Zhang Xiaowu ** for a while in a windbreaker, his heart moved, and when he wore it on his body, he really looked tall and handsome. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as handsome and chic, and Yushu is in the wind.

At that moment, he made a puzzling move. He pulled out a pistol and fired a shot at his shoulder.

After a thud, his brow furrowed, and then a strange smile appeared.

I saw that the shoulder was slightly concave, and a deformed warhead was stuck there, and it did not shoot into the body. He felt an unusually painful pain in his shoulder, and his blood bar had decreased by a tenth. The muscles were shattered by the impact of the bullet, but there were no obvious scars, and it was clear that the shot was perfectly blocked.

At this time, he has a [royal] attribute of 9 and a [body] attribute of 8 (30 chickens + 3 points). Although he had suffered a slight injury, he was satisfied, and sure enough, as he had guessed, as long as he reached that critical point, the pistol would be basically ineffective against him. As long as it does not hit the eyes, temples and other soft vital parts, there is no threat.

And after a while, his health bar slowly returned to a full state, which made him even more excited. It seems that the blood-recovering attribute of this dress is definitely a super-best existence. Not to mention the defense power, even the money saved for medicine is probably astronomical, and the continuous combat effectiveness is off the charts.

Satisfied, he put down his gun, sorted out the bits and pieces he had harvested during this time, and walked out of the door.

The environment of the big market is still the same as before, but there are more than twice as many stalls on the streets, and a cursory look at it probably shows that there are forty or fifty. Coupled with the bustling crowds on the streets, it is indeed a prosperous scene.

Anyone can see that anyone can see the stall making money, but the qualification certificate for the stall is too difficult to get, otherwise the number of stalls may be far more than these.

There are more stalls, but there are more customers, more than ten times more than before. This also has something to do with today's special day, after all, this is the first time such an event, and it will come once a month in the future, which naturally attracts a large number of people. In a little while, I'm afraid there will be more people.

Of course, these people are not here to hang out, they all want to take this opportunity to make a big improvement in their overall strength. Then it is the best choice to choose a piece of superb equipment in the booth that you don't have.

In fact, it's not that the Chosen One doesn't want to swap their equipment with other people. It's just that the word "trust" does not exist among the Chosen One. Because in the interface of the system, the transaction option can only be carried out with the merchant, and there is no system protection between ordinary Chosen ones in the equipment interaction.

In other words, if you want to call for equipment with another Chosen One, you can only do so by giving, and if you give it to someone else and they don't give you another piece of equipment in return, you can't do anything about it.

How dare the Chosen ones trade with people so easily? You throw something on the ground and are picked up, or you don't come back, and you don't dare to do it (the big market plane is not allowed to do it, otherwise you will be punished by the system), and you can only eat coptis dumbly.

There are also people who think about two people throwing their respective equipment to each other, or putting them on the ground, but there are still people who suffer, so the option of equipment swapping is basically vetoed by the Chosen One.

If you can't communicate with each other, you can only consume at the stall. As a result, stall owners are becoming more and more generous, and the price of stall licenses is becoming more and more expensive. Up to 100,000 gold coins, and the price is not in the market.

At the corner of the street, there are two stalls with the largest number of customers, almost airtight. That's Liao Jing and Brother Qiang's stall.

Especially Liao Jing, with the full support of Zhang Xiaowu, the funds can be described as massive, with a lot of equipment and completeness, and medical products are sold in limited quantities. So in the past month or so, Liao Jing's booth has developed to the scale of an exhibition.

Why is it a trade fair? The reason is very simple, there is a lot of equipment.

There are more than 20 pieces of white clothing, four or five pieces of blue clothing, plus medical supplies, covering an area of seven or eight square meters. Compared to the few pieces of equipment in other stalls, it can indeed be called a storefront.

Not only that, every time a piece of equipment is bought, Liao Jing will take out the same one and add it, as if it will never be sold.

The bigger the booth and the higher the popularity, the greater the traffic, the more equipment collected and the more equipment sold, which will attract more people to stop.

Moreover, Liao Jing's purchase price is generally higher than that of others, and what she sells is the same as others, so she is more favored by customers.

Now Liao Jing's daily gold coin turnover has reached an average of more than 100,000, sometimes 500,000 or 600,000, or even close to 1 million. Small profits but quick turnover, even if it is a 10% profit, in a month, she actually accumulated a wealth of more than 300,000 gold coins, which is converted into US dollars, as high as tens of millions. It's super rich.

But is it really just a 10% profit? You must know that the stall is turned around twice in and out, sometimes several times a day. Now her wealth is not just gold coins, the equipment on the stall and on her body has reached hundreds of pieces, and she has also treasured the best and most superb equipment and props, all of which are kept by Zhang Xiaowu, just waiting to come and get them today. In this way, the wealth of this stall is close to millions of gold coins.

In fact, Zhang Xiaowu glanced at her from a distance every day, and saw that she was busy, so he didn't bother. Seeing her every day is quite rewarding, Zhang Xiaowu is also happy in his heart, after all, he still accounts for the majority of this industry.

"It's nice to have a woman who can make money behind you!" A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Xiaowu's mouth. He also gained a lot this month, but counting the original more than 60,000 gold coins, it is only just over 100,000 now, which is less than one-tenth of what Liao Jing earned.

"Huh? Wu Ye is here? "The first person to see Zhang Xiaowu was Brother Qiang, he has made a lot of money recently with Liao Jing's popularity, but he is not as busy as Liao Jing, so he still has time to watch around.

"Haha, you're really doing a good business."

"Hehe, wherever and wherever you are, it's all the blessing of the dancer!"

Brother Qiang didn't know Liao Jing's full name, he only knew the word "Jing", and knew that her ID had the word Blood Dance, so when outsiders were there, he was called the dance boss.

When outsiders heard it, they thought it was Boss Wu, and Zhang Xiaowu also brought a homophone, which was easy to hide people's eyes.

Zhang Xiaowu chatted with him for a few words, and although Liao Jing saw him, he couldn't speak, so he could only smile sweetly, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Hey, boy, you're finding fault, aren't you? I took a fancy to this pair of gloves first, how do you stick a bar? A simple and innocent voice sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of Zhang Xiaowu and the people nearby, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw an extremely tall young man staring at the middle-aged man on the side. This young man is yellow-skinned, dark-eyed, more than two meters tall, extremely strong, but speaks Chinese. And that middle-aged man is actually a yellow person, with triangular eyes, hooked nose, and a sinister face, in the face of the young man's questioning, he just smiled evilly, ignored it, and continued to talk to Liao Jing in English.

Listening to the middle-aged man's accent, it was a little weird, and the voice was a little harsh and sharp. The people around him were talking, and they looked dazed, and they couldn't guess which country this person fell from.

But Zhang Xiaowu's face turned cold. This person is from the Yue country.