Sword-shaped spiritual treasure of chaos

Yan fa city was the most prosperous city in the wasteland continent. All kinds of races came and went, and it was extremely lively.

Lu Ming walked on the street and looked around, frowning slightly.

He had an unusually high rate of turning his head. Many living creatures 'gazes swept across Lu Ming's body. There was greed and hunger in the depths of their eyes. Some of them were even swallowing their saliva.

This was treating him as a delicacy.

It was said that a half-step cosmos Xia clan member could be sold for a sky-high price in the true universe world's food industry.

However, these people did not make a move in the end.

They had travelled far and wide, so they had seen a lot. The Xia clan that dared to walk around so brazenly were either extremely powerful or rash.

Judging from the murderous aura emanating from Lu Ming's body, he was clearly not a hothead.

"Brat, stop!"

Suddenly, a cold shout came from behind.