Among the crowd, Jiang Pojun and Lu Jinghong couldn't help but lower their heads and laugh after a brief moment of shock.
At last, a sense of balance filled their hearts.
Yan Xiaohu stood dazed for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it, shouting excitedly.
Oh my god, did I just earn eighteen Top-Grade Spirit Stones by force?
Slap!
In the next instant, he slapped himself hard, startling the nine grim-faced legion leaders.
What's up with this kid?
Could he be so excited he's gone crazy?
Soon enough, they saw Yan Xiaohu self-reproaching, yanking at his own hair with force.
"I'm such a fool, doubting my brothers. If I had another chance, I definitely wouldn't be so stupid!"
If he had been bolder earlier, he might have earned even more.
The nine legion leaders: "..."
At this moment, the two people on the battlefield just took the weapons Zhou Qing handed them, bitterly saluted, and turned to leave.
