In just a short time, Liang De sold more than 3,000 cups of Mortal Cultivation.
Shenshiyu took the opportunity to sell small storage bracelets nearby, allowing everyone to stock up on large quantities, thus further increasing coffee sales.
After everyone had finished buying coffee, Liang De sat back in his seat with satisfaction, closing his eyes and counting the extraordinary powers stored in the vending machine over and over again.
Excluding one-third of the money given to Shen Shiyu, the net profit is more than 20,000.
For a long time, I no longer have to use my extraordinary efforts to make coffee. The taste of leeks is so refreshing. I love leeks and I will never forget them.
I am for everyone, and everyone is for me. The ancients were honest and would not deceive me.
We must do more good deeds like this in the future.
Liang De kept 2,000 units in reserve, and converted all other sales proceeds into "Mortal Cultivation" and "Suffocating Oxygen". Two tall mountains of cardboard boxes were piled up in the storage space of the vending machine.
He looked out the window. Outside the car window, he still saw the same winding mountain road and desolate mountain scenery.
So Liang De continued to close his eyes and rest his mind until he felt that the light outside had dimmed before he opened his eyes.
The cross-border bus has already driven underground along the winding mountain road that continues downwards. There are clouds of will-o'-the-wisps hovering outside the bus window, and the ground is filled with dark red lava and white corpses of alien beasts.
This winding mountain road seemed endless. Based on the receding speed of the scenery outside the window, Liang De estimated that the speed of the cross-border bus was about 120 kilometers per hour. It had been driving for nearly 20 hours from 10 a.m. to now, and it showed no intention of stopping.
Could it be that the Demonic Sword Spirit’s plan is for us to starve to death in the car?
Unlikely.
Before departure, everyone exchanged a large amount of high-energy food at the school store, which can definitely last for several years.
Kill if you eat too much? Kill if you fight? Kill if you suffer from heat stroke?
Or make everyone unable to get out of the car and go to the toilet and be suffocated to death?
Wow, Demonic Sword Spirit, you are more fierce than the Hua brothers!
While Liang De was still thinking wildly, the cross-border bus drove into the bubbling magma pool at the end of the winding mountain road.
More than 300 people in the bus remained motionless, as steady as quit gambling, brother. Everyone was glued to their seats and allowed the bus to roll and sink in the lava. From the beginning to the end, no one made a fuss.
They had tested it after getting on the bus and found that the cross-border bus could not be destroyed from the inside.
There is no need to panic.
Moreover, the internal temperature of the cross-border bus did not change at all after falling into the magma pool. It is estimated that this is the vulgar special effect of the entrance to the graduation travel dungeon, and there is no need to pay too much attention to it.
When the tossing and turning cross-border bus stopped rolling, the dark red magma around it had disappeared.
A gloomy ancient battlefield appeared outside the car window, with flags and drums, broken halberds and swords scattered in the grass, white skeletons wearing rusty armor and keeping silent, venomous snakes slithering around in the dark eyes of the skeletons, a group of cloud-like creatures
Crows flew across the sky and made strange noises.
The cross-border bus disappeared out of thin air, and Liang De and the others, along with nearly three hundred graduates of Sheng Wuxu Private High School, stepped on the grass of the ancient battlefield.
All the other side students suddenly felt an omnipresent force pressing on them, and their extraordinary power was more or less suppressed by this world.
Liang De didn't feel anything at all. He threw out a few eagle eyes made on the car and lowered his head to carefully observe the grass half a man high to avoid any ambush.
Just like you should check to see if there is Adu under the car before driving, as a cautious warrior, when you see the grass, you must first exclude the three Demacia brothers, Sun Wukong, Daji, Han Xin, King Lanling, Wang Zhaojun...
No, no, no, and no...
Sun Xunqiao sighed and patted Liang De on the shoulder, saying:
"Junior brother, stop looking in the grass. Look up and look forward. The whole army is attacking on the opposite side."
Liang De looked up calmly and saw three neat square formations on the horizon.
Military green, original white, blue gray.
Land, sea, air.
In front of each square formation was a tall figure holding a sign. Liang De squinted his eyes and saw the words on the sign clearly.
The first graduate phalanx of Sheng Wuxu Private Senior High School?!
The neat footsteps of the graduates' phalanx hit the hearts of Liang De and his party like muffled thunder.
Now coming towards us are three square formations of the first batch of graduates from Sheng Wuxu Private Senior High School, followed closely by the square formations of the second to 1829th batch of graduates.
