Feng Zhuyue thought that there were so many spars here, so there might be a big treasure hidden here. So many spars are just an appearance, and there must be something unknown to this spar hidden.

Feng Zhuyue thought like this, carefully observing the situation in this vicinity, surrounded by black trees with high and low contrasts, there was a flat place in the middle, a circle of about fifty meters, and the spars were densely distributed around and in the middle of this circle.

I really don't see anything special.

After a while, more than a dozen people snatched all the spars on the ground, and secretly stuffed the spars into their pockets, but they didn't have a treasure bag, only a simple belt, and each of them got at least a hundred spars, and the bags were bulging, and there were many treasures in them.

Everyone is guarding their own pockets, but their eyes are staring at other people's pockets.

A hundred or so spars are already a huge treasure wealth for them, but everyone's face is full of greed, and they always feel that there are not enough spars in their pockets, not enough at all, even if they include all the spars of everyone here in their pockets, it is not much.

So, a pair of greedy eyes looked at the pockets of these people in front of them. I'm about to drool.

But the rest of the people, almost every one of them was above level seven, and no one dared to make a rash move, and no one dared to attack anyone first.

Feng Zhuyue looked at these people in front of her, since they had no reason to fight, then, she let them fight.

With a twist of her wrist, a deep silver needle appeared in her hand, and the silver needle flew through the air in an unnoticed posture, hitting the pocket of a person with his back to Feng Zhuyue and his pocket bulging like a small mountain, just as the silver pierced his pocket, cutting his thin pocket, and the crackling spar fell to the ground.

Everyone was blinded by the dazzling spars on the ground, and the man who had been cut by Feng Zhuyue's pocket saw the greed in everyone's eyes, pulled out the big knife on his body, and the expression of a calf protector on his scumbag's face: "Whoever of you dares to pick up Uncle Ben's spade, Uncle Ben will take someone's life." ”

These people all have a background.

A bookish scholar smiled faintly: "Everyone picked up the spars, the spars belonged to you in your pocket just now, and now they fall to the ground, which can only mean that you are not blessed." In that case, then let it be given to me! ”

The scholar's polite voice fell, a murderous aura appeared in his eyes, and there was already an extra spear in his thin hand, attacking it like a scumbag man in a sharp posture.

And the others also wanted to share the slag man's spar, so everyone rushed up, more than a dozen people dealt with the scumbag alone, the slag did not have any ability to resist at all, and the blood on his body was injured by various sharp weapons, and finally, at the moment when the book spear pierced his chest, his life ended.

And the others, since the beginning of this fight, have removed the scum, and they have tacitly killed each other.

For a while, swords and guns collided, sparks shot out, and blood flowed. One by one, they fell, turning into smoke and vanishing.

Without pouring a stick of incense, there were only four people left at the scene where there were more than ten people just now, and everyone was wearing colorful ......