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Chapter seven hundred and twenty-three, welfare

Behind the group of skeletons, a black iron skeleton held a steel knife in hand, and the deep yellow soul fire was shaking violently. It discovered that it was living in, and the disgust from the depths of its bloodline made it want to kill the other party.

Seeing the skeletons coming, Wang Zijun and Shao Bo were not surprised but happy.

"How many?"

Bo Shao handed over the leadership to Wang Zijun, and Bi Jing was a little unfamiliar to him.

"Hardwich!" Seeing that the skeletons that were coming were all the most delicate white bone skeletons, Wang Zijun smiled and took out his strongest card and shook it.

In a blink of an eye, the Yellow Turban Strongman with both upper bodies and muscle lumps appeared in front of Wang Zijun.

"Go and remove those bone racks!"

Wang Zijun reached out to the group of skeletons that were rushing in. The two yellow turban heroes then turned into two yellow whirlwinds and rushed towards the skeletons.

These skeletons are too weak. After being approached by two yellow turban heroes, they will be hit by punches, and there will be a situation where bones and scum are splashing everywhere.

The weapons of these skeletons are their white claws, which move slowly and have a fragile skeleton.

The two yellow turban strong men rushed into the skeleton group like ancient warriors, and they did not care about the skeleton's attack on them at all.

For guys like the Yellow Turban Rex who can change between reality and reality, physical attacks have almost no effect.

Seeing Wang Zijun's two yellow turban strong men killing happily, Shao Bo was also jealous, and then took out his strong men's card and released the Yellow Turban strong men. Amid Wang Zijun's protest, he rushed towards the skeleton group.

As the controller of these skeletons, if the black iron skeleton had tears, they would probably flow down without hesitation.

What are the four evil gods that jumped out? Not long after, the four yellow turban strong men rushed through the skeleton group and rushed to the black iron skeleton.

The Black Iron Skeleton was smashed into pieces by four huge fists just when she had time to swing a knife.

With the death of the Black Iron Skeleton, the skeleton group immediately lost control. Of course, in fact, these skeletons have similar commands. Their white spoon rank is too low, and they only have the instinct to attack living creatures, and they are quickly cleaned up by the four Yellow Turban Strongmen.

Of course, for the four-headed Yellow Turban Strongman, it was also a great loss. After Wang Zijun took back the Yellow Turban Strongman, he looked at Yan Sè's somewhat dim card and couldn't help but sigh: "It's used too much, at least Sanyao can't be used. What about you?"

Wang Zijun's last sentence was toward Uncle Shao, who also smiled bitterly and said, "Mine is not the same, but it should have gained a lot, right?"

The two people then counted the harvest. Except for some skeleton's soul fire that was accidentally smashed by the Yellow Turban Strongman, the remaining soul fire was in the same number as two thousand.

After all the soul fire was put into Qiankun bag, the beads of Wang Zijun and Shao Bo's eyes lit up.

Fengcai o, two thousand soul fire is 20,000 points, what does this mean? If you are outside, you may have lost the score of a thousand-year-old monster.

Here, you can get it so easily.

This really attracted a lot of attention. At this time, the two people suddenly understood that this was not what they were trying to train. This was simply a benefit to give them points!
Chapter completed!
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