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The young man's cheeks tightened and he took a sharp breath.

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground casually, the young man's eyes were shining, and he looked at the few strong men opposite him with an arrogant and domineering face.

"That's roughly the way things go, you can't take it, let's talk about it!"

With his hands folded and his body leaning back slightly, the green tendons on the young man's forehead jumped a few times, and his eyebrows revealed a heavy anger and impatience, and the whole person looked very irritable and irritable.

Several strong men of the 79-3 team looked at each other, and one of them stood up and said politely: "Liu Shao, can you add more...... You will know the situation of our captain as soon as you inquire about it, and we need money urgently......"

The strong man gritted his teeth, "Liu Shao, how about 200 million, 200 million, our brother will definitely do it for you!"

"Bang!"

Liu Liyang's brows furrowed, and he slapped the solid wood table in front of him.

He's been having a hard time lately!

Yuan's three copies of the Tyrant Beast Essence Blood, two copies are placed in the Roaring Martial Arts Gym Elite Training Camp, and the top two can be obtained!

Elite training camps, every faction has it.

In the elite training camp, there are some martial artists who have excellent cultivation physique and have reached the middle and high ranks at a young age

Liu Liyang is such an outstanding talent, at the age of 26, he is already an eleventh stage martial artist, and the future martial saint!

But in this competition, he was the third place!

Overlord beast essence blood, a total of two copies, the third place naturally does not!

His two competitors in the elite camp, both got the blood of the tyrannical beast, one step ahead of him, and stepped on his head.

"Damn!" Liu Liyang narrowed his eyes, "What kind of Zhou Yi is it, a fourth-class talent is so uninteresting, it's a waste to get the blood of the tyrant beast!"

He was not happy in his heart, and he couldn't swallow this breath if he didn't clean up Zhou Yi.

Actually, Zhou Yi is not to blame for this matter, but there must always be an outlet for anger.

......

"Liu Shao, no matter what, as long as you give the money, we will definitely finish it quickly, and we will finish it with this life!" Seeing Liu Liyang's dissatisfied expression, the strong man gritted his teeth and continued to say good things.

This money, they have to get it!

Their captain is still lying in the hospital, and he will die at any moment.

Generally speaking, martial artists will give a certain amount of treatment if they are injured, and the number of martial artists against monsters is limited, so the martial arts hall will naturally not watch them die like this, especially high-ranking fighters.

The strong man and their captain, who was too seriously injured, were rescued and breathed back.

This kind of injury, the martial arts hall is not capable of healing, and it is impossible to spend resources for free all the time.

First of all, there is little hope of curing, and secondly, there is no combat power after being cured, so it is impossible for the martial arts hall to continue to treat you for free, and the resources have to be reserved for other fighters who are more in need and more valuable.

The brothers of the 79-3 team have deep feelings, and the captain is seriously injured in order to cover their retreat, and they can't ignore it.

During this time, they even sold many pieces of equipment.

But equipment is a must for hunting, and without equipment, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and they will not make money.

They will not sell equipment again until they have to.

......

Liu Liyang's face is still ugly.

The strong men kept reassuring, saying good things, and putting their posture very low.

"Okay, that's it, I'll give you 100 million first! After the deed is done, I'll call you another 100 million!"

100 million 200 million, Liu Liyang doesn't care, his grandfather is a martial saint, and he doesn't expect to go further when he is old, all the money and resources are invested in him, and one or two hundred million is the level of pocket money.

Liu Liyang was about to leave after speaking, but suddenly, he stopped again and said coldly, "As soon as possible, complete this matter as quickly as possible, otherwise you won't want that 100 million!"

With a light snort, Liu Liyang stepped away.

"Liu Shao, go slowly!"

Everyone in the 79-3 team breathed a sigh of relief, with this money, their captain could continue to receive treatment, and there was hope of survival!

"Old Five, you go to investigate that Zhou Yi's information and pay attention to his movements! Complete Liu Shao's task as soon as possible and get another 100 million!"

......

Black Wind Base Area 20

Roaring Martial Arts Branch

Zhou Yi is choosing weapons, and tomorrow is the day of his internship.

It was a huge and open warehouse, where rows and rows of weapons of all levels were placed.

High-level areas

"C12 standard battle knife!Priced at 60 million fighting coins!" Zhou Yi watched.

The war knife was more than two meters long, the width of an arm, and the whole body was dull, but it exuded an eerie chill.

Division-level monsters are huge, often tens of meters away, and to deal with them, they need to use even more huge weapons.

The two-meter-long sword is not the longest here.

"C12 boots! 60 million fighting coins!"

"C12 standard combat uniform! Priced at 60 million fighting coins!"

......

Zhou Yi looked at it quickly, the C12 series priced at 60 million is the best in the C12 series, and there are also 30 million, 40 million, 50 million, and of course, more expensive.

"So be it. ”

Quickly selected a set of C12 60 million series, Zhou Yi checked the product catalog, and then came to the counter.

"Senior, please send me a credit application form!"

In charge of the counter was an old martial artist, gray-haired and gaunt.

He didn't have a strange, disdainful and other expressions, because credit is a normal situation here.

The equipment is expensive, and most martial artists can't afford it at first, so they can't fight monsters with their bare hands.

In many ways, the martial arts hall is very user-friendly and has many preferential regulations.

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

The old fighter nodded, and first inquired about Zhou Yi's credibility, as well as the credit scope authority corresponding to the combat power.

It is impossible for the martial arts hall to let people take unlimited credit, and when your credibility is reduced to a certain level, the martial arts hall will no longer give you convenience and will blacklist you!

The range of credit corresponding to combat power refers to the credit of weapons of higher ranks cannot be selected for low-rank combat power.

"Credibility, 100!"

"Zhou Yi, with a four-stage cap, has a high-level combat power, and is in line with the credit authority. ”

"Are you that Zhou Yi?" The old martial artist was a little surprised, Zhou Yi is still very popular recently, although he doesn't like forum gossip, but he knows a little.

Zhou Yi nodded.

Swipe your watch and the light curtain pops up.

Fill out an open account application form specifying how much of your share needs to be repaid semi-annually.

Zhou Yi swiped his finger to sign.

"Well, alright, you can take all the weapons with you!" the old martial artist nodded.

Zhou Yi nodded and left with his weapon on his back.

......

The next day at half past five

The Roaring Martial Arts Pavilion Branch of the Twenty Districts of the Black Wind Base

Zhou Yi met with the 77-1 team.

"The juniors have seen the seniors!" Zhou Yi saluted politely.

"I'm Zhang Binjian, the captain of the 77-1 team. Zhang Binjian nodded towards Zhou Yi.

"Hello Team Zhang!" Zhou Yi glanced at Zhang Binjian, his medium-long black and white hair was tied behind his head, there were many wounds and scars on his flat forehead, and there were sparse stubbles on his lips.

"Xiao Zhou is quite energetic!" Zhao Ping smiled, plump and undulating, "My name is Zhao Ping, call me Sister Zhao, ask me if you don't understand anything." ”

"Hello little brother, welcome to the team! I'm Xie Fan, just call me Brother Fan if you don't dislike it!" Xie Fan said and patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder.

"Sister Zhao, Brother Fan!" Zhou Yi shouted.

Although they are both forty or fifty years old, it is not surprising that martial artists age slowly, and it is common to call them brother and sister.

Zheng Yuntao and He Liang looked at Zhou Yi, nodded casually, and did not speak.

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