"I'll give you 2,000 gold! Sell me the dog!" A man armed with a heavy sword shouted in the crowd. "I'll give you $5,000!" Laurenka, what are you kidding "You can't do it either!" The bids were getting higher and higher, and soon the crowd circled around the Thunderwolf, whose name was Dolot.

The stall owners around hurriedly packed up a few and joined the fierce bidding together. Ouyang Dao and Ouyang Dao watched from afar as the short-haired girl squeezed out of the room, and the touching Ouyang Dao was temporarily quiet. Looking at the medicine bottle on the pavilion, it was engraved with Emperor Yan's saliva. "Gaia, that thunderwolf, did you really do it?"

Ouyang Dao collected the remaining half of the potion and said in a flat voice, "Others can't see clearly, but you still can't see clearly?"

"Yes, I can see... But the effect—" the emperor licked his dry lips, "it's too exaggerated."

Ouyang Dao laughed and held up the half-empty medicine bottle. "This cup is already drunk, if you want, I can give it to you for free"

"Are you saying I'm the kind of guy who likes cheap goods?" Enke said no, his eyes fixed on the residue of the potion. He remembered the sword tail he had seen in other stalls, a strange snake with legendary bloodlines and the ability to transform itself into an indestructible dagger. A 100 yuan sword snake + half a bottle of potion = assassination artwork!

"You don't want to, you don't want me to pour it out and say, Ouyang Dao shook hands and wanted to throw it into the sewer in the distance.

"Stop!" The voices of the two deciding x2 sounded, and the Eagle Emperor stepped forward and snatched the potion in Ouyang Dao's hand.

"Hey, hey, my baby..."Despite having a wonderful fantasy, Ouyang Dao looked at the other speaker. Gold-rimmed glasses, beautiful clothes, sashes and shoes with shimmering runes, an undisguised face. It was the tall and lanky young man who introduced the Thunderwolf.

"How are you? The first time I saw you, I was Loki Xiuwen, the vice president of the Freelancers Association, the tall and thin man walked quickly, squatting in front of Ouyang Dao, and stretched out his hand awkwardly. Ouyang Dao shook his hand and smiled.

"Aren't you a candidate for Thunderwolf?" How can you give up?" Loki's eyes sparkled, and he looked at the potion like a dragon saw a treasure. "Meeting a master chemist here is the luckiest thing I've ever done this year," Loki said in a respectful tone. To be honest, there is nothing to talk about, want to buy, want to sell, the easiest business. You can call me a mask. This is my improved Warrior Potion. A little better than the original"

Ouyang Dao was very clear that Loki's answer was very concise.

"How much is it? Ouyang Dao smiled and poured a basin of cold water on Rocky. "My warrior potions have been modified, but not 100% engorged. That's just luck. As an honest buyer, I have to tell you the truth" Lokey looks the same, and there is a bank deposit and withdrawal contract.

Loki said, "I'm going to take all 3,000 pieces of paper from the military bank, how can you be so unlucky that you can afford to rely on the goddess of wealth?" Not far away, a burly young man ran towards me and lay down like you said. "It's better to sell me this potion, it needs to lift Lady Luck's skirt," the burly young man said, pulling out a document with a higher price tag.

"Five thousand four hundred and twenty-five gold coins, I only have so many, I'm going to take these potions from the army club," the burly young man said, his eyes burning as he tried to impress Ouyang Dao with his sincerity. "I came first, Torrey," Loki flicked his wrist, holding a 3,000 gold receipt.

"I'll give you 6,000 bucks, Mr. Mask!" Ouyang Dao smiled and stopped arguing. "A bottle of potions 100 is limited to one bottle per bottle" Loki and Torrey were taken aback, it took a long time to convince the West, and seeing Ouyang Dao's attitude, Roki and Torrey ran away. After a while, they each ran back with a group of classmates, most of whom had blank faces on their faces, and several of them were still wearing pajamas, apparently being pulled out of the dormitory.

