Chapter 93 Count the Harvest (2/2)

When lu ming was about to say three, Tabizi young man finally couldn't bear the pressure and shouted, then his trembling body walked forward step by step.

The more he walked, the more trembling his body became. When he walked more than 100 meters, a stench came out, and he was scared to pee.

Boo!

Suddenly, a stream of air rushed out from under his feet.

Tabizi young man was scared out of his wits. He shouted and fell straight down.

Lu Ming frowned and walked up to look, speechless.

Tabizi young man's face was livid and lifeless. He was scared to death by the heat.

Lu Ming shook his head, then walked back to pack the loot.

These were Shifang sword sect disciples. There must be a lot of valuable things on them. Lu Ming wouldn't miss them.

While searching for trophies, they devoured their blood and essence.

After the search, Lu Ming exited the area and returned to the outer area, then entered Supreme temple and began refining the blood.

Now that Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the eighth level of a martial artist, the essence and blood of a martial artist below the eighth level of a martial artist have little effect on him.

Only those with eight or more weights can be of some help.

After refining all the essence blood of the Shifang sword sect disciples, Lu Ming's cultivation had a certain improvement, but it was not very big, and it was still a distance from the mid-eighth stage of the martial arts master. After refining the essence blood, Lu Ming began to count the loot.

His hand moved and two storage rings appeared.

Two of the Shifang sword sect's disciples had a storage ring, which was a great surprise.

One was from Zheng Qian, the other was from the young man with the ninth degree of martial arts.

Then his mind moved and a pile of things appeared in Supreme temple.

First, Lu Ming counted the bank notes.

”Why is it so little?”

After counting, Lu Ming frowned slightly.

More than twenty Shifang sword sect disciples had a total of four million taels of silver on them.

More than four million taels of silver. It may seem like a lot, but it depends on where it comes from.

More than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples had at least six levels of martial arts. On average, each of them was less than 200,000 taels, which was a small number.

On second thought, Lu Ming was relieved again.

Normally, like him, the extra money would be exchanged for contribution points, then exchanged for useful resources to improve his strength.

Most of the Shifang sword sect's disciples were the same. They left some spare money on their bodies and exchanged the rest.

After packing the money, Lu Ming looked at the other things.

Some scattered elixirs were not worth much. Lu Ming piled them aside and finally, his eyes fell on a few books.

”Wild waves cut,” a low-grade yellow sword skill.

”Teng Yun Bu,” a top yellow martial art.

”Mixed yuan gong,” a top-grade yellow grade technique.

Lu Ming was overjoyed by three consecutive martial arts and martial arts.

Generally speaking, disciples of the sect like them rarely have martial arts and martial arts manuals on their bodies, because the general martial arts and martial arts manuals are rented to the sect Library hall to practice.

There is a certain time limit, and when it comes to a certain time limit, it has to be returned.

Of course, there will be exceptions, because some people will get some adventures, will get some kung fu and martial arts secret books, these kung fu secret books, are their own private.

Like these, most of them were privately owned by Shifang sword sect disciples.

Among them, ”The Teng Yun Bu” was obtained from the young man who was a martial artist with nine weights.

If these three books of martial arts and martial arts were sold, they would be worth at least 56 million taels of silver.

It's really profitable.

But when Lu Ming's eyes fell on the fourth book, he was shocked.

”Fiery King Kong Formula,” the body building technique.

(The end of this chapter)