The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

What Feng Zhuyue thought was that there were so many spars here, so this might be a huge treasure hidden here.So many crystals are just an appearance, there must be something unknown under the crystals.

Feng Zhuyue thought this way, and carefully observed the surrounding situation. There were tall black trees with contrasting heights all around, and there was a flat place in the middle, a circle about 50 meters long, and the spars were densely distributed. Around and in the middle of this circle.

I really don't see anything special about it.

After a while, more than ten people looted all the crystals on the ground and stuffed them into their pockets secretly, but they didn't have a treasure bag, only a simple belt, and everyone at least got it One hundred crystal stones, the bag is bulging, and there are many treasures inside.

Everyone guarded their pockets, but their eyes were fixed on other people's pockets.

Hundreds of crystals are already a huge treasure for them, but everyone's face is full of greed. They always feel that there are not enough crystals in their pockets, not enough, even if they put Everyone's crystals here are included in their own pockets, and there are not many.

So, a pair of greedy eyes stared at the pockets of these people in front of them.My saliva is about to flow down.

But for the rest of the people, almost everyone's grudge is above level seven, and no one dares to attack rashly, and no one dares to strike 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 dark silver needle appeared in her hand. The silver needle flew through the air without anyone noticing, and hit the pocket of a person whose back was facing Feng Zhuyue, whose pocket was bulging like a hill. On the road, the silver just pierced his pocket, scratched his thin pocket, and the crackling spar fell to the ground.

Everyone lost their eyes because of the colorful and dazzling crystals on the ground, but the man whose pocket was cut by Feng Zhuyue saw the greed in everyone's eyes, drew out his big knife, and his bearded face was full of protection. The expression on his face: "Whoever dares to pick up my uncle's spar, I will kill that uncle."

These people all have backgrounds.

A weak scholar with a bookish atmosphere smiled faintly: "Everyone picked up the crystal stone. Just now the crystal stone belonged to you in your pocket. Now it falls on the ground, which can only show that you are not blessed. If so, then let the crystal stone belong to you. give it to me!"

The scholar's polite voice fell, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes. There was already a spear in his thin hand, and he attacked with a sharp posture like a man with a beard.

And other people also wanted to share the spar of the bearded man, so everyone rushed forward, and more than a dozen people dealt with the bearded man alone. The bearded man had no ability to resist at all, and was injured by various sharp weapons. Blood flowed horizontally, and finally, at the moment when the book growth gun pierced his chest, his life ended.

And the others, since the start of the fight, have removed their beards and started killing each other with a tacit understanding.

For a moment, the swords and guns collided, sparks shot out, and blood flowed horizontally.One after another fell down, turning into green smoke and disappearing.

Without pouring a stick of incense, there were only four people left in the scene where there were more than ten people just now, and each of them has a lot of color on their bodies...