Chapter 129: Carry the Pot Well (1)
"Qing Zheng he...... What is this for? Mu Chendi looked dazed.
"What is the real level of his performance for you, do you want to watch a good show? Walking! Du Hong hooked his fingers slightly and took the lead in chasing after him.
Mu Chendi and Han Jiang also immediately followed.
Du Qingzheng moved quickly and shuttled quickly through the dense forest, without any hindrance.
However, the students of the second class who chased him were very embarrassed, and they obviously saw Du Qingzheng's figure in front of them, but they were so tired that they couldn't catch up.
"Where did this kid come from? It's so fast! "The students in Class 2 were exhausted and out of breath.
On the other side, Fu Yiran, with Jiang Shishi and five or six students in class 1, had just knocked down a medium-sized demonic beast.
The power that a medium-level Warcraft's Demon Core can provide is far beyond that of a low-level Warcraft.
In the market, the price of a medium-grade Warcraft is a hundred times that of a low-grade Warcraft.
"Go and peel off the demon core, it's not early, it's time to go back." Fu Yiran commanded everyone to clean up the battlefield, Jiang Shishi on the side gently handed over the handkerchief, Fu Yiran took it with a smile and wiped the sweat from his face.
"It's a pity that there is no weapon made of dark gold and dark iron, otherwise there would be no need to waste so much time to deal with this kind of demonic beast." Fu Yiran enjoyed the grace of the beauty, looking at the weapon in his hand, but his eyes were gloomy.
If he had a good weapon, he would definitely get better results in this demon hunting conference.
Jiang Shishi said: "Even if it is given to them, it is useless, but it is a pity that such a good dark gold and dark iron is so wasted." ”
Fu Yiran clenched his fists, and his heart was full of resentment towards Liu Shaobai, a fool.
Just as Fu Yiran and the others were waiting to dig out the demon core and go back, a noisy footstep suddenly came from the dense forest in front of them.
Because it was dark, they couldn't see the movement over there.
And in the next second, a black shadow suddenly came out of the forest.
"Yiran, what you asked me to do is done, and you have taken the things." Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Before Fu Yiran could understand what was going on, he saw the man who came out of the forest flying to his side and stuffed a bag of things directly into his hand.
"What are you doing?" Fu Yiran was a little strange, but before he could finish asking, the man stuffed things into him and ran away.
Fu Yiran was a little dazed.
Fu Yiran was just about to see what was stuffed in his hand, when several panting second-class teenagers suddenly came out of the woods.
And when those people in the second class saw the cloth bag Fu Yiran was holding in his hand, their faces changed instantly.
"Okay, you Fu Yiran! I said which class of people had such courage to dare to rob our second class, but I didn't expect it to be done by the people of your first class! The young man in the second class watched Fu Yiran holding their cloth bag, and just now he heard the person who robbed them shouting, and immediately raised his sword and pointed at Fu Yiran.
Fu Yiran's brows furrowed suddenly.
"What are you talking about, who robbed you of your things?"
"You still don't admit it! Everything is in your hands, and you still want to deny it! The teenager in the second class gritted his teeth in anger.
A group of teenagers who were digging the magic core didn't care about digging the magic core, and hurriedly ran over.
"What are you making a fuss about! Whoever robs you of your things, don't spew blood! ”
The young man in the second class was furious, and directly stepped forward and tore off the cloth bag in Fu Yiran's hand, and the demon cores fell to the ground.