These packs were not consigned to the clan resource exchange.

For the treatment of these resource packages, Huangquan has other considerations.

Looking at the time, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Leaving the exchange and finding a remote place, Huang Quan activated the Infernal Teleportation.

Target—The Hall of the Corpse King!

In the dim hall of the corpse king, except for those dumbfounded corpse kings, there is not a single player.

At this time, even if a player wants to come in, they can't get in, it's too late, and the entrance to the Corpse King Hall has already been closed.

Thereupon.

These more than 200 corpse kings have all become Huangquan's bag.

Kill!

The big sword flashed with the cold light of the forest, and the yellow spring harvested these corpse kings.

Burst down.

Burst down.

Massive explosions.

Huangquan, which is only level 10, is twenty levels lower than the level of these corpse kings, and this level difference maximizes the explosion rate, and each corpse king can burst out a large number of treasures.

Too much.

Even if Huang Quan has the largest backpack in the world of "War", he can't hold so many treasures.

Fortunately, Huangquan doesn't need to put all these items into a backpack, and many things can be disposed of directly.

Equip, devoured directly.

No matter what grade it is, all of them are thrown to the Void Mask, and they are turned into Void Mask's artifact experience.

Skill books can also be devoured.

The god-level Northern Pluto Divine Skill, its upgrade method, relies on devouring skill books, these more than 200 corpse kings, contributed thousands of skill books to Huangquan, although most of them are low-grade garbage skill books, but, it doesn't matter, the Northern Pluto Divine Skill is not even disliked by low-level good grades, and they can all be devoured.

300 skill books were smashed down, and the Northern Shengong was upgraded to level 2.

900 skill books were smashed, and the Northern Spiritual Skill was upgraded to level 3.

In this way, most of the things that the Corpse King exploded were used by Huang Quan on the spot, and the rest were nothing more than some gold coins, blueprints, and props.

Gold coins can stack infinitely, don't worry.

Throw away all the drawings.

It's already the 108th day of the opening of the district, and these low-level drawings produced by the Corpse King Hall have long been useless, even if they are picked up, they can only be sold to the system, and they can't be sold for a few gold coins.

As for the rest of the props, keep the ones that are easy to use, and throw them away directly if they are useless.

Thereupon.

When the battle in the Corpse King's Hall was completely over, there were still more than 200 empty seats left in Huang Quan's backpack, which was very empty.

The Void Mask switches to Qin Da.

A scroll back to the city, Huang Quan flew back to the Demon Domain.

Didn't go to the store to dispose of the clutter in the backpack.

Because, the time has come to twelve o'clock.

Today is the 108th day of "Flames of War", and it is another day of events.

This is not a combat event, but it has touched the hearts of millions of players throughout Flames.

On this day, countless treasures will appear in front of the player's eyes.

On this day, there will be a huge amount of gold coins circulating in the hands of players.

On this day, the local tyrant may go bankrupt directly.

On this day, Dick Si will even get rich overnight.

This is the Pan "War" Auction Conference, the 4th Pan "War" Auction Conference.

The backpack is filled with goods that have been prepared for a long time, and the player teleports towards the auction hall.

Selling for money is just one of them.

More important is racial honor.

And that's a lot of experience rewards.

"The champions of the first three pan-"War" auction conferences were all won by the Terrans, and this time our demons must grab the first place."

"This is what you said, during this time, the development momentum of our demon clan is fierce, and a large number of goods have been accumulated, this auction, we will definitely be able to get the first place in profit, and we will definitely be able to win the championship!"

"This time, I have saved more than 50 million goods, and I don't know if I can get tickets for the treasure auction."

"Fifty million goods? No play! You don't look at the Jingkai District for a few days, I guess, if you want to get tickets for this treasure auction, there is no play without a transaction volume of 100 million. ”

"Damn, 100 million? Isn't that? ”

"? You are too underestimated to be the heroes of the world! Believe it or not, let's wait and see! ”

"Then we'll see!"

The player's discussion sounded in his ears, and Huang Quan had already teleported into the auction hall.

The goods, which have been prepared for a long time, are that whole bunch of resource packs.

"The resource package worth 200 million yuan, all of which are sold, should be able to get tickets for the treasure auction, right?"

To get your tickets, you'll have to sell all your resource packs before the rarity auction.

If you want to sell before that, there is only one way, consignment.

Although consignment is comparatively less profitable.

However, for the sake of that ticket, Huang Quan, he can only choose this way.

And.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Huang Quan set the price of these resource packs relatively low, and the price, not to mention in the pan-"Warfire" auction conference, even in the legion resource auction hall, will definitely be swept away.

Consignment!

All consignment.

The resource pack, along with a large pile of miscellaneous items in the backpack, were all thrown into the auction house by Huang Quan.

Then.

With a scroll returning to the city, and then a random teleportation scroll, Huang Quan flew to the outskirts of the Demon Domain.

Opening the Assassin Legion chat channel and finding a room dedicated to the Farming Trumpet, Huang Quan hurriedly wrote down a few coordinates, then switched to the Void Mask, revealing his true face.

Rush!

A few minutes later.

Still in the seven nights of anxiety because of the destruction of the legion station, jumped up.

In the Legion chat channel, the grim alarm sounded again.

"Ahh

"Bastard, I've been brushing wolf skins for more than four hours, and they're all gone!"

"What about the people, where are the people dying, hurry up and destroy the Yellow Spring!"

"Damn, why can't you get along with our assassin legions!"

"Destroy him, you must destroy him!"

Thereupon.

I can't take care of the pan-"War" auction conference, the new and old hatreds are counted together, and the players of the Assassin Legion are all rushing towards the outskirts of the Demon Domain.

It's not just the Assassin Legion.

At the moment when Huangquan killed people and crossed the goods, the system announcement had already announced his coordinates to the entire world of "War".

Thereupon.

Groups of demon players rushed towards the outskirts of the demon domain.

It's just that.

This time there were significantly fewer people than the previous two.

No way.

In the first two pursuits, the demon players almost went out of their nests, almost turning the outskirts of the demon domain upside down, but they didn't find any trace of Huangquan at all, and the two failures have exhausted the patience of many people, and this third time, the responders suddenly decreased a lot.

Besides, is it useful to go?

Even if you find Huangquan, can you beat it?

The Assassin Legion, a fourth-level legion, was single-handedly overturned by Huang Quan, and the speculation about Huang Quan's combat effectiveness that came from this had long been overwhelming, shocking everyone.

Think about Huangquan's strength, weigh your own strength, come on, why should you go.

Thereupon.

Those who really came to the outskirts of the Demon Domain to hunt down Huangquan were only 18,000 people.

Eighteen thousand?

Not to mention eighteen thousand, even one hundred and eighty, Huang Quan didn't dare to carry it, he still knew it.

So.

Transfiguration.

Incarnated as Qin Da, Huang Quan wielded a big sword disguised as a dagger, brushing the wild without hurrying or slow.