As she expected, Bai Yulu's fire didn't even light the edge of the scroll, and a fist landed on her face.

Jun Qianxi's eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, this group of people really didn't know what pity and cherishing jade was.

The small melon seed face was smashed by a big fist and broke the bridge of the nose.

Then came the second punch, and those bewildering eyes were smashed into panda eyes.

They stared at the person in front of them, all they had in their eyes was the map she held in her hand.

She would never understand this kind of mentality, and she was glad that none of the people around her were like that.

She shook the hand of the person next to her with much more force.

"Xiao Xi'er, are you tired?"

The man next to him took her into his arms, let her lean on his arms, and put all the weight on him.

And he stood there straight, with a happy smile on his lips.

With her by his side, he has all shijie.

Even if the artifact or super magic is placed in front of his eyes and waiting for him to make a contract, he will not let go of the person in his arms.

Finally, Bai Yulu couldn't stand these fists, she threw the scroll in her hand into the sky, and crawled out from under their crotch while those people were stopping.

She was disheveled, her face was blue, her hair was scattered, and she looked like she was holding a chicken coop.

She walked up to Bai Ningshuang and kicked her a few times, if she hadn't hidden it privately, then she wouldn't have been beaten like this.

It's really right to say that she has a hole in her head, she still hasn't understood, if it weren't for Jun Qianxi's words, Bai Ningshuang would not have been exposed at all, and naturally there would be no chaotic hand-to-hand combat.

And the initiator of this battle was comfortably leaning on the arms of the beautiful man, looking at this farce with a smile.

The snatching of the map still did not stop, and almost whoever the map fell into his hands would become the target of everyone's beating, regardless of whether he was an uncle or a senior brother or brother in his own sect.

After more than half of the people were hung up, Jun Qianxi lazily spoke: "Are you going to grab a wasteland?" Why don't you just fight here, whoever survives to zuihou will belong to whoever this map? ”

Her voice was like a splash of oil, trying to ignite a more intense war.

"Seniors, according to the younger generations, the tomb of the gods is weird, this map still belongs to everyone, everyone is discussing together, be careful of the mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind!"

Duanmu Rui opened his eyes at the right time and spoke, he thought that he had read Jun Qianxi's mind and thought that she was going to cause everyone to kill each other.

Who was the yellow finch he was talking about, everyone followed his gaze and understood.

They suddenly remembered their initial fear, and these two people would not tremble even if they cut someone with a thousand knives.

They glanced at each other and quickly decided to do as Duanmu Rui said.

After all, it's not a problem to fight like this.

"This map should be invulnerable, don't worry, let everyone present look at the map first!"

Duanmu Rui began to act as a military advisor, and made plans to make them all twist together to resist Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming.

His words were adopted again, and the map began to circulate in everyone's hands, and after circulating it once, it was handed over to Duanmu Rui.

Then, they were divided into two groups, and the people of each sect were dismantled, one group resumed pranayama, and the other group was wary of Jun Qianxi and them.