These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 370 Huge harvest! Profit of 40 billion French money!
Ning Zheng felt that these people were just thinking about nonsense.

Why don't we just take some time off?

Humming a song, drinking a little wine, eating popcorn, and watching the fighting in the capital.

Ning Zheng shook her head:

"These blacksmiths really have a strong desire to die all day long."

Ning Zheng continued to watch the battle scene.

Bang.

The sale was a complete explosion, and the surrounding streets also exploded. It was very simple and unpretentious, with all kinds of explosions everywhere. Even from a distance one could feel the incomparable air pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Not for a moment.

boom!
The whole picture exploded instantly.

In the audience, everyone exclaimed and cursed:

"Fuck! Why is the picture gone?"

"No way, this is just the exciting moment."

"This TV is not working. The screen is distorted. How about knocking it twice?"

"What do you mean the TV is broken? We should think positively. What if it was just the Sword Fairy that exploded on the spot?"

"Oh my god, we haven't brought our stuff back yet."

"Before that woman dies, bring the stuff back to me, bastard!"

The screen stops playing.

They waited for a while, and seeing no results, they knew that the story was probably over.

I thought the mosaic was okay, but it turned out that the lousy planner played something even dirtier.

I haven't even looked at Mosaic.

Immoral!

It sucks!

Is funding really that tight?

Everyone grumbled for a while, and at this time Jiucai Rong also called the Sword Fairy.

After a long while, the Sword Fairy said:
"The communication equipment was too low-level and was blown up. I have managed to escape. This magic weapon has been transformed and is now at the level of the Great Perfection of the Second Phase Realm. Running away is not a problem for me."

There were all kinds of explosions over there, and it sounded like a war correspondent.

“Hehehe, this explosion has killed and injured countless flowers. The Three Flower Realm cultivators watching from the capital are probably all dead.”

The tone sounded gloating and a bit mean.

"No more talking! I have to leave the capital through the teleportation array. Xinyi Baishan has asked someone to pick me up and take me back to Xinyi Island. I also have to go out of the spotlight."

The blacksmiths in the villa heard it.

Come on.

The shortage of funds is completely confirmed.

From image live broadcast to traditional text adventure live broadcast, has the escape mode been activated?

PyeongChang City.

The elders and the head of the Xu family opened their eyes, all looking frightened.

The three flowers in their capital were destroyed in that instant.

He was severely injured.

"The three flowers are destroyed. It will probably take us a month to recover even with the panacea."

"The battle of the century!" an old man sighed.

Some middle-aged people showed a childlike look of longing and yearning, "We are satisfied to be able to witness that scene of history."

The whole family was filled with emotion.

Even the Sanyuan Realm families, big and small, throughout Pingchang City were in turmoil and filled with emotion.

For small local families like theirs, this was a glimpse into the true high-end power.

Sword Making Villa.

My adoptive father Qi Zu suddenly opened his eyes in front of the well.

"The three flowers are gone."

He stood up and paced back and forth.
"However, this injury was well-deserved. Being able to witness this scene and obtain a lot of useful information for our Xuelihua family is enough."

In another paper house.

Sister Routian's face was pale, and it took her a while to calm down before she came back to her senses from that earth-shattering battle.

"Damn it, the assassination of the saint has begun."

"The world will be in turmoil. We must speed up the restoration of our family's foundation, the flesh and blood giant."

Beneath the paper house of Lady Routian, buried was a blood and flesh magic weapon of their Xuelihua family.

They are Xuelihua, and are good at fusion and transformation.

This giant, who had led them to escape from Xinyizhou City and attack Jiaojiazhai, was now in pieces.

"No, I have to find a way to contact the villa."

"See if they have any resources recently to help me repair my family's foundation to resist the major changes that may happen in the future!"

"By then, if there is a drastic change in Pyeongchang City, we can control the giants and escape from here again and go far away."

Her gaze fell on the four Eye Legends.

These four people are the latest batch of hidden vein disciples sent in.

"Come here, you four. I have something to tell you."

The four members of Eye Legend were ecstatic.

They had been slacking off here for a long time and could not return to the villa. Through bragging and building relationships, they managed to get most of the hidden vein disciples on their side.

Now, it is finally our turn to reap the rewards of our hard work?

From now on, please call us the person in charge of the Hidden Vein Division!

"Sir, we looted a large group of people a while ago, enough to reset our family's foundation."

They looked at this voluptuous lady with greedy eyes.

The woman led them to the basement and looked at the blood flower giant, buried deep underground, like a mountain of flesh and blood, bright red in color, with huge bright red flowers blooming on its skin, which was very enchanting and strange.

How can this be called a giant?

This is an extra-large pet material.

"We must complete the mission!" said the Dazzled Body, "Repair this flesh and blood giant."

"I hope it can be repaired as soon as possible." Routian Yujie was very satisfied, but she didn't know what kind of traitor she had attracted. The next morning.

