The boy around him ran over quickly at the moment when those people died, fumbled quickly on the blurred corpse, with tears in his eyes, as if he was looking for something!

"Anti-drug, antidote!" The young man said crazy like a demon, for a moment he forgot that Ye Fan was not far away.

After the strong kills people, they can easily cause their unhappiness by looking for the things that the strong kills, but the young man did not realize that he had done such a taboo thing.

Ye Fan said lightly: "Their ring should have antidote. If you try to pour spiritual energy into it, you can take out the things in it!"

The young man listened and immediately collected all the rings of ten people, came to the young man, poured spiritual energy into it, and soon a wide range of objects appeared, including magic weapons, gold coins, spiritual medicines, and martial arts.

But he picked up more than a dozen bottles of pills frantically, hesitated for a while, and looked at Ye Fan with begging eyes, "Grand, sir, which one is the antidote?"

Ye Fan glanced at it and found that most of these pills were third-grade Qi Gathering Pills, Hunyuan Pills, and three bottles of purple-black medicine. He said indifferently: "There are three bottles of poison, but there is no antidote!"

The boy's hand shook, but the pill fell to the ground. He looked at the young man beside him, and he felt deeply despair. The young man's whole body no longer shook, and his purple-black face revealed a deep breath of death!

"Brother, brother!" the young man shouted hoarsely.

"He is already terminally ill, and the medicine stone is useless!" Ye Fan said lightly.

After saying that, he turned around and left, but suddenly a young man was embarrassed in front of him. He knelt on the ground and looked at him with hope, "Grand, sir, please, please save my brother!"

"You, you are so capable, you can definitely save him. I beg you, I beg you!"

He kowtowed to Ye Fan, the rugged stone face was dyed red, bloody, and the boy's forehead was broken, but he didn't realize it!

Ye Fan looked at the boy coldly, saving or not saving is all in his mind. Save, he can save, but there is no obligation to save. This world is cruel!

He is not a saint. If someone kneels down and prays to him, he will save people!

Moreover, the saints would not be so idle, otherwise they would kneel down to them alone and hope that they would save people. There were too many things in the world that they could not control!

"Save him, what can I get?" Ye Fan asked coldly. Although he was moved by the young man's sincere feelings, is the relationship between the young man really so deep?

The boy suddenly came back to his senses. He didn't think about it. He hurriedly searched the vast array of items. He quickly found a magic core as big as a palm, held it nervously in his hand, and knelt down to Ye Fan and said:

"Master, this is the magic core of the second-level monster Qingmu Fox that I killed by my brother and I. Please save my brother. From now on, we will give you a magic core of the second-level monster every month to honor you!"

The demon core of the second-level monster is very rare for their Qi Refining Realm, because the second-level monsters generally have the strength of the Shin-Concentrating Realm. The Qi Refining Realm vs. the Shin-Concentrating Realm is a life-threatening life!

Although the second-level monster's magic core is only a hundred gold coins, and it is even less valuable than the third-grade Qi Gathering Pill in Linlang items, this is the best thing he can do, because it is his and his brother's thing.

Ye Fan glanced at it, and with a bent finger, the magic core immediately shattered, and the "crack" sound was like a piece of music.

Under the song, the despair in the boy's heart rose. He looked up at Ye Fan at a loss, as if asking the noble god why he did this?

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