When Chen Fan came out of the toilet, he was immediately stared at by countless eyes.

"So many people?"

The teahouse can probably do about fifty people, but at this time, it is estimated that there are at least seventy or eighty people.

"Boy, hand over what Meng Lao got in his hands!"

A young man walked out of the crowd and said with a fierce look. As he spoke, he looked at the people around him. Because he heard the words of the white-robed young man just now, he was afraid in his heart, but seeing the people behind him made him feel a little more confident.

"There's only one box, there are so many of you here, and everyone else is here to see the fun?"

As he spoke, Chen Fan took out a box from it, which was the one that Meng Lao gave him before.

When everyone saw the box that Chen Fan took out, their breathing became heavier, and they all glanced at each other.

"Humph!"

Although someone showed a greedy look, he was still sober, and when he saw that the wooden box was confined and there was no sign of opening, he said: "I see that the things inside are not given to you by Meng Lao!" ”

"Huh!"

Hearing the man's words, Chen Fan smiled, and then opened the wooden box, and a faint fragrance emanated from the wooden box.

"Purple Desert Fruit!"

A purple light flashed in everyone's eyes, and there was a fist-sized purple fruit in the wooden box.

Seeing that everyone was stunned and motionless, Chen Fan showed a strange smile.

"Huh?"

Qingying, who had been staring at Chen Fan, felt uneasy in his heart, but when he was thinking, he saw Chen Fan move.

"Bang!"

Chen Fan kicked his right foot, and the chair that originally placed the wooden box made a sound, and the wooden box that was originally lying quietly on it "flew".

The people who were still in a stalemate moved, and they all jumped suddenly, trying to snatch the purple desert fruit into their hands.

"Bang!"

A young man in a white robe. Qingying, Qianshun and other prides of the sky are one step ahead, and even clear a piece of emptiness while jumping.

"Smack!"

The first to take the wooden box in his hand was Qianshun, although Qingying and the others reacted one step faster, but in terms of speed, it was still slightly inferior.

"Don't think!"

A burly young man with hair on his chest roared. The sound waves produced by the sound are visible to the naked eye. It spreads like a ripple, making people involuntarily cover their ears.

The young man's right hand poked out, which immediately made Qianshun's eyes darken.

"It's him!"

Seeing the owner of the big hand, Qianshun's face changed, his body writhed like a loach, and then his body spun in the air, just avoiding the shroud of the big hand.

"Bang!"

Rao was like this, and his big hand fell to the ground, and everyone felt a shock.

"Ghost power!"

Qianshun looked at the big-handed master not far away. Gritted his teeth and said: "In vain, I helped you before, and now you actually attack me!" ”

When the ghost force heard Qianshun's words, he touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and said angrily: "Qianshun, I'm sorry, I can't help it!" ”

Hearing the words of the ghost power, Qianshun's eyes looked behind him, and he saw a young man of about one meter and six walking out of it.

At first, Qianshun didn't notice this person. It's not that this person is too short, it's that the ghost power is too high. Nearly two meters tall, coupled with a burly body, like a hill, no one can see his back.

Seeing the person who came out of the back of the ghost power, Qianshun snorted secretly and said dissatisfiedly: "I wonder why the ghost power sneaked up on me." It turned out that you taught it! ”

"Haha!"

Hearing Qianshun's words, the young man laughed, and then said helplessly: "Brother Qianshun, according to our friendship, as long as you put down the purple desert fruit." Then I won't embarrass you! ”

Hearing that man's words, Qianshun's face suddenly darkened, and he said angrily: "Ghost wisdom, don't you think this request is too much?" ”

"Excessive?"

Hearing this, Ghost Zhi glanced around, and said: "Qianshun, you take away the Purple Desert Fruit alone, that's the real excess, everyone says it's not!" ”

"Yes!"

The crowd responded. For a while, Qianshun was surrounded.

Seeing that everyone was vigilant, Qianshun knew that he had lost the opportunity, and his own combat effectiveness was not strong, so there was no way to break through from it.

Although the treasure is tempting, it still has to have a life flower, so Qian Shun immediately made a decision in his heart and threw the box in his hand upward.

Seeing the box break out, the people present snatched it again.

However, in the face of the ghost power of the burly body and the natural divine power, everyone who wanted to snatch it was knocked away one after another, and a "road" appeared.

"Wow!"

When the ghost power approached the white-robed youth, he saw the fan in his right hand suddenly peel off, and it struck him a few times like lightning.

Seeing the white-robed young man's fan pointed, the ghost power didn't dare to be careless, and the green tendons in his right arm skyrocketed, and he was hard.

"Dingding!"

The white-robed young man's fan was pointed on the right arm of the ghost force, making a sound like steel.

"Whew!"

And the ghost power also took the opportunity to shoot out the palm of his left hand, sweeping with a strong wind, making Wen Bing's face change, and he didn't dare to take it hard, and then retreated violently.

The wind stirred up by the palm of the ghost's left hand caused the tables and chairs in the teahouse to move.

Just when everyone was fighting, Qingying took the wooden box in his hand and was about to escape from this place of right and wrong, when a person appeared in front of him.

It was a man in black, with a wooden knife in his hand.

"Lonely Swordsman!"

Seeing the black-clothed man standing in front of him, Qingying's eyes were full of jealousy, and with a flick of his right hand, the long needle of the drizzle was thrown out.

"Dingding!"

Seeing those long needles flicked over, the lonely swordsman was not afraid at all, and with a movement of his right hand, the wooden knife drew a circle, blocking them all.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the lonely swordsman roared angrily, and the wooden knife in his hand made a "buzz" sound, and a creepy feeling surged into Qingying's heart, and he suddenly ducked to the side.

"Bang bang!"

As soon as the clear shadow dodged, a clearly visible crack appeared on the floor of the teahouse. The wooden box in Qingying's hand flew high and was received by him.

"Lonely Swordsman, leave what you have in your hands!"

Some people were frightened, but after seeing the wooden box in his hand, they still spoke.

"Humph!"

Hearing the man's words, the lonely swordsman snorted secretly, and shook the wooden knife in his right hand.

The man screamed as he clutched his right arm and rolled on the ground in pain.

"What's going on?"

This was the first reaction of the crowd.

As for the only few people who saw the lonely swordsman draw the knife, they didn't dare to say anything more because the knife was too fast.

"Ghost power, don't make a move!"

Seeing the ghost power on the side, the ghost stopped it.

Although the ghost was puzzled, he didn't dare to refute it, so he could only let it go helplessly. (To be continued......)