In Zhang Feng's thoughts, in fact, there is only one thing he wants to kill the most - the source.

The memories of the source in the memory are - the source: level 30 rare monsters.

There are more than a dozen level twenty-five rare monster brothers around him, not counting the faithful heavy tank servant.

As long as you directly attack the source, the other party will directly shout out countless junior brothers, so that you will be directly limited to the monster sea tactics and die of depression.

Therefore, Zhang Feng didn't dare to think about the trouble of finding the source.

The only thing he can use is his advanced knowledge to make himself stronger!

Although this knowledge belongs to the green, and it comes from the last civilization.

The geography is different, the location is different, and even the era is different. But the details of NPCs, monsters, and even some monsters are exactly the same.

Zhang Feng was sure that after the destruction of the previous civilization, everything would return to nothingness, and the human race would be reborn, and the battlefield would start anew.

Well, the knowledge of green is very important.

A piece of information spinning in Zhang Feng's head is very important to him now.

The biochemical aliens in the fog of the No. 3 Middle School on Fallen Leaf Avenue have been coveted by the major gangs.

In fact, Zhang Feng also remembered there.

There are really rare monsters in the fog, there are too many elite monsters, and there are monsters concentrated, and treasure hunting and leveling are good places to go.

It's a pity that it has always been shrouded in fog, and the combat effectiveness is very limited.

Many people want to go but are afraid to go.

In fact, the fog can be dispelled, and it only takes five hundred biochemical chips to synthesize a dispel from Arroyo.

He can disperse tiny suspended particles within a radius of fifteen meters.

In Qing's memory, the foggy area of the last civilization appeared in a large business center. When a man inadvertently scraped together 500 chips and sold them to Arroyo, Arroyo gave a hint.

Then the price of the chips that was originally sold to Arrow doubled.

In order to clean up the fog area as soon as possible, many gangs are rushing for chips.

Zhang Feng felt that this was an opportunity.

The price of chips is not what he values, what he values is something else - those cocoons that are in the process of hatching.

The cocoon has no attack power, and will also burst some chips and equipment. However, the most valuable thing he has is that he has a small chance of dropping a Virus Fragment.

Virus shards drop extremely rarely, and they are sold at NPC locations for only one Earth Coins.

But - this worthless virus fragment can be combined into a genetic fragment dropped by a rare monster!

Twenty virus fragments are combined into one genetic fragment.

The value of genetic fragments is priceless in the eyes of warriors, and even for a fragment, many people will snatch their heads.

Therefore, Zhang is going to buy chips and make dispersants for sale. Then he sold it, and when many people had cleared the nest, he would find a way to recover the virus fragments.

Zhang Feng went to Zhao Weiguo to withdraw 200,000 earth coins, then changed into civilian clothes and appeared in the trading area of the camp.

The trading area is not large, about 1,000 square meters, and each small stall is to spread a piece of cloth on the ground, and then put up their own items on it, or put up a sign to write what to receive and sell.

Due to the bayonet blocking the door, bored people like to try to dig for treasure here, and the trading area is more lively than ever.

Except for Zhang Feng, who has just come to the camp once, this is the second time.

He is no stranger to this place.

Zhang Feng erected a sign in a corner that was not too remote - fifteen earth coins to buy chips, buy a large number of chips, until they run out.

Zhang Feng had just put up a sign here, and someone immediately came over and asked, "Brother, you didn't write it wrong, right?" It's only ten to sell to merchants, but you're asking for fifteen Earth Coins, are you sure you're right? ”

"That's right, Fifteen Earth Coins buy chips." Zhang Feng sat on a small bench and pointed to the sign.

"How much do you charge?" The people who came still didn't believe it.

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded.

"Okay, then you wait, don't lie to people." The people who came were still a little unconvinced.

Until now, most of the chips have been sold to Arroyo, except for some tasks that need to be used.

The price of one of ten earth coins, and the acquisition of some tasks is up to twelve or thirteen earth coins.

This suddenly appeared and a fifteen earth coin to buy one, which made people really can't believe it.

But the man didn't have long to run out before he came back with six or seven men.

"Is he collecting the chips?"

"How much do you charge?"

Everyone couldn't believe it, and asked Zhang Feng tightly.

"I've got three hundred—"

"I have two hundred and twenty of them."

In an instant, six or seven people took out their chips one after another to trade with Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng is not afraid, and he counts the money and collects the chips happily. He inquired about the price.

With twelve or thirteen earth coins, it is impossible to attract too many people to come. He raised the price of the acquisition in order to get the news out faster and speed up the acquisition.

More than 800 pieces were collected in this meeting, which was only enough to make a dispersal.

But there was a good beginning, and the news that someone was collecting a large number of chips immediately spread.

Zhang Feng's side, there was a circle of people, everyone pinching two or three hundred chips waiting for the transaction.

Zhang Feng is not afraid, and collects chips and counts money.

"This person is crazy, what are you doing with so many chips?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it's useless in our hands, so why keep it? ”

"Damn, this is the rich man, I'm afraid it didn't cost 160,000 earth coins, right?"

“……”

The 200,000 earth coins in Zhang Feng's hands bottomed out in an afternoon, and there were fewer and fewer people.

Scattered, people hold dozens of pieces left for sale.

Zhang Feng calculated that there were about 12,000 chips, which should be about the same, so he stood up and put away the brand.