The distance between the academy and the underground market was 1000 meters, but it took both groups less than a quarter of an hour. Both sides stood still, and the sleepy classmates looked at each other to make sure of the eyes, often beating people. Ouyang Dao's eyes lit up, and the results of the system analysis were encouraging. Loki is indeed the vice president of the Freelance Guild, and even when called up late at night, he is a nice guy.

Nearly half of the students in the elite class, and the rest are senior professionals, with a bottle of medicine down and a bottle of elite water. Torrey and Rocky go head-to-head, and they are in a good position in the fight club, which can be called the extraordinary strength of their classmates.

A smile appeared on Ouyang Dao's face. His goal for today was accomplished. The two groups of students quarreled, and when the leaders of both sides explained what had happened, they gave Ouyang Dao a strange look. Warrior potions have the effect of activating bloodlines, but the probability is very low, and now that someone has improved the warrior and evolved into a thunderwolf, people's first reaction is to encounter a liar? But now that the two leaders have taken a stand, many students are still lining up to buy medicine.

Sending away some of the reluctant two groups of people, Ouyang laughed softly under the road. In his opinion, Ouyang Dao's potion must have been a loss if it was sold for a hundred gold coins, even if he spent money to buy fame today, why could he still laugh? Ouyang Dao would not explain that his main purpose was not to make money, but as long as those 30 vials were in the right place today, he could contact the student who used the general standardized technology to take blood, that is, his spare battery.

30 today, 30 tomorrow, the population of the royal capital is one million, Ouyang Dao is not greedy, he can connect tens of thousands of elite levels, he is very satisfied.

Vocational colleges admit 1,000 people a year, 10,000 in 10 years, 100,000 in 100 years, 30% of which graduates will go to the elite class, and the rest, if nothing else, will join the elite class. Moreover, the living and the dead are not the same, the body strength after the transformation of blood is fixed, even in the process of learning, you can only improve the skills, although the combat ability has improved, but the energy and attributes are fixed, the living are different, the future is not fixed, anyone can become the next legend.

As long as we have this academy, for a maximum of 100 years, the grand plan for elite careers will be completed. In the Lion City, 100,000 professionals gather in Ouyang Dao's epic power, if they can be replaced by 100,000 elites, demigods can be expected, and the true gods are in front of you!

Ouyang Dao thought of this beauty, and his laughter deepened. The carving next to the emperor shuddered, and only felt as if a little rabbit had been targeted by an eagle, and the eagle was also a psychopath. "Well, mask, there's a piece of news about the raider that I haven't told you yet"

Wangdu, Vocational College, Library. Ouyang Dao went to see Kedi, yesterday he stayed in the black market until midnight, but it was a waste of time to find no one to work with him. This move moved the emperor and led to a visit to the library today. Squeak... With the sound of sour steel grinding, Ouyang Dao and Cutler opened the door of a rusty barn.

Ouyang Dao stretched out his hand and scattered some dust in the air. He looked at him with suspicion.

"You say this is the library's secret room?"

"Hmm... It should be" Enkedi looked at it suspiciously, "I was also introduced to the senior class. This is the 30-year-old library collection room, where original versions of many skills can be found. ”

"It's a 30-year-old collection room, why don't you clean it up?" When you enter the door, although there is a lot of dust at the door, when the room is cleaned, an automatic cleaning device should be installed, and it has been running until now. There is a row of narrow windows overhead, letting in some light. Neatly arranged with rows of dark bookshelves, Ouyang Dao took out an old book with a cover of the standard Lionheart Calendar Nine Years.

Lionheart is a textbook from 200 years ago, with the previous king ruling for 249 years. What is stored here is not the original skill, but the record of the instructor in the process of creating the skill, which is a hidden benefit of the instructor?

