Taken away by the military cultivator to whom he belongs.

As for the collection of the corpses of gods, the corpse-finding team led by the old man took almost 60% of the money.

The military repairman took 30%.

The last 10%... was obtained by Xu Qing and his party.

So after the cleanup was completed and the military cultivators left, Xu Qing and others were more or less pondering in their hearts.

Seeing this, the old man who had gained a lot came over with a smile.

"Everyone, you are a little helpless, and you are a little angry after being robbed? You have to get used to it. After all, someone killed you, and it is normal to take it away."

"Just wait until you practice more on the collection speed."

After saying that, the old man said goodbye, turned around, waved, and left the battlefield with his corpse-finding team.

Even after everyone left, Xu Qing and others continued to ponder in the center of the meteorite.

The old man's judgment was obviously wrong.

Xu Qing and others' deep thoughts were not due to helplessness or anger.

After all, the gods here were killed by those military cultivators, and they took it as a matter of course. They even thought about it from their perspective. If the gods they killed were collected by others, they would not agree.

So, what they were thinking about was...

"The speed is not as good as the corpse-finding team, and there is no reason to support fighting with military cultivators..."

"Then since the corpse-finding team only went in after the war."

"If we enter the battlefield early..."

While Xu Qing and others were thinking, they each raised their heads and looked at each other.
Chapter completed!