Now Yan Zhen has a question in his heart, if this hand is really a high-grade fragment, then why doesn't the man absorb it himself?

Isn't the hierarchical limit he said a lie?

No, Yan Zhen didn't believe this man's words, not a word. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He decisively cut off the man's hand and sucked up his fragments, and the man's killing vine can be inherited, which means that he does not control the vine through physical alienation.

Yan Zhen received the killing vine, took the woman's severed hand into his arms, and after receiving the killing vine, he could clearly feel that there were more than twenty white bones buried in the ground of the warehouse.

All of them were cut off from their palms, which is undoubtedly the 'source of goods' in the man's mouth, he lured these people here with high-grade fragments, and then used the killing vine to surprise the sneak attack, seize the fragments, loot the money, and the corpses were also used as nourishment for the vines, which was pitiful enough.

Of course, in addition to the white bones, at the root of the vine, there is also all the man's gold, which is wrapped in the vine and well protected.

Yan Zhen walked out of the warehouse, walked around the neighborhood, found a grocery store, and bought a backpack and flower pots.

Back in the warehouse, he packed the gold into his backpack and used the flower pot to hold the murderous vines that had shrunk into a palm-sized ball.

As for the severed hand in his arms, after making sure that there is no danger, he will give it to An Quan, since he wants more than one helper, he can't be stingy.

At this time, it was almost noon, he found a random restaurant, ordered a bowl of noodles, and just finished eating and paying, he heard someone on the street shouting 'start'.

The people in the restaurant, whether they finished eating or not, all dropped their chopsticks and ran out, obviously something important had happened.

Yan Zhen also followed the crowd, running through two streets, a commercial pedestrian street appeared in front of him, the high-rise shopping malls on the side of the street have been significantly dilapidated, but this street has been converted into a market by many vendors setting up stalls.

On the square in the middle of the street, it was full of people at the moment, Yan Zhen was close and fast, and he hadn't occupied the position in the front row, he withdrew from the crowd, his eyes swept around, and found that there was a row of artistic street lamps a few steps away, and he chose the nearest lamppost to climb up.

There were two people standing in the circle of the crowd, and the onlookers left them a circular open space with a diameter of about ten meters, but in two or three minutes, the open space under the street lamp he was climbing on was also full of onlookers.

"Who and who today?" A man leaning under a street lamp asked the people next to him.

"Strange and flying." The person who answered touched the sparrow that had landed on his shoulder, and the sparrow had been hovering over the crowd.

"Huh? The two of them are not the same category, Xianxia and the end of the world, so how can it be compared? The person who asked the question earlier seemed surprised.

"There were a lot of restrictions before the park, I'm afraid that someone will give me a wave of my sleeves and the earth will turn into dust, and it is estimated that this cow who writes fairy tales will not go anywhere."

"You kid won't have any inside information, right, who are you betting on?"

"How can there be, I, the kid I bet on Xianxia."

"Damn, if you say that people can't do it, they will win if they remand them, you donkey me?"

"It's on, it's on!"

Yan Zhen listened to the conversation between the two very clearly, this gathering was a gambling game, and the excitement of the onlookers was probably because they had placed bets, so they didn't know whether the bets were made openly or secretly.

The gong sounded, and a teenage girl on the sidelines threw a string of bells into the air, and the round open space was suddenly covered by a transparent glass cover.

The two people on the field were trapped in the hood, but this did not affect the people outside to watch their game in the slightest, and even the normal volume of the conversation between the two could be clearly transmitted.

In the past, the phrase 'you city people really know how to play' was popular on the Internet, but now, Yan Zhen feels that it can be replaced with 'you writers really know how to play'.

And the people outside the venue have released their virtual light screens, typing quickly, and taking a closer look, they are all chatting with open writers.

Mixed in a group of 'kind', Yan Zhen should have been like them, and he didn't have to hide the virtual light screen anymore, but the caution of the unfamiliar environment when he first arrived made him quench the urge to open his left eye.

Suddenly, the two people on the field made a move, and Mo Qiangu took fire with his palms and attacked and flew with agility.

Fei Xiang threw a capsule into his mouth, and his body immediately disappeared into the field, causing Mo Qiane's fire palm to slap into the air.

Mo Qiangu slapped his palms in the air, suddenly felt something strange behind him, turned around and clasped his palms, and was holding a steel sword with cold light.

The flying in stealth missed, drew back the steel sword, and the sword body immediately disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Yan Zhen was surprised in his heart, such a good skill is a member of the lower-level region, so what is the strength of the middle and high-level?