They were high-spirited, covered in black smoke, and walked towards the 1830th class of junior high school students with full spirit and neat steps!
Nearly 6,000 square formations composed of past graduates spread out to the left and right, forming a C-shaped semi-encirclement formation that kept closing.
Liang De and his party of more than 300 people were surrounded, and they were only a few hundred kilometers away from the nearest phalanx.
These graduates have only the whites of their eyes without pupils. Their deep eye sockets are shimmering with ink-purple light. Countless black eyes are swimming around like tadpoles on the scarlet body skin, exuding an aura that is very familiar to Liang De and his party.
.
Evil puppets, these past graduates are all evil puppets.
The Demon Sword Spirit transformed all the dead past graduates into Yin Demon puppets.
But they seem to have no sanity. They are different from Old Man Yuan and the others. Are they low-end beggar versions?
But no matter how humble or beggar they are, they can’t stand up to their overwhelming numbers!
I thought the graduation trip was a puzzle game, but this fucking game is clearly a peerless lawn mowing game!
“The land science department formed an array on the spot to prepare to engage the enemy, the maritime science department began to build a circular defensive position, and the air science department selected forwards to launch reconnaissance and harassment.
Xu Juezi, you and Xu Bingning discuss sending a team of people to test the enemy's strength.
Everyone should report their ability to be suppressed in order of student number.
The heads of each ministry select one-third of the trainees whose current ability status exceeds 60% to serve as reserve teams.
Start counting!"
Lei Donglan gave the order loudly, and everyone acted like an efficient machine.
"Lei Donglan, 67%."
"Xu Juezi, 62%."
"Sun Xunqiao, 72%."
"Jianshi language, 71%."
"Xu Bingning, 68%."
"Ji Shen, 77%."
…
After a round of counting, the situation is not optimistic.
Except for Liang De, whose strength has not changed, the others have been weakened by at least 15%.
The leader of the Kong Academy came back from the Yin Demon Puppet Square with a few people.
They were a reconnaissance team sent to test the strength of these evil puppets. The leader was Xu Juezi, the third-year study committee member of the Lu Academy.
If the Yin Demon puppet army of previous graduates had all maintained their previous strength, then there would be no need to fight this battle at all, they could just turn around and run away, and they might not be able to escape.
"Superior, I randomly selected 10 square formations and tested them with the Gangfeng. These Yin Demon puppets have slow reactions, stiff moves, and very poor extraordinary strength. Overall, they are only 20% of their original strength at most. There are some elite individuals.
The strength is relatively strong, but it does not exceed 35%.
At the current pace, there are still 6 minutes left before the first full-scale battle.
The number of these Yin Demon puppets is too great. Ji Shen just took the Haixue Department's vibration wave counter to scan it. In addition to the ones I just killed, there are still 169,564 Yin Demon puppets left.
, there are only three hundred and twenty-seven of us.
Prefect..."
"Where did the 20% and 35% data come from?"
Xu Juezi's face was complicated: "I saw Senior Sister Hong Shaorou...and some other seniors from the previous class. The data was obtained by testing them with Body-Breaking Gangqi."
"Okay." Lei Donglan already knew everything he wanted to know.
She said in an unquestionable tone to everyone attending the war meeting:
"We will definitely die if we hold on tightly. We must break through the siege and find the Demonic Sword Spirit as quickly as possible. Only by successfully summoning the instructors from various departments for support can we have a chance of survival.
Maritime Science Department, does Director Mo have any special blueprints for reconnaissance-type rare objects for you?"
Shen Shiyu and the Yangjiang head, a third-year student in the Department of Maritime Studies, looked at each other and said:
"The sword hunting instrument designed by Director Mo malfunctioned after traveling here. We need an hour to adjust it."
"10 minutes.
Let everyone in the Maritime Science Department who is building defensive positions stop and put all their computing power into the sword hunting instrument adjustment project.
In this battle, our Lu Academy will be the vanguard."
Lei Donglan looked around: "Does anyone want to escape?"
Sun Xunqiao smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, don't look at me. You have to be able to escape even if you want to. Hundreds of thousands of evil demon puppets are surrounding you. Who the hell can escape?"
Liang De stood up after squatting on the ground for a while.
"Sister, we can't dig here, we can only dig on the ground."
"Then fight on the ground, I'm from the Lu Academy"
Lei Donglan raised his amber-gold-flamed right hand high and clenched his fist, and all the muscular monsters from the third grade of the Lu Academy shouted loudly, shattering their upper body uniforms.