Super King of Soldiers in the City

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Wu Heng's style is fierce and decisive, and he does not regard the youth as a person at all. Even in his eyes, the youth seems to be inferior to animals.

The people around just looked at it and started to do their own things again, as if they were already surprised.

Wang Fan was angry.

Although he was murderous, he also had a lot of human blood on his hands. Even in the eyes of the ancient martial arts people, he was also a cruel and cruel horn.

But his Wang Fan is a person with his own principles. He basically kills some provocative characters who should kill him in his eyes.

Young people suffer and suffer, and do free labor for Xie Zheng and Wu Heng's group of bastards. Now that the young people are bitten by poisonous snakes, Wu Heng doesn't even want to save them, even if he just kills them and throws them off the cliff.

If he were to change to Wang Fan, he would certainly not be able to do so unforgivingly.

Wang Fan's heart was even more murderous to Wu Heng, and even his desire to kill this guy was stronger than Xie Zheng and Pang Wei.

"report."

A few minutes later, a voice rang again.

Wang Fan looked around and saw a young man standing up high, and holding a spirit grass not too high in his hand.

Wu Heng glanced at the young man, and instantly flashed to his side. He took the grass with carelessness and threw it into the wooden basket behind him.

Not to mention thank you, not even a word of appreciation.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, but he was a little surprised.

Is it possible that these bushes and weeds still contain spirit grass?

Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to discover Lingcao one after another and handed it to Wu Heng Xie Zhengzheng.

Wang Fan's heart jumped wildly.

Although he had long noticed that the spirit in this mountain seemed to be very strong, he always thought that the ruins of the city were like this, and never thought about it in other ways.

It seems that Wu Heng asked them to dig the mountain, which is not unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan shoved hard, and at the same time, he also thought about how to cling to the grass without knowing it.

Seeking wealth and insurance, Wang Fan is not so easy to admit his fate. If he had been enslaved by these people for a lifetime and lived a life inferior to pigs and dogs, he might as well die.

He must have some spirits, even if he is found.

As long as he gets the spirit grass, his strength can be recovered faster. At that time, even if he can't fight against the hump of the world, he has at least self-protected capital.

Wang Fan deliberately communicated with the four people next to him, but it was a good idea.

These people seem to have completely accepted their fate. If they don't cooperate, they still report him. Isn't he dead?

Wang Fan chopped those trees and weeds with a knife, while digging pits on the ground quickly with a shovel.

His purpose is very simple, that is, at the moment of digging the spirit grass, quickly throw it into the pit and bury it. After all, there was just a little clothing on him, and hiding it on him was not realistic at all.

Of course, Wang Fan's movements are also very obscure. Coupled with a normal expression, he believes that he will not cause others to be alert.

Within a few minutes, Wang Fan discovered the first spirit grass. He did not hide the spirit grass, but handed it over as well.

Even if he wants to hide himself, even if he wants to make small moves, he must do it again when Wu Heng Xie Zheng's vigilance against him is at its lowest.

Because so far, he hasn't dug a spirit grass, and Xie Zheng has paid special attention to him. Once the first plant starts to hide, he has a great chance of attracting attention.

He wants Xie Zheng and Wu Heng to think that he has been very obedient and will not hide his secrets. When the vigilance is at its lowest, he will start making small moves.

At that time, although there was a high probability of being discovered, the probability of being discovered was much smaller than it is now.

Wang Fan thought of these things in his heart, and his movements became faster and faster.

It didn't take long for him to dig out the second, third, and even fourth spirit grasses. Wang Fan still did not hide these spirit grasses, but handed them over obediently.

Fortunately, these spirit grass levels are not very high. Although Wang Fan turned in something that was not very comfortable in his heart, it was still barely acceptable in order to recover as soon as possible.

Xie Zheng has been paying attention to Wang Fan from beginning to end, or paying close attention to Wang Fan.

He always felt that Wang Fan's person was a bit unusual, not as simple as other people's, and he would definitely do something small.

But from beginning to end, Wang Fan didn't say that he made small moves, and even behaved more cleverly than others, and had to work hard.

"Brother Xie, you are still watching the kid. I think you must be thinking too much. I think the guy is honest."

"You think, with his strength in the middle of the day, even if he resists again, what kind of moth will come out, and what tricks can he make?"

"I think he must know that he can't resist, and he doesn't want to suffer from the flesh and skin, so he accepts his fate.

"Compared to the hard bones that were obediently cleaned up, I admire this kid more intelligently, cleverly, and very sensible."

Seeing that Xie Zheng was still paying attention to Wang Fan, Wu Heng couldn't help but laugh.

What he said is not unreasonable. What kind of waves can Wang Fan turn out in a congenital mid-term?

In his view, Wang Fan is aware of current affairs.

Xie Zhengruo gave Wang Fan a meaningful look, and then nodded a moment later, "Maybe it's really my heart. It's also true that a local congenital mid-day contributor can see some waves."

That being said, he is still staring at Wang Fan closely.

However, after Wang Fan obediently presented five dug-out grasses, he completely dispelled Wang Fan's attention.

He also felt that Wang Fan could not have any moth.

What's more, there are so many people here to stare, and he can't focus on Wang Fan all day long.

Wang Fan sent out nine strains of grass in a row, and his heart was already hurting.

Although the spirit grass is very general, it is also the spirit grass.

With these nine strains of grass, give him another day, he can fully recover his strength.

But when he thought of it, he could hide himself for a while, and his mind finally balanced slightly.

Nine strains of grass were sent out in a row, should Xie Zheng Wu Heng relax his vigilance against him?

If so, they are not at ease with themselves, and Wang Fan has no choice.

Wang Fan soon discovered the tenth spirit grass. This time he didn't turn it over. Instead, when he threw the weeds, he threw the spirit grass into the pit dug under his feet unobtrusively.

Then the surface continued to dig forward calmly, and filled the pit with his feet, and also made a mark that only he could see.

Of course, Wang Fan couldn't swallow all the spirit grass dug out afterwards and didn't turn it in at all, because that would still cause suspicion.

Almost every two Tibetan plants he will hand in one, keeping this rule.

Soon, at dusk, the sky had darkened, and Wang Fan probably estimated that these dozens of people had handed over at least a thousand strains of grass.

Thousands, what is that concept? Even if the spirit grass is not of high grade, it can be regarded as a big harvest.

You know, when in the city, he Wang Fan wants to get a spirit grass, all difficult.

Of course, Wang Fan has also hidden more than 20 plants. Although compared to the nearly 1,000 Lingcao plants handed over, he ca n’t even be compared to nine cattle and one hair, but Wang Fan is already very satisfied.

With these spirits, his strength recovery is no longer a problem, and it may even be refined further.

The only thing that made Fan Fan wonder is that this whole day, apart from biting the green-haired monster that killed the young man, no other monsters have appeared, and no one has been injured again. It is very calm.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

I don't know if I want to come as soon as I want, Wang Fan just thought of it here, and a roar came out.

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