Two sets of second-level low-grade robes.

Twenty storage bags.

Among them, there is one ten-square storage bag, three five-square storage bags, one three-square storage bag, and fifteen one-square storage bags.

As for first-level magic weapons, talismans, herbs, spiritual materials, elixirs and other miscellaneous things, they are all distributed in piles. Many monks who break out have their storage bags filled to the brim, with everything in them.

When released, they pile up like mountains.

If sold, it could be worth dozens of high-grade spiritual stones.

Adding them all up and converting them into spiritual stones, there are more than two hundred high-grade spiritual stones.

The remaining people were able to harvest at least dozens of high-grade spiritual stones.

True to his word, a gold belt for murder and arson.

As long as you can survive a war, you won't have to worry about anything.

Among all the trophies, there is only one second-level high-grade magic weapon.

It's the treasure that hit people.

But Chen Li didn't want it.

Finally, Xiao Yuan took it into his pocket.

They were quite cautious, they did not get carried away by the benefits, they basically took no big risks, and they were restrained in killing, otherwise they would have gained more.

ps: There is one more chapter before twelve o'clock in the evening. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!