Supreme Conquering System

Yang Yiming has a habit of finding a stepping stone, or cannon fodder, every time he makes a bet.

After seeing Qin Yi at the first glance, he decided to let Qin Yi be the stepping stone this time.

Nothing else, just because Qin Yi is not pleasing to the eye.

It doesn't matter if the cultivation base is not weaker than him, the same fourth-level emperor is so handsome, his appearance and demeanor directly overwhelm him.

How can he be willing?

Such a person is best to die!

"However, looking at the direction this person is coming from, it seems that he is from the Eastern Frontier."

Yang Yiming frowned, hesitating in his heart.

If this person is really a spiritual practitioner from the Eastern Frontier, it will be a little troublesome.

He is not a strong man in the Eastern Frontier, and if he sets foot in the Eastern Frontier, he will be suppressed by the enclave of the highways, and his strength will be greatly reduced.

Although his cultivation level did not reach the seventh level, he was not greatly affected by the closure of the main road, but the impact still exists after all.

In the face of the strong in the same realm, one side is suppressed, but the other is not affected. Naturally, no more will be said about who wins and who loses.

"Looking at this guy with fine skin and tender flesh, it is very likely that he can only cultivate to his current state by his appearance, and his combat power should not be strong."

Yang Yiming thought maliciously, and the disgust in his heart almost overflowed.

There are no wonders in the heavens and all realms.

Some people relied on their amazing talents to cultivate to the highest level step by step.

Some people, relying on their appearance, stepped up to the sky and approached the thighs of the strong. After that, the path of cultivation was smooth and unobstructed.

Such as the harem concubines of some lords of imperial dynasties and gods, this is the most typical example.

These women are next to the Lord of God’s Kingdom and the Lord of God’s Kingdom, so they no longer need to rush for cultivation resources. With resources from an emperor or dynasty as a supply, the road to practice in the future is naturally a smooth path.

This is an example of women, and naturally, there are also examples of men.

Yang Yiming once met some male practitioners with abundance and grace. Because they were favored by powerful female practitioners, they became like imperial concubines and divine concubines, so they no longer need to worry about the resources for practice.

In contrast, Yang Yiming's practice path is extremely miserable.

Don't ask why Yang Yiming knows it. If you say too much, it will be a bitter tear.

Before he could break through the emperor, he once offended the little white face of a female emperor who had approached him, and aroused the anger of the female emperor.

As a result, that time, he was chased and killed with nowhere to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground, and he almost fell into the hands of the opponent.

If he hadn't gotten the chance later, I'm afraid he would have died tragically.

Although he later got revenge and personally killed the little white face and the female emperor on the spot, he also hated the man with extraordinary appearance.

This is not.

Qin Yi just hit his muzzle, a perfect stepping stone.

"Brother Qin, since we met, it means that we are very destined. Why not explore this ruin together. If we get something, we will divide the account directly, how about?"

Yang Yiming's eyes flashed and he laughed loudly.

"Can."

Qin Yi glanced at Yang Yiming with a smile, and agreed.

The situation of the remains of the Seven Prison Gate Zhuntianzun has changed. He doesn't know much about the situation in this place. Yang Yiming seems to know a lot of things, and he can use this person to understand the situation here.

He is not afraid of what Yang Yiming has to calculate, if he is bored, just slap to death.

"Brother Qin is really refreshing, please, let's talk while walking."

A trace of disdain flashed in Yang Yiming's eyes, and he was a foolish little white face, who believed me so easily.