The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

"You can't sell things in the lobby. Customers, please go to the venue first. We don't allow gatherings here!"

The front desk clerk just felt that it was a bit strange for these people to gather here, but who would have thought that they would turn around and start spreading mats on the ground and hawking things on the spot.

Moreover, those things looked like some game props, which was quite intimidating.

It has attracted many other customers to stop and watch.

The front desk immediately went up to chase the person away.

The elevator just came down at this moment.

Players are so used to playing games that they are very thick-skinned.

Without any embarrassment, he folded the mat on the ground to the left and right with a quick movement of his left and right hands, pulled it up and put it on his back:

"Okay, we'll go upstairs first. Those of you who just said you want something, just scan the QR code and pay first and we'll deliver the goods later."

They all crowded into the elevator, and a few players who were selling weapons were still distributing their QR codes.

After being stopped by the rain, the old man was still a little hesitant and looked very envious.

Seeing that my old friend from Sanqing Mountain had quickly scanned the code and paid 10,000 yuan smoothly, I could no longer sit still.

I reached out and asked my old friend for the QR code.

"Oh, Lao Jiang, it's no use for you to pay now. The things on that stall have been distributed and there is no more stock."

The old man from Sanqing Mountain put away the QR code with a smile, "I don't know which family you guys are from?"

"The spiritual energy has just been revived, and you can create weapons that absorb spiritual energy on their own. This is really amazing."

Players are holding their mobile phones and checking payment information.

I heard the old man ask.

Then he looked up blankly.

All the Xuanmen disciples and descendants of the secluded families in the elevator also fell silent.

They are also very curious.

Although many of those hidden families have not come out into the world, they still have some connections with the Xuanmen.

These young people looked ordinary, and one of them even wore big slippers and had greasy hair.

They don't look like that kind of people at all.

"We are just independent cultivators, very independent." Tomahawk swung at Smoking Man, "But don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem with the weapons. If there is a problem, you can return them within seven days without giving any reason. They are all handmade. Although they are not big brands, they are absolutely guaranteed."

Staying and growing mushrooms: "That's right, you guys, don't blindly believe in big brands like the Timeless Star Group. We have the same quality as big brands, and we also have the same guarantees as they do."

Each elevator can only carry 20 people.

Wait until a ding sound is heard.

The elevator door opened, and there were already quite a few people in Hall 3088.

In an instant, the lively sounds reached the ears of these old men from the Xuanmen sect, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Since when did City X have so many monks? Even if they were warriors... there shouldn't be so many.

Hall 3088 is not particularly large.

It’s only 500 square meters in total.

But there are at least three hundred people in this 500-square-meter hall.

Various hawking sounds are heard one after another.

There are even a large number of young people wearing fancy clothes and with messy and colorful hair.

There was even a group of guys who looked like Taoists, with copper coin masks on their faces and red and black Taoist robes that were torn to tatters. They then laughed wildly and ran past them on all fours.

"This..." The cell phone in the old man's hand fell to the ground with a click.

The few Zuwangdao practitioners who had just run over were instantly attracted here.

They picked up the mobile phones on the ground with a smile:

"Hey, old man, your phone fell!"

The old man was just about to take over.

One of the Zuwangdao suddenly started laughing loudly: "Hahaha, old man, the phone you dropped is this, that's my phone!"

"Ahahahaha, is this old man getting senile and confused?"

"Hey, did you drop your phone? Aren't you a Taoist priest? How do you have a phone?"

"That's right, do you know how to use a cell phone? Hehehe."

"Hey, it's night time, you're visiting the mountain. Be brave and go forward."

They laughed and sang, then started to walk away arm in arm.

Not to mention the old people from Sanqing Mountain, even the young people from the Xuanmen and secluded families who came with them were frightened.

Who are these people?

The rain kept falling, but I couldn't stand it any longer: "Oi! Just follow the Way of Forgetting, don't bully the elderly, okay? Hand over your phone to me quickly, or else!"

The rain kept falling as he spoke, throwing off his black coat and showing his phone, which was recording: "The Justice League is enforcing the law on the spot. I'll upload all of you when I get back. In the future, when I buy things and recycle gold coins, I'll deduct more taxes from you all."

Several Zuwangdao laughed and ran back: "Hey, we are all brothers, don't take it seriously, sister. Besides, we are all in the same group, can we bully the elderly?"

Zuowang Dao-Si Bing, handed the old man's phone back to the old man, and then patted the old man on the shoulder with a smile:

"Hey, old man, why are you here to attend a party for no reason? You're asking us to respect the elderly and love the young. This is ruining the atmosphere."

After saying this, he ran away and followed a few Zuowang Dao practitioners to find other fun.

"Didn't they count the number of people when they notified us before?" The old man from Sanqing Mountain's lips were trembling. He opened his mobile phone, clicked it quickly with trembling hands, and then frantically counted the number of people who said they would come.

If we count them, there are only about a hundred people, at most a hundred and twenty.

but now……

Ding! ! !

The elevator rang again.

There was another wave of completely unfamiliar people, mixed in with a few Xuanmen people who were as confused as they were.

There were even a few Buddhist disciples who were surrounded by some guys pretending to be Bodhisattvas.

This is outrageous, this, this, this...

The old man's eyes widened and he gasped.

Samantabhadra took out his own custom-made Gatling gun and put it on his shoulder. "Oi, brothers, who wants to take a photo with the Bodhisattva?"

at this time.

Shadow Ghost and Jiang Nu, who were waiting quietly in another small room, heard the noise in the hall.

"Hehe, there are so many people. If we catch them all this time, there will be no one left to protect China."

"It would be great if I could eat it all by myself, but I didn't expect that such a small piece of information would be so attractive. I have no choice but to share some of this large piece of meat.

(Today is only one chapter, I want to be lazy)