Chapter 435: A rich man is a rich man

"Damn!" When Xian Hai found the level 130 belt book and read the price, his first reaction was this word.

"Daddy, this is called a low-price sale?" Xianhai's consciousness muttered to himself in surprise; The price of this book is obviously 500,000 yuan higher than the market price, and this guy has not even shamelessly advertised: "Low price sale, after this village, there will be no such store!" ”

However, Xianhai didn't have too much entanglement, selected the level 130 belt book, and with a click of the left mouse button, the thing was in hand, and the 5 million fantasy coins were also baibai.

Because he understands that when you need something, even if it costs a little more, it's worth it. Otherwise, it will really happen that there is no store in this village. The price is one thing, whether there is or not is another. What's more, there are less than five minutes left to seal Chiyou to start, and eighty percent of the stalls have already begun to close. If you don't buy it now, you can't do it, and the next moment this stall will be closed. It's a bit of a hassle to find and buy this one.

Within a few seconds of Xianhai buying the belt book, the friend icon flashed excitedly.

"Found a 130's Belt Book." Xiao Zixuan sent a message to Xianhai and said.

"How much?" Xian Hai hurriedly asked, how can you not be excited about being able to get two high-grade belt books in such a short time?

"Dizzy, bought by a rich man! 5 million, there are people in seconds! Xiao Zixuan replied depressedly.

Xian Hai was also depressed, depressed and wanted to vomit blood, and thought in his consciousness: "5 million, Bacheng is the one I just bought." I'm dizzy, when did I become rich! Thinking of this, he wrote back to Xiao Zixuan: "Well, rich people are rich people." We poor people really can't compare. "After sending this message, I can't talk about it, I really want to stretch out my right hand and slap myself dozens of loud times.

Xiao Zixuan responds to a sleeping #77 depressed expression animation.

"I'm looking at the stall and getting ready to see the seal Chiyou." Xianhai replied.

"Hmm." Xiao Zixuan wrote back and agreed; On this point, there is no possibility for anyone to object now.

The stalls began to close frantically, and players flocked to the NPC Valkyrie Altar Messenger as if they were returning to their nests. It's like worshipping a god. The interface suddenly became ethereal, and everyone had a feeling of struggling, as if every move would take an extremely long time, as if they were moving forward and retreating in this short distance.

Without thinking, Xianhai used F9's function to shield players to deal with this phenomenon. Every time Xianhai moved, he used F9 once until he reached the Martial God Altar Messenger, and after using F9 again. F9 was thrown out of the sky by him.

Now on the interface of Xianhai, except for himself and the Martial God Altar Envoy, there are no other players in sight - in front of him, his eyes have become a turbulent sea of green waves. These green seas are none other than the names of the players. Thousands of players' screen names overlapped in a small space, and they couldn't recognize what the word was, only to see one smear after another, clumps of green. At the same time these green. It also moves, sometimes to the left. Sometimes xiangyou, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, like a car full of people, driving on a mountain road with bumps and many curves.

Although the interface card is so serious. But the current channel, the shijie channel, and the gang channel are very lively, which means that pieces of text are whistling on everyone's interface. It's the same with Xianhai's, as long as he presses F9 again. Immediately you will be plunged into that sea of horrible words. But Xian Hai didn't dare, he would rather read the text that was quickly swiped on various channels than be surrounded by words and players in the sky, disappear completely, and not feel his existence at all.

"Do you think this seal will be successful?" A player asked on Current Channel.

"Don't be kidding, it's only level 145, it's not good or not, the attributes and hardware can't be reached at all. It is estimated that Chiyou can kill one with a flick of the nose, and drown a group with a spit of saliva. A player joked on the current channel.

The current channel audience is blatantically, full of channels, full of "won't it" #24 blink emoji animation, and "no" #35 stunned emoji animation, volcanic eruption generally covers the sky.

Suddenly, many players were stunned and asked on the current channel: "What's wrong?" "What's the situation?" "Asking for answers?" "Did the GM hit the wall?"

"Damn, you don't know?" Several players responded on Current Channel.

"I don't know!" "What the hell is going on, find out!" A group of players asked on the current channel.

"Check it out on the current channel yourself." Quite a few players responded on the current channel.

"There are too many messages, they have long been wiped out, and all that has been found out are #24 and #35." A group of players brazenly said in the current channel.

"That's troublesome. The only way is, that brother just now, you send what you just said again! "There are quite a few players who have suggested it on the current channel.

So, that phrase really reappeared on the current channel.

So, once again, the earth-shattering ghosts and gods appeared on the current channel.

Xian Hai also made a brazen appearance on the current channel. Less than two or three minutes before the battle to seal Chi You began, Xian Hai called up the gang channel and checked the recent chat history. One of the most common phrases is "stuck!" ”

But the really interesting thing is that the thing that his group talks about the most is not the upcoming Seal Chiyou Challenge, but how many pictures he plays, how many darts he presses, how many rings he runs, how much experience he has gained, and how much money he has done; and a lot of messages that tease each other and hack each other.

"A bunch of bizarre guys!" Xianhai's consciousness smiled playfully.

At the same time, the current channel, the shijie channel is once again crazy lively. This time, however, the words that appeared were all angry curses. Because the time has reached 22:10, but everyone can't get into the state of watching the game; Clicking on the Martial God Altar Messenger multiple times, first it reminds that the battle has not started yet, and then it prompts that the battle is less than one round and you can't watch the battle; How can you not make everyone angry.

Countless #80 contemptuous emoji animations, named to a mysterious character with the surname "G" and the last name "M":

"GM, I'll rely on you, let Lao Tzu see Seal #80!"

"GM, I missed Lao Tzu to watch the play, I lit a match for you #80!"

"GM, is it okay to be a little disciplined #80!"

At 22:12, a sentence suddenly appeared on the current channel: "Here we go!" Immediately, all the players' mouse arrows pointed at the NPC Martial God Altar Emissary. (To be continued......)