The wealth you can have is limited.

At most, it is some medium-grade spirit stones and some good imperial weapons.

There are so many people, not even a single holy weapon.

It can be seen that the holy artifact is still precious.

It is rare for ordinary people with strong saints at the realm of saints to possess holy tools.

Not everyone is like Ye Qing, who has the chance to go against the will of heaven.

Soon, Ye Qing walked to the desert holy spring.

In the vast desert, there is a thin desert holy spring flowing, which is really a bit strange.

After all, there was no source of the desert holy spring.

It is indeed strange that a clear spring suddenly appeared in a large desert.

The Desert Holy Spring is not an ordinary spring water, and it has the miraculous effect of assisting cultivation and cleaning the body.

"Hey! Have you forgotten that there is another living person?"

Suddenly, Zhou Fenfang, who had been sitting on the ground to heal her wounds, spoke.

Ye Qing glanced at her and said nothing.

"Since I don't share the Holy Spring in the Desert, why don't I kill me together? Isn't it a pleasure to kill them all?" Zhou Fenfang said again when she saw Ye Qing not speaking.

Ye Qing smiled.

"How come you are all determined to die?"

"Scum, if you don't kill me, you'll divide me half of the desert holy spring!" Zhou Fenfang stood up and patted the soil on the pleated skirt, with bold and rough movements.

Not like a lady from a family.
Chapter completed!