Before he could figure it out, he saw in the distance a Minghe Sect disciple who was blown away by the collapsing mountain talisman and fell towards him. Then the man wearing a mask went up and chopped off his head with a sword.

Then he picked up the head, searched the items around the man, and disappeared in a flash.

"!!!"

"!!!"

Everyone's faces were dull, and they were frozen on the spot with their mouths open.

The only way to describe this scene is as fuck.

It turns out that someone really came to reap the benefits!

It’s so cool to pick up heads like this!

"Brothers, I said, how about... let's try it too?"

Someone is already moved.

Fighting is not enough, but who knows how to pick up heads? Just find someone who is dying, go up and give him a knife.

These days, if you don’t actively make money, you won’t get much out of it.

"It's not impossible to try, but if you meet someone powerful..."

"Silly, let's form a team. Even if we can't beat him one-on-one, then ten of us can beat one of the Minghe Sect's head offices?"

"That's right, and then we'll share the benefits equally!"

"No matter how much he does, it's still a gain!"

Everyone’s eyes lit up!

Anyway, I'm not willing to spend money to go out, so staying here is just a stay, so why not make some extra money?

If you pick up too many heads and get a chance to go to the secret realm for a trial, wouldn't that be a huge stroke of luck?

How can we practice Taoism and cultivate Taoism without seeking wealth and wealth in danger?

If you can't seize this opportunity, then there will be no cultivation at all.

"Has the Fengjiang County Magistrate expected it a long time ago?"

"Is this deliberately giving opportunities to us low-level monks?"

"The notice has been posted a long time ago, most likely!"

"Well, this is the only explanation. Otherwise, there is no reason to pick up heads in exchange for rewards. No matter how you look at it, those disciples of the Minghe Sect are not worth a secret trial."

Disciple Minghe: Thank you so much.

At this moment, many monks sighed in their hearts.

I didn't see it before, but now I've seen it, let alone the Fengjiang County Magistrate.

There is a pattern!

While thinking about it, everyone began to consciously divide into groups, preparing to compete for heads.

I dare not go to the central battlefield, but I can kill those Minghe Sect disciples who are alone.

In the alley, a disgraced Minghe Sect disciple gasped for air.

I was just thinking about taking some elixirs to recover.

Suddenly a group of people came around.

About ten or so.

"Who are you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was beaten to death.

A monk dressed as a scholar couldn't bear it and sighed silently.

"Brother, don't blame us. If you want to blame him, blame him, the magistrate of Fengjiang County, for being too rich."

This statement is true and expresses the sentiments of everyone.

Look at those feudal monks wearing strange clothes in the distance.

The pockets are full of clothes.

It’s full of elixirs and talismans!

How is this a war of attrition? This is clearly using money to crush you to death!

This tug-of-war of attrition.

I don’t know when it started, but the situation became a little weird.

The people of Minghe Sect found something strange.

The teammates around him, no matter how hard they fight, suddenly one or two are missing.

If you keep hitting, people will disappear?

Very strange...

"Second Senior Brother, where are the others?"

"Huh? I was there just now..."
Chapter completed!