Chapter 99 Greedy Yang Fan

Yang Fan looked at the little Daotong vigilantly, and his spiritual power was cut off by 90%. Is this guy finally showing his true colors?

A fierce light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he even made plans to let the Tiger King and the Black Lion Dog come to fight together.

No matter how rare and gentle a spiritual plant is, it is still an anomaly, and it is impossible to fully believe it.

Moreover, only absorbing the aroma of the pine tree can make his strength greatly improve, Yang Fan has some expectations in his heart, if he can get the fruit of this pine tree, or its wood spirit core, it will definitely bring him more. Many more beneficial benefits!

Wealth and silk move people's hearts, what kind of friendship and kindness are all pretending to be?

Yang Fan knows that he is not a saint. If he hadn't secretly identified this spiritual plant just now, it can be seen that its strength has reached the level of a fourth-level spiritual plant, and it also has the ability to self-destruct a spiritual body and escape thousands of miles. I don't know him. If he, Tiger King and Da Hei can keep it together, Yang Fan will definitely be the first to attack.

Therefore, in his heart, Yang Fan has always been a little undecided about whether to make a bad move.

He even vaguely hoped that this Lingsongzi was really ill-intentioned and could take the lead, so that if he rose up to resist, he would be more justifiable and confident when killing monsters and capturing treasures.

Xiao Daotong's senses are very keen, almost the moment Yang Fan's heart is malicious, he has already sensed it, and he can't help but take a step back carefully, what does this human want to do, kill trees and steal treasures?

It's so irritable, what's wrong with the human beings now, have they all been bitten by mad dogs, and want to slay demons and demons at every turn?

Especially the human being in front of him is greedy and irritable, his body is still like a bottomless pit, and the speed of absorbing spiritual power is extremely fast.

well!

You really shouldn't have brought him here before!

Pindao is too impatient, he should wait, maybe there will be better candidates passing by later!

"Fellow Daoist!" The remorseful little Daoist said suddenly: "If you are angry because the supply of spiritual power has been cut, maybe I can explain it to you!"

We are all civilized people, there is no need to be so violent!

It is a peace-loving pine tree! Although strong, but really not good at fighting!

Seeing that the little Taoist priest seemed to be more nervous than himself, Yang Fan raised his brows slightly and decided to give it a chance: "Tell me about it!"

Lingsongzi breathed a sigh of relief, gave Yang Fan a bitter look, and said, "The speed at which fellow Daoist absorbs and refines spiritual power is too amazing, and the spiritual power reserve of a poor Daoist is limited, so it is impossible to supply it to one fellow Daoist without limit. "

After speaking, Lingsongzi raised its tender and tender hand, pointed at Zhu Zhengqi and Zhu Caiwei next to him, and said, "Since these people are friends of fellow Daoists, I don't want to come here because of the existence of fellow Daoists. And let them have no spiritual power to absorb, and their cultivation base has no progress, right?"

Yang Fan was stunned, what kind of bullshit logic is this, the speed of absorbing spiritual power is too fast, blame me?

Moreover, why can't all the spiritual power be concentrated on him alone?

High-quality resources should be given priority to the best human race. This is one of the iron rules of survival that all races in the end times must abide by. No one will feel inappropriate.

What the human race needs is not a group of mediocre low-end warriors, but one high-end combat power that can bless one side.

Let some of the most talented warriors become stronger first, and build a safe and powerful barrier for the human race for each city. At the same time, they can also go out of the city to hunt monsters and snatch more survival resources to feed back to those low-end warriors and ordinary humans. This is a virtuous cycle, and it is also the consensus of the Federation and human warriors.

A big pot of rice, or an even distribution, will not work in the end times. High-end combat power is an indispensable existence for a city and a country at any time.

It is like Western Chu City, after the fall of the South China Grandmaster,

The warriors under the hundreds of thousands of masters in the entire city have no resistance at all, and can only watch a few demon kings raging at the top of the city.

If it is a big city, in the end, except for detonating the psionic energy and perishing with the demon king outside, there is no way to do it.

This is not a sadness of the lack of high-end combat power. If there was a second Wuzong powerhouse in Xichu City at that time, or Wuzong powerhouses in other surrounding cities could come to help in time, how could the four demon kings dare to be so unscrupulous? ?

In the final analysis, there is a lack of high-end warriors among the human race, which is why the tragedies of the battle of destroying the city frequently occur.

Yang Fan is a person who has gone through the end of the world. Many of his ways of thinking have become end-of-the-world. People with high talents and strong abilities should get more cultivation resources. This is not selfish, but heavy. responsibility!

"Then stop their spiritual power supply and let me absorb it first! When my strength is strong, I will naturally search for more spiritual things to compensate them!"

Yang Fan looked very serious and said this sentence that was very selfish and shameless in Lingsongzi's opinion.

He has a system to stand by, he has a ruling monster that is destined to become emperor in the future, and he also has the memory experience of countless human warriors in Xichu City. In terms of future potential and effect on the human race, no one here is as good as In case of him, so here and now, Yang Fan is fully qualified to enjoy these resources exclusively.

Whether others say he is selfish, or that he eats alone, he has a clear conscience.

If he becomes stronger, it will be worthwhile for him to return from the end of the world and live again in this life!

