Bohemianism and unafraid of power are the characteristics of Feng Qingyang's character.

Especially after Yue Buqun Guangda Huashan and unified the Wuyue Sword Sect, Feng Qingyang lost the last obsession in the mortal world, and threw himself into the way of the sword.

"1,000 bonds!"

Zhao Ji, who had just made a deal in Jinguo, still had the chance to win, and even doubled again without waiting for Feng Qingyang's reply.

"2,000 bonds!"

"Coupons can't buy arrogance, and coupons can't buy integrity! You can't buy even 2,000 bonds.."

Feng Qingyang sneered and was about to say that even 2,000 coupons would not buy him the time to learn swords, but suddenly remembered that his Dugu Nine Swords seemed to have sold 4,000 coupons.

Now give up a seat, 2000 bonds?

Feng Qingyang hesitated slightly.

"3000 bonds..."Zhao Ji didn't give Feng Qingyang much room to think, and said again impatiently, he was still busy upgrading, how could he have the time to play a game of slowly increasing the price here.

"Three... Three thousand! Feng Qingyang couldn't help but shout.

There is nothing wrong with him not being afraid of power, but he still can't change the fact that he is poor.

After Yue Buqun sold the entire Huashan family, the only valuable thing on Feng Qingyang's body was a copy of Dugu Nine Swords, which was sold for 4,000 bonds, which was all Feng Qingyang's belongings.

Now someone is offering 3,000 bonds for one seat!

The wind is clear and shamefully shaken, so how many swordsmanship cheats can you buy?

Between bonds and dignity, Feng Qingyang is caught in a dilemma.

The words have been released, and now that he regrets it, Feng Qingyang always feels that he can't get over his face.

But 3,000 bonds is indeed a lot, enough for him to spend on the plane for the next month.

Agree, or disagree?

Other users in the mall were shocked by Zhao Ji's local tyrant's behavior.

3000 coupons to buy a seat, and the price increase is not blinking, why is there no such local tyrant who slaps himself in the face with money?

Many mall customers are looking at the wind with envy.

Feng Qingyang was still a little hesitant after making a difficult choice for a while.

If you add a little more, seven thousand... No, six thousand, six thousand rolls and he sold them.

However, Zhao Ji understood the wrong meaning of the wind and the clear air.

The five thousand coupons did not waver a bit, which made Zhao Ji, who had been relying on krypton gold to run rampant in the mall, very surprised, and couldn't help but have a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

was snatched by the wind Qingyang, and his anger faded a lot.

humiliating such a person with bonds, Zhao Ji himself felt a little unbearable.

Instead, he walked away from the venerable old man and spoke to the others in the mall.

"Guys, is there anyone planning to sell seats?"

There was silence in the mall, and just when Zhao Ji frowned and thought that he was going to return in vain, the customers in the mall burst out with the greatest enthusiasm.

"Your Majesty... Please, this way, come and sit here! ”

"2500, I'll sell it!"

"2000, I only need 2,000 bonds!"

"1000, it can't be less, my festival is more than this price!"

……

Although there is no shortage of local tyrants in the mall, there are obviously more poor people.

3,000 bonds, which is more than many customers' belongings.

It's just a position, it's a big deal to wait any longer, and a local tyrant like Zhao Ji is rare.

But Zhao Ji is not a fool, and he still has to save some coupons.

It wasn't until a new round of price reduction that a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe unwillingly and unwillingly broke out the price of 200 bonds, and Zhao Ji agreed.

No matter how much the price is lowered, it is better to save some time and enter the game as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Zhao Ji didn't forget to hand Feng Qingyang a provocative look.

Although there are arrogant people like him in the world who are unwilling to sell their discipline, there are more people who are willing to sell their discipline for the sake of bonds.

Zhao Ji strode and turned around and walked towards the temporary seat he bought.

The wind behind him is a tangled expression of wanting to speak and stop,

He didn't mean that,

The old man's 3,000 bonds!

Feng Qingyang regretted it, and he knew that he would have spoken first.

.....

Just when Feng Qingyang was still feeling sorry for himself for missing the opportunity, Zhao Ji had already put on a helmet and entered the game.

As his consciousness sank, Zhao Ji's figure soon appeared in the initial hotel.

This spacious, bright and exotic Celia inn has been expanded into a reception area covering hundreds of square meters, rather than a private small room in the game.

Many players who have returned from the adventure will sit here for a while, eat some desserts purchased with gold, and exchange information about the dungeon, just like a real other world.

Of course, here are more of the weakened warriors, who can't play dungeons, and don't want to get off the plane, so they can only pass the time by pretending to blow each other.

Zhao Ji didn't stay here too long, but dragged a small knife towards the depths of Gran.

"Level 8 sprout new group, pass the warrior-level fierce poison thunder ruin dungeon, don't come if the time on the machine is less than one hour!"

"King..! Three are missing and one is an absolutely strong team, and the team is a king level of Flame Graca! ”

......

Except for the newcomers who have just entered the game, and some of the bosses who have turned into jobs, nearly seventy percent of the gamers are located inside and outside the dungeon of the depths of the Gran, like a small bazaar.

Zhao Ji pondered for a while, then walked to the team clamoring to clear the king-level Flame Graka, and handed in the application for teaming.

"Ghost swordsman, only level 10? Which bastard handed over the party application? Don't you know that Flame Graka is a level thirteen dungeon? The warrior monk of the Western Regions who carried a cross on his back scolded and spoke.

The other two teammates also looked dissatisfied, didn't it delay their time...

"Twenty coupons bring the king once, and say why don't you do it?" Zhao Ji looked at the level of several people who were all around level 14, and nodded with satisfaction, this is already the highest level in the neighborhood.

"Point.. Bonds? ”

The bald Western Regions warrior monk's face changed, and there were not many people who asked for gold coins to level up in the past, and it was the first time I saw the local tyrant who gave bonds.

The other two teammates also hesitated, although leveling is also very important, but the twenty points are divided equally and each person has six or seven points, which is enough for them to continue for an hour and a half.

Clear the customs for a maximum of an hour, and some earn...

As the captain, the Western Regions Warrior Monk exchanged glances with several teammates and made a decision, but there was still a small problem that had not been solved before that.

"That, how do you divide twenty and three people?"

As the captain of the Western Regions, the warrior monk naturally hoped that he could get seven coupons, but the other two temporary teammates quit, everyone is contributing, why do you take a little more volume?

Zhao Ji looked at a few people strangely.

"What is not divided? I'm talking about twenty o'clock for one person..."