"Qingzheng... what are you doing?" Mu Chentu looked confused.
"He's giving you a real performance. Do you want to see a good show? Let's go!" Du Hong hooked his fingers and took the lead to catch up.
Muchen Tu and Han Jiang also followed immediately.
Du Qingzheng moved quickly and quickly shuttled through the dense forest without any hindrance.
On the other hand, the students from Class 2 who were chasing him were in a very embarrassed state. They clearly saw Du Qingzheng's figure ahead, but they were too exhausted to catch up.
"Where did this kid come from? He's so fast!" The students in Class 2 were already panting from exhaustion.
On the other side, Fu Yiran, along with Jiang Shishi and five or six students from Class 1, had just defeated a medium-sized monster.
The power that the magic core of a medium-level monster can provide is far beyond that of a low-level monster.
In the market, the price of a mid-level magic core from a medium-level magic beast is a hundred times that of a low-level magic beast.
"Go and peel off the magic core. It's getting late. It's time to go back." Fu Yiran directed everyone to clean up the battlefield. Jiang Shishi on the side tenderly handed over a handkerchief. Fu Yiran took it with a smile and wiped the sweat off his face.
"It's a pity that there are no weapons made of dark gold and black iron. Otherwise, there would be no need to waste so much time in dealing with this kind of monster." Fu Yiran enjoyed the beauty's favor and looked at the weapon in his hand with a sinister look in his eyes.
If he had a good weapon, he would definitely achieve better results in this demon hunting competition.
Jiang Shishi said: "Even if I gave it to them, it would be useless. It's just a pity that such good dark gold and black iron would be wasted like this."
Fu Yiran clenched his fists, his heart filled with resentment towards Liu Shaobai, a fool.
Just when Fu Yiran and others were waiting to dig out the magic core so that they could return home, a burst of noisy footsteps suddenly came from the dense forest in front of them.
Because it was dark, they couldn't see clearly what was going on over there.
And the next second, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the woods.
"Yiran, I've finished what you asked me to do, and you've got your things." A voice suddenly sounded.
Before Fu Yiran could figure out what was going on, he saw the man running out of the woods towards him and directly stuffing a package of things into his hand.
"What are you doing?" Fu Yiran was a little surprised, but before he could finish asking, the man slipped something into him and ran away.
Fu Yiran was a little confused.
Just when Fu Yiran was about to see what was stuffed in his hand, several panting teenagers from the second class suddenly came out of the woods.
When those people in the second class saw the cloth bag held in Fu Yiran's hand, their expressions changed instantly.
"Well, Fu Yiran! I wonder which class has the courage to steal something from our second class. I didn't expect it was someone from your first class who did it!" The boy from the second class looked at Fu Yiran holding their cloth.
Bao, just now I heard the man who snatched their things shouting again, and he immediately raised his sword and pointed it at Fu Yiran.
Fu Yiran's brows suddenly wrinkled.
"What are you talking about? Who stole your things?"
"You still don't admit it! Everything is in your hands, and you still want to deny it!" The boy in class two gritted his teeth in anger.
A group of teenagers who were digging for magic cores ran over without caring about digging for magic cores.
"What are you making a fuss about? Whoever robbed you of your things, don't make such a fuss!"
In anger, the boy from Class Two stepped forward and ripped off the cloth bag from Fu Yiran's hand, and the magic cores fell to the ground one by one.
