Seeing that the crocodile demon didn't dare to take action, the bearded man turned off the light of his equipment and became a projectionist with peace of mind.
But no one knew that he had secretly reported the situation through the player's gang team system: "It's done, the other party is already jealous.
It is estimated that a large number of monsters will come over soon to find out what is going on, and the next blow depends on you."
As the news came back, Yi Zheng had completely gone into seclusion.
Of course what he wants to do is not to refine weapons, but to forge them!
A large amount of junk equipment was sent to the retreat room. With the help of Yi Zheng's batch counterfeiting technique, a large number of legendary, epic and even divine equipment were released.
Then he threw these equipment to Zi Gong and Zi Lu. The two of them did not use the Sumeru Ring. Instead, they asked the Skeleton King to drive his huge skeleton carriage to rush down the mountain with these equipment piled up like a hill, and then threw them at the bottom of the mountain.
In a small canyon.
Zi Gong looked at the equipment covering half of the valley and complained: "I'm exhausted. I don't do anything every day. I just throw this garbage up and down the mountain. What on earth does the boss want to do?"
Zilu said: "Boss wants to show off."
It's just that they vaguely felt that it would be bad if they were squeezed too hard, so they restrained themselves.
This time, no one refuted or argued, but there was silence.
Life has been so difficult, and the Crocodile Dragon God is still knocking on the bones and sucking out the marrow, which makes the turtle demon feel a little uncomfortable and even dissatisfied.
"Double?! But, will the people of the Kingdom of Confucianism agree? After all, they have always been running the business, and they have set the price. Now the price of a top-quality spiritual stone is not low, and it is close to the front row.
It has already reached a hundred spiritual stones. No matter how high it is, the people below may not be able to afford it," said the turtle demon.
But this restraint only keeps the little monsters alive...
The three of you will take care of things outside for me for the time being. Remember, the ticket price will be doubled during the finals!"
Zilu rolled his eyes at him: "The boss cheated and didn't even complain. Why are you complaining? Just work honestly.
The turtle demon following behind said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the finals haven't even been broadcast yet, have you already gone into seclusion?"
In the distance, a crocodile demon watched all this, its eyes widened, and finally ran away as if it almost collapsed.
The short-sighted mythical beasts do not realize the importance of these little demons to them. In their eyes, these little demons are just something that can come and go as soon as they are called, and are dispensable.
Whether the Kingdom of Confucianism agrees or disagrees, this is our territory, and we have the final say on the price!"
The projection team left the photocopy stones with the twenty-six divine beasts and then returned to the Kingdom of Confucianism.
The same scene happened on other mountains.
This selection is coming to an end, and in the last wave, a big one must be cut.
Ordinary bosses also have at least a few sub-artifacts at their side, and the rest are all divine equipment.
They can't afford such a high ticket price even if they sell everything. Who can afford it?
The probability of producing a magical weapon through counterfeiting is not high, but Yi Zheng can't resist using Qianyi's subordinates to provide various equipment to smash it.
"That's true..." Zi Gong shook his head and went back with Zi Lu.
For a long time, the turtle demon murmured: "It would be great if I was born in the Kingdom of God of Confucianism. I would also have the best equipment."
"Retreat!" Crocodile Dragon God walked into the retreat place.
"The canyon is full of legendary and epic equipment? They just threw it away?"
These naughty rabbits, wild boars and the like show off their equipment almost all day long, and then wander around...
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No matter how hard you squeeze them, they won't dare to rebel.
The turtle demon has been following the people from the Kingdom of Confucianism for the past two days and has learned a lot, many of which are useful knowledge.
When the ticket price came out, the little monsters almost went crazy.
"You don't have to pretend so much to show off, right? Fill the bottom of the canyon with all this garbage...
Crocodile Dragon God curled his lips and said: "If you can't afford it, don't watch it. As long as one-tenth of the people watch it, our income will remain the same. If there is one more person, we will make extra money.
The little monsters are all paupers. They make money differently from players. They have only two ways to make money.
At the same time, similar things are happening in almost every major mountain. Things are fermenting rapidly, and a seed that would be great if I was born in the Kingdom of God of Confucianism is also rapidly sprouting and growing.
"This... mountain of divine products!"
Crocodile Dragon God said: "I should have made a breakthrough, but I have always lacked spiritual energy. Now that the right time, place and people are satisfactory, I naturally want to retreat.
The boss's pretense must have a purpose, and we can't understand the boss's wisdom."
"Everything is true...it's all true. But why are we so poor?"
The rabbits on Jukun Mountain are even more awesome. Almost everyone has a sub-artifact and a full body of divine equipment. The masters of the seventy-two halls, such as Zi Gong and Zi Lu, have an artifact plus a full body of sub-artifacts!
The profit from these two methods is very small, because the big demon will rob it, but the small demon can't afford it, and the price is low.
Their eyes also turned red when they saw the "junk equipment" piled up in more than half of the canyon.
Although the Crocodile Dragon God has said that he will have a program to select saints and concubines in the future to sell money, but according to his current thinking, it will definitely not go far.
If it had been before, it would have been nothing, everyone would have sighed and gone back to work.
Three days passed very quickly, and on the third day, the screening work on the major mountains was over.
The twenty-six wealth-obsessed beasts were indulging in the harvest, so they naturally sent them off all the way, and repeatedly told them to send the final video as soon as possible. They didn't know that just when they were making money, the people on their mountain were a little impetuous...
Although he is compared with the people from the Kingdom of Confucianism, compared with the Crocodile Dragon God, he is already considered an expert.
Finally, two days later, Yi Zheng armed all the eleventh-level bosses in the Kingdom of Confucianism with artifacts and sub-artifacts.
One is to collect natural and earthly treasures in the mountains or mine and sell them for money.
On the contrary, it is still a disaster.
Crocodile Dragon God is obviously killing the goose that lays eggs, which is not conducive to the long-term development of this industry.
Everyone asked questions, but no one could answer.
Although this is just a small canyon, it is too crazy." Zi Gong said.
When everyone opened it, they saw that the white divine light was shining brightly on the holy mountain, and all the wild monsters were exuding the lowest level of divine equipment.
After the Crocodile Dragon God finished speaking, he closed the door and went into seclusion.
The crocodile demon looked at the sky almost collapsed and took out a photocopying stone: "See for yourselves."
"Is it true?" asked the turtle demon.
Although spiritual stones are good, they are useless if they cannot be converted into strength in time.
But, it's different now.
In the past three days, they had seen the grand scene of the Kingdom of Confucianism, and also secretly watched the prosperity and players of the Kingdom of Confucianism. After seeing the harmony and prosperity of wild monsters, different seeds had been planted in their hearts.
Now, their only pleasure was watching the image of selecting a saint, and they suddenly felt despair and pain.
As the saying goes, pain is not something you save yourself, it's something you compare to.