The arrival of the blue merchant

The mountain chieftains of the famed mountains all revealed expressions of interest.

Lu Ming was too powerful. Even Feng Wuqi could be suppressed. If they were alone, no one would be a match for Lu Ming except for Murong qiushui.

If they attacked one by one, the outcome would be decided. However, with so many of them attacking together, it would not be a problem to take down Lu Ming.

"Even if I haven't refined the divine blood of origin, how will we split it when so many of you are fighting? Even if you guys managed to get it, it would still end up in Murong qiushui's hands. You guys are just wasting your efforts and being used by Murong qiushui!"

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

The mountain chieftains 'expressions changed again when they heard this.

Lu Ming was right. Lu Ming's strength was abnormal, but so was Murong qiushui. Even if they got the blood of the primitive God spirit, could they compete with Murong qiushui?