He didn't go straight to Arroyo, but cleaned up and began to wander around the camp, already aware that several people were following him behind him.

Buying more than 10,000 chips at a time, anyone will doubt his purpose, and of course they will want to track it to see what he wants to do.

Zhang Feng sneered, wandered around the camp, and then suddenly flashed into the passage leading to the second floor, quickly changed into equipment and walked up.

At this time, several people who followed him took a look at him, but they didn't recognize Zhang Feng at all, and the two sides passed by.

Zhang Feng shook off the stalker, and then came to Arroyo with the chip and said, "Mr. Arroyo, I have some chips to sell." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Feng handed five hundred chips to Arroyo according to the process in his memory.

"Ah, so many chips." Arroyo took the chip and said in surprise: "Warrior, you are really strong, you can collect so many chips." If you're willing to craft with me, I can help you make a dispel that can be used to expel some fog that obscures your vision and so on, so that you can expand your field of vision, would you? ”

"Ah, that's great." Zhang Feng deliberately pretended to be surprised, and said happily: "It just so happens that there is an area on the battlefield that has been covered by fog and has been inaccessible, if this dispersal is really effective, then I can destroy all the enemies there." ”

"Haha, that's nature." Arroyo said: "Crafting requires some materials, and together with the synthesis fee, there are a total of 1,000 Earth Coins. ”

"No problem." Zhang Feng counted out a crystal coin and handed it to Arroyo and said, "I'm sorry for you, Mr. Arroyo." ”

"Wait a minute."

With that, Arroyo opened the furnace and threw the chip into it, then raised the hammer and began to hammer, adding various materials to the furnace.

First, from the furnace, the parts are melted and refined.

After more than ten minutes, Arroyo stopped the furnace and began to assemble a large number of parts.

The last thing that was in Arroyo's hand was an oval metal ball the size of an egg with a button on the top.

Arroyo handed the metal ball to Zhang Fengdao: "Take him, turn on him when you want to enter the fog area, and within a radius of fifteen meters, all the fog will be dispelled." ”

"Thank you so much." Zhang Feng took the metal ballway: "I didn't expect the chip to be used in such a way." I still have a lot of chips here, can you help me make them all into this kind of deterrent? ”

"No problem." Arroyo nodded, "Take them all." ”

Eleven thousand five hundred chips can be made into twenty-three.

After Zhang Feng paid 23,000 Earth Coins, Arroyo asked Zhang Feng to come back tomorrow to pick up the goods.

After Zhang Feng said goodbye to Arroyo, he looked at the sky, and there was still some time before it got dark, so he went back to the tent to rest.

Quedrell hangs, and the only thing left in the claustrophobic space is the Beamon Behemoth Soul that can threaten him.

But when you go in, you won't be so unlucky to meet that Beamon Behemoth Soul, right?

Complete Arroyo's mission first, and maybe there will be a follow-up waiting for him.

When he woke up, Zhang Feng heard some news when he rushed to Arroyo.

The bayonet men stopped blocking the door, and one by one they carried their weapons with serious expressions, and walked out of the camp in groups of three or five to practice leveling.

Zhang Feng was a little puzzled: "Could it be that the conscience of the bayonet is not arrogant?" ”

He knew there that the Blood Knife was guessing that he had gotten the treasure.

A treasure that a level 50 boss has to recover is in the hands of the biggest enemy, Qinglong. This gave Blood Knife a great sense of crisis.

The Blood Knife didn't know what this treasure was, and even less did it know the effect and caste.

Therefore, the Blood Knife must become stronger in order to be sure to crush the green dragon to death.

And before that, the bloody knife also understood that the bayonet could not be too arrogant.

Therefore, the bayonets were retracted, and the people in the camp began to walk out of the camp one after another, and they were not chased by the bayonets.

And these have nothing to do with Zhang Feng.

He entered the claustrophobic space after twelve o'clock in the night.

Without Caderell, there's no need to pick up any more Dark Crystals. Even if the furious soul was level eleven, it would not do Zhang Feng any harm.

After Zhang Feng changed into the hands of the shackles of war, these violent souls could not harm him.

Although the soul after the rage is even crazier, the attack surname is stronger, and the protection of the magic shield is not difficult for Zhang Feng to clean up.

Along the way, there were seven thousand monsters killed for a drawing, but the result was that not even a single hair burst out.

Anyway, Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

Although it is impossible to hit equipment in this space, the density of these souls exceeds that of the battlefield.

The speed of leveling here is more than three times that of the outside world, which can be regarded as a gain and a loss. The mission of the witcher has completed the hunt of more than seven thousand five hundred monsters, and more than two thousand are still to be completed.

kept killing, Zhang Feng heard someone's scolding and fighting from a distance.

A woman's voice said coquettishly, "Bayonet, do you have to fight here?" ”

"Haha, Miss Long, what do you say? I didn't expect to meet you here, I think Young Master Wu Dazhong would really want to see you. ”

"That's right, Wu Shaoke thinks about you at night, since you want to meet here and don't catch you while there are few of you, do you still want to let you go?"

Zhang Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard it clearly.

It's really a narrow road.

The news of Wu Dazhong's death could not reach the third-level battlefield.

As for who Miss Long is, Zhang Feng doesn't know. But since he is an enemy of the bayonet, he can be regarded as half a friend, so he can't help but help.

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