Zhang Ping hurriedly opened the glass door, obviously expecting who it was, and his opening action was fast and steady, fully considering the air flow caused by the lifting of the door, flowing inward rather than outward.

Outside the door, a short cane made of yellow rosewood knocked on the glass door, and it was Yan Lao who was sitting in a magnetic-powered wheelchair.

Yan is nearly eighty years old, described as withered, deep eye sockets, cloudy eyeballs, pupils in the dull earth yellow mixed between brown and black, from which it looks extremely deep and difficult to understand, the hair has already fallen thin, only more than ten strands of gray hair, as if artificially inlaid around the bare heavenly spirit cover.

Once the glass door was opened, Yan Lao's skinny right hand, which was as scorched as a chicken claw, gently rubbed the rubber handrail, and the wheelchair slowly led him in, quietly sliding into the smoke-filled room.

Zhang Ping was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly threw most of the cigarette in his hand into the huge ashtray on the table. Zhang Ping no longer sat back in the chair, but stood up straight, his demeanor was respectful, and he pretended to call briskly: "Old Yan is here!" ”

The hermit stood up without a trace, smiled and nodded, but did not say hello, but calmly turned around, opened a few windows on the sunny side, because this majestic building is a hilltop building, and this smoking room is located on the ninety-eight floors, if the flat ground must be calm at this moment, but here suddenly hit a tornado, less than two seconds the smoke was blown away, the smoking room was already clear and cool.

Yan Lao didn't look at Zhang Ping, but stared at the hermit with great interest, his eyes following his movements and shifting, looking a little difficult.

The hermit smiled at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Old Yan has always been tired of boys, why is he willing to come to see the boy in person today?" ”

Yan Lao looked at him, with a shallow smile on his face, and squeezed an old face like orange peel into the center.

Whether such an expression is an onset of Alzheimer's disease or a loss of laughter due to inner sarcasm, the two young people in the room can't tell the difference. Zhang Ping stood motionless with his hands down, his head lowered and stared at the ground, and the smile of the hermit couldn't help but freeze on his face.

"At the end of next month...... You have to pay it back. Yan Lao's voice was low, but the words were clear, "Before that, no matter how much you want, I will give it to you." ”

"Of course, Yan Lao knows the roots of the kid, and I can't run away. Anyway, I really need a ......."

The hermit was still without a trace, and Yan Lao intercepted: "Run...... Hehe, how much more do you want? "His laughter was very strange, and combined with his withered image, he was purely an old monster.

"Three billion."

The hermit ignored whether his laughter was mocking, but he didn't talk nonsense and answered properly.

The sound of footsteps started, and a dark-skinned middle-aged manservant walked into the smoking room quickly, but he didn't look at Zhang Ping and the hermit without a trace, strode forward, followed by both hands to hold the chair of the wheelchair, leaned over to look at Yan Lao's face, and didn't know what he was looking at.

"I will sign the promissory note, you come with Mr. Zhang, and ask my legal advisor to get the money." Yan Lao said as he controlled the wheelchair to turn around in place and slide outside.

"Yes, Yan Lao is going well." Zhang Ping was as respectful as ever, and bowed deeply to the back of the wheelchair as he spoke.

"It's Ji...... Lawyer Ji Bainian...... "The hermit disappeared without a trace, and raised his voice slightly, "Old Yan! ”

Yan Lao didn't pay attention, and the swarthy manservant didn't look back.

Zhang Ping nodded at the hermit without a trace, the hermit couldn't help gritting his teeth, and then opened his mouth, but he didn't scold after all, Zhang Ping shook his hand again and again, his brows were locked, and his expression was worried.

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The main city of the firmament, the sixty-eight-story platform of the secret realm map outside the southern city.

The swordsman Chunqiu hung up twice, the fire god hung up once, resurrected himself in a nearby village, and rode back quickly to continue farming monsters, and the others were in no danger for the time being.

Xiao Fan was only careful to watch out for the threat of He Fang's quiet place at first, and gradually consciously cared for his other teammates, and his movement speed became faster and wider.

With his ability, it is not a problem to brush a single level eighty sweeping monster, and at this moment, it is easy to save everywhere, intercept or snipe monster skill damage, and constantly use the rheology, even after several months of skillful use, the skill of rheology with an extremely short effect, it is always impossible to achieve a hundred shots, mistakes are inevitable, and it is inevitable to be in danger.

Fortunately, the shadow is purely controlled by the player's consciousness, and the combat techniques are becoming more and more proficient, it is simply an invincible meat shield, as long as the main general is not dead, the shadow is completely tireless, with the flow of Xiao Fan's consciousness, blocking attacks and killing, omnipotent.

The secret map is too dangerous, and the monsters are all equipped with sweeping skills, and the firewolf, a mount that is keen on fighting, does not dare to release it.

Fire Feather Evil Cloud's body is agile and agile, and he sways freely, just consciously leading the monster to the effective control distance of the law system, waiting for the three melee seekers to come forward to kill, with his ability to quickly adapt to the monster dynamics and teammates' habits, and gradually find a tacit understanding with his teammates.

As a result, the efficiency of monster farming gradually increases, and experience points are harvested more quickly.

He Fangjing and Xiao Fan have been farming monsters together for many days, and they have been working together, cooperating tacitly, and learning from each other in the monster farming, she is extremely smart, and the control of body dynamics is extremely dexterous.

The swordsman Chunqiu, the fire god, the money cat and other five people are also becoming more and more proficient in monster farming techniques, and when the skills are fired, when the melee is drawn and slashed, they always burst out with powerful outputs.

Everyone was very happy and energetic, and found a wild experience of unbridled and indulgent killing that they had never seen in their lives, and the movement of their feet and the twisting of their bodies all passively accelerated with the pursuit of monsters, which was a natural, almost reflexive stress response.

I don't know when it started, even the sound of talking disappeared in the chat room, and this silence lasted for several hours, and there was no movement at all. The eight of them concentrated on farming monsters and leveling, and naturally concentrated all their attention, and even Chunhuai transferred the owner of the chat room to Huo Yu Evil Cloud before going offline, and no one else noticed.

Before you know it, time has slipped by, the sky has dawned, and the secret map platform has always been hazy, with no dome in sight, no sunlight penetrating, only under the gloomy sky.

They farm monsters with a sense of rhythm, and the cooperation between each other is more and more tacit, even the rampaging pig, the money cat, and the rich girl can lend a strong helping hand to their teammates, and no one mentions going offline.

At more than eight o'clock in the morning, some people were hungry, some people were in a hurry, some people received real-life phone calls, knocks on the door and other notifications, and they gave system warnings and reminders, but they had no choice but to make an appointment to cooperate next time.

Eighty levels are upgraded to eighty-one levels, and the experience points required increase by five percent, which seems to be insignificant on the basis of 580 million, and only requires more than 610 million experience points, but after the player reaches level eighty, the experience points obtained when farming monsters are reduced to one-fifth.

That is to say, if the seventy-ninth level sweeping monster gives players of the same level 200,000 points of experience, the eighty-level monster is not an increase in difficulty, and the amount of blood alone has tripled, and the return of harvesting experience points has only doubled to 400,000 points, and then reduced to one-fifth, then it becomes 80,000 points, no matter how strong the player is, you have to kill nearly 8,000 monsters alone to reach eighty-one level. There is a slight increase in the amount of experience gained from the party status, and the number of monsters killed is also more than 7,000.

(End of chapter)