Chapter Seventy-One: Basic Boxing Specialization

"Fuck off! Get out of here! ”

Just as Wang Yan suppressed his anger and was about to buy it, a burst of angry shouts came from not far away.

Turning his head, he saw that he was a strong man with a height of one meter and a half but a big waist and a round waist.

The muscles are bulging, the bones are thick, and if you are taller, you should be a personal tank.

It's a pity that he is only 1.5 meters, and at first glance he looks like a big leather ball.

"Ghost Head, who provoked you, why are you so angry?"

A guy who looked like a translator leaned over with a flattering expression on his face.

"Don't mention it, the last mission was blown up by a bunch of nuclear bombs, and if you didn't run weirdly, you would have to die there. It's a pity that the forced detachment led to the failure of the mission, and thousands of points were lost. ”

The ball named Ghost Head is still angry when I think about it now, can't I honestly wait for death after being blown up by a nuclear bomb? Why fight back?

Not only did they scare them half to death, they didn't even get the rewards, but they also used up the precious forced drag away props.

"Bombardment with nuclear bombs? That's really shameless! ”

The translator took out a fan and fanned it for the ghost scalp ball, and at a glance it looked like a superb dog's leg.

"Nuclear bombing?"

Wang Yan, who was not far away, heard these words, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

He hadn't forgotten the horror and despair, and he definitely didn't want to experience it a second time.

"Janice?"

"Master, he's one of those people."

Janice's voice came from inside the headphones, which made Wang Yan's heart full of murder.

"I didn't expect it to be the ghost head of the Rising Sun Team that was swollen."

After seeing the face of the visitor, the stall owner who had temporarily raised the price rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Skill books, freshly baked skill books, and the most important basic skill books! Take a look at it, you need money if you don't buy it! ”

The stall owner's shouts immediately attracted the attention of a large crowd and quickly gathered around.

Seeing this, the stall owner turned on the projection very happily and projected the information on basic boxing expertise to everyone.

There are five levels of skill books: basic, intermediate, advanced, expert, and master, of which the most expensive are expert and master, which belong to the type that has no price. Intermediate and advanced are much cheaper because there are a lot of reincarnators corresponding to this level.

The price of the basic skill book is neither high nor low, but since any specialization needs to be cultivated from the basics, it is not wrong to say that it is the most important.

"I didn't expect to come across a basic skill book here!"

Hearing the stall owner's words, a ball-shaped ghost head swollen and walked over.

When he saw the price tag of fifteen thousand points on it, he couldn't help but frown.

This thing is not expensive if it is in the C-level area, but it is a bit outrageous in the D-level area.

"Fifteen thousand, I bought it."

Seeing that the ghost head was swollen and leaned over, Wang Yan was in a bad mood and slapped directly.

However, when he was ready to pay, the stall owner refused.

Glancing at him with disdain, the stall owner turned his gaze to the swollen ghost's head.

"Although it's a bit expensive, it's not unacceptable, I'll pay sixteen thousand, and this skill book belongs to me."

Ghost head swollen said.

"Ten thousand seventeen!"

Originally, it was not pleasing to the eye, and this skill book was still needed by Wang Yan, so he naturally couldn't be polite.

"Shout, I didn't expect anyone to dare to grab something from my Rising Sun team? You can't find death! ”

Hearing Wang Yan's offer, the ghost head was swollen and suddenly became angry, and threatened Wang Yan fiercely.

"Who is looking for death, you dung ball!"

Wang Yan snorted coldly and said sarcastically without mercy.

I have to say, this thing really looks like a dung ball.

It's short and thick, and it spews feces in its mouth, it's like a ball of dung.

"You're looking for death!"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the ghost head was swollen and angry, he had always hated others to ridicule his height, not to mention that Wang Yan's sentence was a personal attack.

"What? Angry? Want to get the husk lang behind your back to make a shot? Come on, the shell will only push a ball of dung like you! ”

Wang Yan had a sarcastic expression on his face, and then looked at the stall owner, "Seventeen thousand, do you want to sell it?" ”

"I'll give 20,000!"

The ghost head is swollen and wants to go crazy, and he does not hesitate to increase the price.

"Twenty in one!"

"Twenty-two thousand!"

"Twenty-three thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Twenty-eight thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

When the price reached 30,000, the swollen head of the ghost finally stopped.

This skill book is actually worth about 10,000 yuan, and it is three times the original price, even a mid-to-upper team like the Rising Sun Team can't afford it.

"30,000 points, I'll see if you can come up with 30,000 points for a little-known piece of garbage. By the way, there is one thing I need to tell you, it is possible to apply for a pre-reincarnation ruling by indiscriminately quoting here! ”

The ghost head was swollen and sneered, he didn't believe that a D-class reincarnator could come up with a huge sum of 30,000 points.

"Isn't it just 30,000 points, thinking that everyone is poor like you?"

Wang Yan sneered and issued a transaction application to the stall owner.

"Ghost Head?"

The stall owner did not accept it immediately, but looked at the ghost head dung ball next to him.

"If he can come up with 30,000 points, you can sell it to him!"

The ghost head is swollen and full of confidence, he wants to see Wang Yan make a fool of himself, and he will make a fool of himself in front of hundreds or thousands of people in front of everyone.

"Hehe, then thank you very much for the dung ball!"

Wang Yan sneered, entered 30,000 points, and then confirmed the transaction.

"Earn 30,000 points!"

The reminder of reincarnation sounded, and the stall owner's flattering expression froze on his face.

"You really have 30,000 points?"

"I still have your mother!"

Wang Yan snorted coldly, he didn't want to continue to be angry with these people.

The mountains are high and the road is long, and there is a chance to meet again.

"Little brother, I have something that you probably need most right now."

Just a few hundred meters out, a person stopped Wang Yan.

This person is none other than Fang Huifeng, who has traded twice.

"The Rising Sun Team is a small team under the Burning Sun Team, and its members are all from Dongying and Hanguo, and they are considered to be the dominant ones in the D-class region. However, they can only scourge in Section D, and they are nothing in Area C. ”

Fang Huifeng smiled, his face full of disdain.

"I see, I saw the stall owner's expression of hating to kneel down and lick it, and I thought it was awesome."

Wang Yan shook his head, he was angry enough before, but he didn't think too much about it.

"Although I don't know how strong you are, if you can take out 30,000 points in one go, you shouldn't be afraid of them."

Fang Huifeng patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, and then projected the information of a prop in front of Wang Yan.

Name: Leadstring

Type: Prop

Grade: D+

Description: Lianlian, you and I have agreed to be a hundred years apart. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he will have to wait under the bridge for three years. Select a target to forcibly bind the opponent's next mission world to you. You can earn 3,000 points for selling.