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The Master of the South stretched out his fingertips to push away the arm of one of the wardens, and got out of their encirclement.
The Western Master was very anxious, and shouted, "Quick! I'm afraid they have already reached the main hall and touched some mechanism, so that the mechanism people here will stop attacking."
This is really very bad.
Along the way, they were always slow to beat others, appearing particularly passive.
If I am too late now, I am afraid that someone will have to go up there first.
There was a trace of hostility in the Western Master's eyebrows.
"Walk!"
"Let's go, let's go." The Southern Master also urged everyone around him irritably.
A group of people broke through from the siege of government agencies, and rushed towards the main hall in a panic.
That speed really brought out all the strength of breastfeeding when I was a child.
No hurry.
Take a step back and feel that the treasures that are all over the sky have already fallen into the hands of the enemy.
If that's the case, it's really unreconciled.
The Master of the West was about to explode at this time, "I didn't expect that we got nothing during this trip."
When the Master of the West said so, everyone beside him was about to explode.
I thought to myself, I have worked so hard to come to the sacred palace, but in the end I got nothing.
This is really aggrieved, it is really reconciled.
A group of people rushed to the main hall quickly and filed in.
The Western Master shouted angrily first, "What are you doing?"
A lot of people gathered in the main hall at this time, and everyone looked up their heads, looking for the treasure happily as if it was Chinese New Year.
These treasures are hung above everyone's heads, and they are packed in wooden boxes of the same color and material, and they all seem to be of the same size.
But everyone understands that when the wooden box is opened, there may be pills inside, medicinal materials for refining equipment, or even sacred artifacts or sacred beasts.
Things seem to be within reach, but it is even more difficult to peel them out.
And everyone's options are not endless.
After all, there are less than nineteen hours left before the sacred palace is closed.
And every time I exhausted my whole body to take out the items from the wooden box, I would have to adjust my breath for a while.
Like now, there are many people in the hall who are adjusting their breath. It seems that they have already obtained the first round of treasures!
Sure enough, it was one step earlier than them, sure enough!
Western Master glared at Qiao Mu who was standing beside him without saying a word.
If it wasn't for this dead girl who led the people away, wouldn't they be a step behind?
But at this time, the Western Master naturally has no time to argue with Qiao Mu.
His eyes moved quickly to the rows of neatly hung wooden boxes in front of him.
I can't make up my mind to pick and choose.
The southern master and the northern master have each selected a wooden box and are struggling to open it.
Judging by the strength they used when fighting against the wooden box, it seems that they have chosen a good treasure.
A trace of jealousy flashed in Western Master's eyes, and a trace of suspicion rose in his heart: Could it be that he is really so unlucky?
Sometimes you just have to believe in fate.
The Western master restrained his thoughts, casually pointed to a wooden box hanging above his head, and concentrated on infiltrating the holy power into it.
At the same time, Master Dongfang, who was originally meditating and adjusting his breath, suddenly turned his eyes and became extremely sharp in an instant.
He quickly got up from the ground.
Even Mr. Qiao Qiao couldn't react, and saw Master Dongfang suddenly running to the left side of the hall...
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