But soon he knew why, the stealth time of flying was very short, only five minutes at most.

And after using it this time, it can't be used again in a short period of time, that is, his raid on Mo has not been successful for thousands of years, and if he wants to come for the second time, I'm afraid he won't have a chance.

Mo Qiangu also has more than a fire palm, this fire palm was knocked down by the flying steel sword Yan Zhen only saw clearly, it was not Mo Qiangu's palm that would breathe fire at all, it was he who sucked two metal balls in his palm, and the flame was extinguished the moment the ball landed.

Without the small fireball, Mo Qiangu took out a bronze mirror again, the mirror was in his hand, he basically didn't need to move his body, the golden light emitted by the mirror, where it shone, it was illuminated by a bowl-sized pit.

If it weren't for the glass cover, the spectators on the sidelines would have been killed, let alone flying, and his golden steel sword was broken into several pieces, cutting it sharper than gas welding.

The speed of flying slowed down significantly, and Mo Qiangu had a mirror to save his physical strength, but he was consuming a lot of physical strength.

Just when the people on the sidelines thought he couldn't support it, he jumped into the air, and at the same time there was a watch-like ornament on his wrist that flashed red.

The person who looked like a tired dog just now instantly turned into Iron Man, and the silver mecha protected him tightly, and his movement speed increased by an unknown number of times.

In a few rounds, he pulled back a game, knocked down the mirror in Mo Qiangu's hand, and stepped on it into deformed scrap metal.

Then he quickly rushed to Mo Qiangu who was hiding on the sidelines, Mo Qiangu saw him rushing over, he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately threw out a rune paper, the yellow rune stood in the air, and the complicated vermilion runes on it flashed, and a blood-red net popped out of it, tightly holding the flying that pounced.

Fei Xiang couldn't dodge, and was covered by the red net, and the silver mecha immediately burst into crackling blood flowers, yes, blood flowers, bright red blood gushed out from the seams of the mecha.

The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of applause, and some people sighed that it was worth coming today, and they could see the competition of the next excellent writer.

Although Yan Zhen is curious, what is the inferior level, but it is not easy to ask others, and if he asks, it will show that he is a newcomer, and he will inevitably be gossiped about, and if he says a wrong word, he may attract suspicion and expose himself.

Flying on the field stopped struggling, the mech disappeared, and the red web gradually became transparent, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Some people erupted in excited cheers, while others stomped their feet and cursed the street, and looking at the reactions of the two waves of people, it was clear who was betting on both sides.

From the beginning to the end, it was less than twenty minutes in total, and in such a short time, a life was ended.

At first, Yan Zhen thought that this was just an ordinary game, and he didn't move until Feixiang, who fell to the ground on the field, was chopped off by Mo Qiangu and didn't move, and he knew that the person was dead.

It's an open, shard-to-win race!

The two men under the lamppost were discussing intently......

"Mo Qiangu has made a lot of money this time, and even took out the only life-saving blood-devouring talisman and used it."

"If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, have you heard of it? Who wants to give up the opportunity to advance. ”

"Seeing that you are so calm, you don't bet much this time, right?"

"That's it, the so-called small gambling pleasure, big gambling is fatal!"

"You've got it, I still don't know about you? I'm sure the money is all for lottery tickets. ”

"Don't say it, I bought ten numbers this time, I'm sure I can win! At that time, I will also be promoted, and I will be in charge of the position, and I will be majestic again. ”

"What's in it, the superior district can give you a pie for nothing? A piece of fragment, defrauded you so much stupid X money, you are contributing to the Spring City Treasury~"

"!"

When the two of them laughed and scolded and walked away, Yan Zhen slid down from the lamppost and looked at their backs in distraction.

Fragments have become a target for writers to pursue, and even the thirst for strength and power has led them to plunder in different forms.

Deception, competitions, winning the lottery, and maybe other ways that he doesn't know, everyone has a common understanding, and the power of fragments can be upgraded and accumulated.

If you have more power, you will be able to become the management class of the city, and you will be the ruling class.

Just as he was deep in thought, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Hey, Captain! ”

Yan Zhen turned around and found that the person standing behind him was the teenage girl who threw the bell into the sky.

"You've mistaken someone." Yan Zhen explained.

"That's right, aren't all one-eyed pirate captains~" The girl chuckled.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Yan Zhen asked a little embarrassed.

"I've been watching you for a while, you...... Problematic! ”