When Lingsongzi heard this, he couldn't help but want to slap himself.

How did it get fascinated by ghosts before, and how did it think of recruiting such a selfish thing to Anping Temple?

Is there a problem with your own spiritual sense?

When it released its breath to lure these people over, it clearly felt that the people sitting in the helicopter were all good people with good hearts. Why did Mao change all at once?

This guy is not only greedy and selfish, but also very irritable. From the very beginning, the evil thoughts in his heart have never stopped.

If Lingsongzi hadn't sensed that Yang Fan's eyes were pure and his will was extremely pure, there might still be a possibility of communication and coexistence.

"Absolutely not!" Xiaodaotong refused flatly, "You are not my fate. You have absorbed so much spiritual essence just now, which is already the limit of the poor."

Although he doesn't want to fight, Lingsongzi has its own principles and bottom line, and even a pine tree is reluctant to make an investment with no return.

"However!" Seeing Yang Fan's face changing immediately and his murderous intent boiling, Lingsongzi was very heartbroken, and when he reached out his hand, he took out an egg-sized pine nut and handed it to Yang Fan: "I have a pine cone here. It can be given to fellow Daoists, and I hope that fellow Daoists can raise their hands and give a little face to the poor Daoist.”

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the pine cones in the hands of the little Taoist priest. He felt a strong and almost inseparable life energy contained in it, more powerful than the spiritual fruit and elixir he had come across before. Much more arrogant!

"Meow~!"

"Baba!"

At the same time, the tiger king and the black lion dog, who were thirty meters away, also stood up at the same time.

Yang Fan reached out and took the pine nuts and threw them into his mouth.

"You took a thousand-year-old pine cone, and the strength of qi and blood was greatly improved, and the strength of soul was greatly improved.

It added another thousand quarters of qi and blood strength, and a full fifty points of spiritual power improvement, which is really powerful!

Of course, compared to the improvement in strength, what makes Yang Fan feel even more incredible is the last attribute.

Add 20 years to your life!

It's so awesome, is there any wood?

Like this kind of spiritual fruit that can directly increase lifespan, even in later generations, it is very rare, a proper legend!

Yang Fan licked his lips and said, "I'm afraid that only one is not enough, right?"

"Look, there are so many of us here, and my two little pets, at least one of each!"

You might as well just go grab it!

Is it true that the pinecone of the poor road is Chinese cabbage, can you grab a lot?

Xiao Daotong's expression changed, and he gained a new understanding of Yang Fan's greed.

"Friend Daoist is joking." Xiaodaotong said: "This is a thousand-year-old spiritual fruit, and the number is extremely limited. Moreover, one person can only take one at most, and there are certain restrictions on the cultivation of the user. Among these people present, only Only you, fellow Daoist, are barely qualified to take it."

I thought that this spirit fruit would be able to blast this hateful human being, but I didn't expect that this human's absorption ability was so perverted, and in just an instant, all the medicinal power was refined and turned into a little bit in his body. Cultivation.

Yang Fan didn't take it seriously and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't take it now, I can temporarily keep it for them, and it's not too late to take it when they get stronger."

Ling pine nuts:  …

I've never seen such a brazen person, what's the difference between that and a robber?

Lingsongzi was very indignant, it kind of wanted to uproot and leave.

"Otherwise," Yang Fan didn't want to push the little Taoist too tightly, so he took a step back and said, "It's fine for the others, those two little girls are my disciples, you can give them two more to keep, I'll just leave here, and I won't absorb any more spiritual power, how about it?"

"This……"

Lingsongzi frowned and looked tangled. Lingguo was the essence of its own life, and each one was equivalent to its child. It was really reluctant to give away too much.

"Okay, at most two more!" Lingsongzi thought for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "If you are not satisfied with receiving these two pinecones, then Pindao is really welcome!"

The psionic energy in Lingsongzi burst out instantly, and appropriately gave Yang Fan a small warning.

Don't take it's kindness and kindness as weakness and bullying, its spirit pine nuts are not soft persimmons, they are powerful!

Yang Fan's heart froze, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The strength of this spiritual plant is really strong, and his cultivation base of the peak of martial arts can't resist it at all.

But what he is more curious about is that Lingsongzi obviously has such a powerful strength, and his mental power is not very weak, there is no need to compromise so much, but why it still accepts such unreasonable demands of itself, this is unscientific!

It insisted on staying here, donating pine cones in grievances and seeking perfection, and uninterruptedly providing Zhu Zhengqi and the others with a steady stream of spiritual essence. What exactly is it trying to do?

Fate is all nonsense, whoever believes it is an idiot, Lingsongzi helps a few people to improve their strength regardless of loss, it must be someone else's plan.

But the question is, apart from the spiritual power and flesh and blood of Zhu Zhengqi, what else can make a fourth-level spiritual plant care so much?

Lingsongzi took out two more pine cones and slowly handed them to Yang Fan. Yang Fan looked away from the pine cones and focused on the little Taoist priest in front of him.

For a while, he seemed to see that a layer of light gray light was constantly gathering around the little Taoist priest's body, and it merged into its body little by little.

When these rays of light melted into its body, the little Taoist priest had been stiff and solemn, and unconsciously revealed a slightly wretched comfortable smile.

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