Only a master can say that he can create a stable and effective skill. These notebooks are not for studying. Learning techniques based on lab records are too difficult for the average student, look at the bookshelves. "Here it is. Bookshelf No. 40-80 is a teacher note created by the Freelance Association Sost projector must be here"

Putting away the sketch and releasing the lighting, Ouyang Dao and Cage began to search. Striding between the bookshelves, aiming for layers upon layers of heavy books. Take out one, there is not even a name on the cover, inside are all failed experiments, and if you don't compare carefully, you don't even know what this skill is.

"What's the use of such a record?" Ouyang Dao flipped through more than a dozen books, but there were only three names, the handwriting was blurred, and sometimes the order was reversed. Ouyang Dao shook his head with a wry smile, cross-checking the notebook he used to record the experiment. The notes he took during the blood modification experiments were small traces that only he knew. It would be strange if he didn't understand, and he replied absentmindedly: "It can't be said that it's useless, I remember that more than ten years ago, there was a senior here who repaired more than a dozen master-level skills, which caused a great sensation." ”

Ouyang Dao sneered and put down his messy notes.

"Is this teacher's job unusual?" He can find the right clue from it, and as long as there is a record of failure, he can successfully find the right path, either Zhan Bo who can manipulate his luck or a mage who can develop his brain. In ancient times, before the rune system developed enough to record writing, various forms of secret records existed in the form of parchment scrolls. Named after the scroll, this class is also an intellectual class within the mage branch.

Seeing that Ouyang Dao had stopped what he was doing, the emperor quickly talked about the important premise of this series of actions. He said: "This senior now lives in Wangdu, and he is willing to pay a certain price to improve his skills for the students, but this senior is now a master master, which costs him a lot of money." I didn't tell you the news until yesterday when I saw how much gold you made selling potions. Ouyang Dao looked at Katie, the other person had a point, but for some reason, he felt that something was wrong.

What's the problem?At this moment, the emperor said, "I've heard what Beggie and others have done, I'd rather spend a lot of money to copy skills from the outside than give those bastards gold coins" Ouyang Dao was shocked, and then I remembered the little problem he left behind. When Beege and the others collected gold coins from the professionals, they remembered the angry gesture of giving in that day, and the conflict between the students, a lot of noise.

Most people who want to learn Shadow Fiend are freelancers, so it's no surprise that Cady knows about it. Coupled with the fact that his current strength is only at a professional level, it is normal for Kirkdi to think that he is also a threat. Now that Kaidi is willing to provide this information, the intern offers another option. In this way, the threads of thought begin to connect. Beggie takes the money, Liudao sells potions to make money, and the carving looks terrible, providing a way to learn skills without paying beggie for nothing.

Very good. Good idea. Ouyang Dao couldn't laugh or cry, the behavior engraved on the emperor's body was not a problem, and now he was helping himself find Sost's notes, which could be said to fully reflect the humanistic care of an old man. It's just that he doesn't need to. A month later, Beggie would confess his name, and Liudao would learn the identity of the Shadowhunter through proper channels. But looking at the carved emperor carefully, Ouyang Dao smiled bitterly.

What now? Tell Creti that he and Becky have the rest of the people in bed, and if not, let him spend a fortune to learn advanced reasoning? That's not how you spend your money.

Ouyang Dao, it is also out of good intentions to be caught in the middle, the most troublesome thing in the world is like this, others are kind enough to help you and put in the effort, but you don't need it. Anyway, let's not carve anymore. Ouyang Dao made up his mind to speak, but the voice of a good girl came from the dim sunlight.

"If you're looking for a raider, I think it's on shelf 72," the carver said, pausing to look at Ouyang Dao. When they arrived, the entrance was dusty, there were no footprints on the ground, and the iron door was rusty, so anyone would make a noise when they came in and out.

Ouyang Dao and Cudi kept talking, but the physical fitness of the professionals was there, so people could hear them when they came in. The dust proved that no one had come in early, and the iron door had not been ringing since they entered. Now, this person is still this ghost, I don't know where it came from?