded: "That's enough."
Taking it in his hand, Qi Bing squeezed it gently: "A Feng, I'll lend you these 20 million Niemmo coins."
Lin Feng nodded: "Going back?"
Qi Bing smiled sarcastically: "Recruiting people are short-handed, so I'll listen to you. By the way, Afeng, can you tell me...how much money do you make now?"
"The numbers in your hand." Lin Feng replied.
"Ten million?" Qi Bing was startled and shook his head: "Twenty million?"
"It can't be 0 billion!?"
Lin Feng smiled and did not answer.
"Then we agreed, Brother Bing, see you at the camp." Lin Feng left directly, leaving Qi Bing with his back. The latter stared at Lin Feng's leaving figure and took a deep breath: "This kid is really...
It’s unfathomable. Judging from their reactions, it seems that... none of them were correct."
"Could it be that he made 0 billion?"
"That's too cruel."
Qi Bing shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Forget it, I won't compete with this monster."