Pubs, teahouses, and every area were frantically spreading news from the capital.

Although, the location where he appears in the nursery is random, he can only go to the capital city occasionally.

But Kyushu’s population base is too large!
Many Three Flowers cultivators witnessed the incident in the capital, and the Three Flowers were shattered, severely injuring a large number of people.

But these people whose three flowers were broken are proud of it.

The life span of a monk is very long, and sacrificing a short month of time for the three flowers to repair themselves to witness this scene is actually a great blessing in life.

"It's interesting to see a new saint ascend the throne."

"Oh, I heard he was a saint from the previous dynasty."

"Why is it the previous dynasty?"

"You don't understand. I heard that the saint of the previous dynasty was defeated and entered the tomb with a core that suppressed the capital."

"The core, could it be the imperial seal that suppresses Kyushu?"

"I don't know."

"Anyway, now that this guy has returned, everyone wants to defeat him. Whoever gets the mysterious core will rule the world!"

"hiss!"

"I hope it won't harm the people of Kyushu."

The capital city has now turned into a dead zone.

It has become a completely empty city and no one knows the specific situation of the battle.

Some monks also tried to enter the nursery, grow three flowers, and try to grow them randomly in locations near the capital, but most of them were shattered.

"This fight took quite a long time? Immortality is strong, and each of them is terribly tanky."

At the Sword Forging Villa, Ning Zheng looked a little strange when she heard the news:
"That's fine. My three flowers are gone, and many of the same-level Sanyuan realm cultivators in the capital also have lost their three flowers. Let's go on strike together."

Xinyizhou City.

Xinyi Palace, in a courtyard.

"Alas! I'm back again, but now everything has changed."

Fairy Sword sighed, "The entire Xinyi Palace was shattered and rebuilt, and Jian Xin has left me."

The fighting in the capital is still going on and many people are waiting for the outcome.

“Now, we are famous all over the world.”

Xinyi Baishan didn't care.

It’s none of their business whether other people’s battles have any outcome or not. As long as there is a result for them, a group of neutral professionals, it’s enough.

At this time, Xinyi Baishan was sitting on a chair next to her, basking in the sun with a smile on her face.
"The Ark series will become world-famous. This year will be recorded in history forever!"

He was very satisfied with this sale, and they were worthy of being the think tank of Xirong Master Craftsman.

Something.

That kind of publicity conference model is very novel.

In particular, it also involves the important topic of "the history of human weapons".

The idea is elevated to a higher level by exaggerating the issue!
Solved two major century-old problems in history!

The style immediately improved.

If it were them, they would never have thought of such a special and novel method.

If they were in charge of the organization, they would just be selling weapons. Why would they make big promises, brag about the historical significance, and talk about changing the way people live?

——The first magic weapon of the younger generation.

——The last magic weapon of the older generation.

This ad is excellent.

"It's OK." Sword Fairy said, "We have a mature publicity and promotion team."

"Well, we can't get too complacent yet."

Doukouhong said: "We are going to launch more arks."

She also ran to Xinyizhou City and restored her image as a beautiful, mature beauty.
What makes them even more excited is...

They served the previous saint, the Saint of Nine Spike, successively.

This is a rare honor in history!

As for them fighting against each other? What does it have to do with us? They are not fighting monks, and they are not fighting for supremacy.

Not a race track.

Their dreams are simple, to research their own technology, become famous, and advance the times.

"It's time for us to divide the money we earned." Lan Zhou called out to everyone who was enjoying themselves.

Forging materials, spiritual materials, natural treasures, various sacred waters, sacred fires.
Everything is available.

There are eight arks, one of which has a contemporary saint as the purchasing customer, and the others are various ancient secret existences with unimaginably profound heritage.

Convert it.

Each ark was sold for about 500 million French dollars.

As a magic weapon they jointly created, they used sufficient materials.

Including materials, spirit objects, and the labor costs of various craftsmen and gods, the cost of the Ark was 60 million.

In the past, the products produced were probably top-notch magic weapons that sold for 40 million yuan, with a net profit of between 50% and %.

It is now sold for around 500 million, almost ten times the profit, which is an astonishing figure.

of course.

These are the first batch of weapons, and they are priced at such a premium in order to gain an advantage.

"There are 4 billion supplies. Let's make a list and allocate the resources." Soon, Xinyi Baishan called the appraiser and started sorting the various materials.

A list was quickly sent back to the villa.

In the steward's room.

Jiucai Rong suddenly felt happy:
"Fuck, the last Saint business order made a fortune of more than 1 billion Heavenly Spiritual Roots, and the current business order has brought back nearly 4 billion worth of materials and supplies."

The crowd was excited.

"Where's the list?"

"I want to see it. I want to see it."

The group of people were extremely excited, and their favorite moment was counting the spoils.

(End of this chapter)