Chapter 164: The Trench Soars
Drip, drip!
Early the next morning, the identity chip sounded directly, waking up Fenglin.
"Who?" Feng Lin opened his eyes, and his heart was helpless.
The disturbing dreams in the morning make people feel really unhappy.
He clicked on the chip and looked at it, and immediately saw a huge head with a fat head and big ears projected over, which startled him.
"What's that?" said the wind forest rolled over.
The projection shaped like a pig's head spoke, "Are you Master Hongjun?" I'm Zhu Tiangang, fortunately, fortunately! No, I am the landlord of the post on the mythological forum, and my ID is "a fat man with a dream of cultivation." You told me that the obesity gene, the gluttony gene, and the pigskin gene can evolve the potbelly gene! I am so grateful to you for fulfilling my dream of cultivation! The money has arrived, and I want to buy the complete genetic evolution formula......
The mouth opened and closed endlessly, and words of infinite gratitude and respect were spewed.
Can pigs talk?
Feng Lin had just woken up, his head was a little confused, and he saw a huge head shaking in front of him.
When he came back to his senses and looked closely, he saw that it was not a human at all, no, it was not a pig at all!
Instead, the head of a pig-like person is constantly talking, and its ears are as big as a cattail fan and still flickering.
That's how fat!
Feng Lin was also frightened for a while, and when he heard what this person said, he also reacted.
This fat man is the mythical forum "The fat man with a dream of cultivation"?
Feng Lin opened the identity chip, and sure enough, he saw the information that 10,000 star coins had arrived.
So much money, I transferred it directly without much confirmation, it seems that this fat man is also a rich man!
As the saying goes, a glimpse of the whole leopard. If you look at one head, you can know the whole body.
Although this fat man only has a fat head and big ears projected all over his body, Feng Lin can also imagine how fat he is.
This weighs more than 1,000 pounds, right? 2,000 pounds are almost there!
Got fat again after that?
......
Being fat to this extent is also a talent, and ordinary people really can't do it......
Fenglin was speechless.
And this person just started calling himself Zhu Tiangang, is this his original name?
Hearing what this fat man said, Feng Lin was thoughtful and wanted to exchange for the complete genetic formula?
He couldn't help but feel a stir.
Although genetic formulas are precious, most of them are useless to the wind forest itself.
People's energy is limited, and if you choose the brightest path or several paths, you will naturally have a bright future.
This potbelly gene is just a medium primitive gene, and it will make the human body as obese as a pig, except for "gifted" people like this fat man, most people will not choose.
The wind forest is even more unsightly.
It would be nice if this useless genetic formula could be exchanged for Star Coins.
The premise is to see whether this person is reliable or not.
Feng Lin clicked on the identity chip and started talking to it.
Of course, he did not show his true face, but simulated the image of Hongjun Dao Ancestor in the virtual universe wearing a Taoist robe and fairy wind and bones, and talked to this fat man online.
"Are you Master Hongjun?" the fat man shouted enthusiastically when he saw the wind forest appear.
I have to say that the image of Fenglin Hongjun is very good-looking, very bluffing, and perfectly fits the image of the predecessor in the fat man's heart.
Feng Lin nodded, smiling without saying a word.
He deliberately creates a sense of mystery, giving people a sense of inaccessibility.
For a stranger, such an image has a miraculous effect and is more convincing.
"Master Hongjun, you must be a genetic martial artist, right?" No, Feng Lin hasn't said anything yet, the fat man has already taken the lead in defaulting to Feng Lin's identity as a mysterious gene master, and he said excitedly: "Master, I have never heard of the evolution route of the big belly gene you said. I've invited all kinds of genetic martial artists before, but they can't get me on the path of cultivation! If you can make me successfully cultivate, Star Coins won't matter!"
The fat man has a big bag, and his words are full of trenches.
For his urgency, Fenglin was not surprised.
There are countless genes in the human body, such as the stars in the sky, and there are countless of them.
Starting from one gene, trying to combine with other genes to evolve a new genetic formula is an astronomical number of combinations, each of which requires a lot of scientific validation.
That's why a new genetic formula is so rare.
And the evolution formula of this pot-bellied gene is even more of a life-saving straw for this fat man who has been unable to practice, no wonder he is so urgent.
Before Feng Lin could reply, the fat man couldn't wait to speak, and increased his chips, for fear that Feng Lin would not agree.
"Master, if you tell me the exact evolutionary route of the genetic formula! I'll give you 500,000, no, how about 1 million star coins?" he looked like he didn't take star coins as money, and he was so angry that he shook the wind forest.
Feng Lin's face is strange, could it be that this fat man is the legendary star trench?
It's the interstellar age!
Mere land is no longer worth much.
The so-called moat can't be put on the table at all, and the real wealth of the stars is based on the planet as a fixed asset.
These people are called Star Trenches.
Sitting on a planet, even a barren dead planet, the mineral resources excavated are incomparably valuable.
Not to mention that the top star trenches often have a living planet, and the planet is inhabited by humans, animals, and companies...... All under his rule, the wealth alone is immeasurable.
Now a source similar to a star trench appears in front of him, who will he kill if he doesn't kill him?
"Yes!" Feng Lin didn't hesitate and immediately decided to agree.
It's just a genetic formula of medium primitive genes, and it's not in his eyes yet!
There are no best genes, just the most suitable genes.
This big-bellied gene is very strange, a normal person will not choose to cultivate, it is not worth much, and only when you meet this fat man can you sell it at this sky-high price!
Don't miss the opportunity, lose it again!
"I do have a complete genetic formula, if you want it, I can sell it to you!" Feng Lin said without delay, "If you believe me, transfer half of the Star Coins first, and I will tell you the genetic formula!" ”
Feng Lin said so, not afraid that this person would regret it.
500,000 star coins is also a lot, and the fat man regretted it, and he didn't lose at all.
"Didi, 500,000 star coins have arrived!" But the fat man's entrenchment was beyond imagination, and before Feng Lin finished speaking, the voice of transfer came from the identity chip.
"The money has already been paid, give me the genetic formula!" said the fat man.
"......" Feng Lin was silent for a long time, silently relaying the genetic evolution formula of the potbelly gene in the form of encrypted information.
"Didi, 500,000 Star Coins have arrived!" Another 500,000 Star Coins have arrived!
A formula with a medium primitive gene sold for a full 1,000,000 Star Coins.
Then the fat man ran out of information, apparently eager to experiment with the genetic formula.
Feng Lin was stunned by the fat man's sky-high entrenchment.
What is the identity of this fat man?
1,000,000 Star Coins were thrown over like waste paper.
The world of rich people is really incomprehensible!
In the interstellar era, the resources of the universe are infinite, and it is really unimaginable how much wealth those star trenches have.
Feng Lin felt that he still had too little knowledge, and secretly laughed at his fuss, shook his head and continued to scan questions on the myth forum.
It's just a day's work, and yesterday's scanning has begun to take effect, earning more than 1 million star coins.
Next, we will continue to work hard to get more attention and become a mythical V as soon as possible.
......
In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.
In the unknown interstellar depths, a smug laugh came from the asteroid palace, echoing in all corners of the asteroid for a long time.
"Hahaha! I, Zhu Tiangang, have finally become a genetic monk!"