"No one cares about my magic weapon today. After the competition, I want to make sure that no matter how high the price, some people are eager to own my magic weapon!"
Wang Baole had a ruthless look in his eyes. He was also driven to panic. The feeling of empty pockets really made him feel very uncomfortable. It was as if a person who had always been a spendthrift suddenly became a spendthrift after getting used to a luxurious life.
pauper.
This feeling made Wang Baole have to think about how to sell the magic weapon. After patting his thighs, he took a deep breath and stood up, walking around the cave a few times. His eyes were obviously thinking, and he analyzed his plan in his mind.
After the deduction, when he thought there was no problem, he paused.
"That's it!" Wang Baole gritted his teeth and immediately took out his sound transmission ring to contact Zhuo Yifan.
"Yifan, I heard about your preparations for the Zhan Martial Pavilion Competition. Do you need me to assist you in the battle? Once I take action, haha, you must... hmm? Have you found someone to assist you in the battle?"
"
Zhuo Yifan was very embarrassed. In fact, he originally wanted to find Wang Baole, but he was worried about being rejected by Wang Baole, so after hesitation, he did not invite him, but found someone else.
After Wang Baole expressed his understanding, he put down the sound transmission ring, took a deep breath, and was not discouraged. He planned to do something big this time. Since the magic weapon he had here had no reputation or brand, he would go and build it!
And the best way to create it is to make everyone shocked by the power of your magic weapon under the gaze of everyone. They are shocked that there is such an incredible magic weapon in this world, so that they will remember it deeply and at the same time, they will also want to get it.
To put it simply, it is propaganda!
As for the place for publicity, Wang Baole has already thought about it, that is, this time the Zhanwu Pavilion Competition. No other place can match the attention of this competition. Wang Baole is thinking that with the help of the competition, he will definitely be able to make himself
magical weapon, forming a strong brand effect!
After all, the Zhanwu Pavilion's competition has attracted the attention of the entire Shangyuan Island, and there will be a huge number of people watching. In this way, as long as it can shine in the competition, it will definitely cause a sensation in all directions and gain a reputation in one fell swoop!
In fact, not only Wang Baole is aware of this propaganda method, but there are also some people in other pavilions who, although not outstandingly talented, are also unique in certain fields. For them, money and things in front of them are not important.
What, reputation is the most important thing, so the annual Zhanwu Pavilion Competition is when they build their reputation.
They will selectively sponsor some disciples of the Zhan Martial Pavilion, give them their own refining magic weapons, elixirs, array patterns, etc., and make some requests. The ultimate goal is to use the competition to publicize and improve themselves.
The value of something refined.
The Zhanwu Pavilion disciples naturally agree to this mutually beneficial matter, and the Taoist Academy will not care about it. Therefore, in the annual Zhanwu Pavilion competition, many new elixirs, magical weapons and formations can be seen.
The thing of law.
However, Wang Baole's ideas are somewhat different from theirs. Just in case, in order to adjust to the ever-changing situation in the competition at any time and ensure that his brand promotion this time is foolproof, Wang Baole plans to participate in the battle personally!
In this way, he can adjust at any time according to the battle situation, so that even if his plan goes awry, he can immediately reverse it and promote the magic weapon to the greatest extent.
Thinking of this, Wang Baole perked up, holding the sound transmission ring, thinking about candidates.
"If Zhuo Yifan can't do it, Chen Ziheng can do it too!" Thinking of this, Wang Baole quickly sent a message to Chen Ziheng, but soon Chen Ziheng also had helpers.
This made Wang Baole depressed.
In fact, Chen Ziheng, like Zhuo Yifan, had never thought of inviting Wang Baole to help, but Wang Baole was already too high in the hearts of their group, and Chen Ziheng was a proud and arrogant person, so he was also worried about inviting Wang Baole to help.
I was rejected, so I didn’t speak.
Wang Baole was a little anxious, so he quickly contacted all the Zhanwu Pavilion disciples he was familiar with. In the end, he was dumbfounded. It was really too late for Wang Baole to contact him. Now that the day of the competition was approaching, almost everyone had already made a decision.
Auxiliary fighter.
Seeing this, Wang Baole was unwilling to give in, so he logged into the spirit network. He remembered that he had seen someone posting messages on it before, recruiting auxiliary fighters.
Finally, after searching hard, he found a Zhanwu Pavilion disciple who was extremely stingy in his price and his tone was full of disdain.
"I'm currently practicing to prepare for the competition. I don't have time to see you. I don't want to know your identity. You don't need to know my identity. When the time comes, we will meet again at the assessment place. You don't need to prepare anything. You are just one
Just to make up the numbers, in fact, if it weren’t for this damn rule, I don’t want to be embarrassed and let the Taoist Academy match me, otherwise, I wouldn’t need any help at all!”
After Wang Baole contacted the other party, the other party directly sent such a text, as if he didn't even bother to speak. After reading it, Wang Baole felt that the other party must have been kicked in the crotch, so the words were strange. If it weren't for the fact that there was no one
Optional, he plans to replace him.
But now that the competition is about to come, basically normal people have found a helper. Those who haven't found one are either defective like the guy who got kicked in the crotch, or they plan to wait for the Taoist Academy to automatically match one.
"Who could be so cruel, kick this guy so badly, and speak so rudely!" Wang Baole snorted, but had no choice but to make do with this person.
He thought that since the other party was so arrogant and did not need his own assistance, he would just concentrate on promoting the magical weapon. The only thing that gave him a headache was that if the other party did not cooperate, he would probably not use his magical weapon.
"Be prepared!" Wang Baole took a deep breath, feeling more and more that there was something wrong with the mysterious man in the Zhanwu Pavilion. But since this was the case, he could only take out all the magic weapons from his storage bracelet and start
Research plan.
Although he no longer had spirit stones, he still had some materials, so based on his planned plan, he also made some adjustments to the magic weapon. For example, he felt that he was likely to encounter the ferocious beasts in the Beast Taming Pavilion, so he put the rope magic weapon
I improved it into a muzzle, and even bought some mist powder from Lingwang to put in it.
There are other such targeted magic weapons, especially a magic weapon called Feishuang Sword, which is Wang Baole’s flagship product this time.
In Wang Baole's preparations, time passed. On the second day before the day of the competition, the last island on the Qingmu Lake of the Piaomiao Daoyuan, Tianxing Island, also had a fog formation, and it was rolling silently at this moment.
, one could see that there seemed to be seven or eight figures inside, walking out in the air. As they walked out of the Tianxing Island formation, the formation slowly branched out into a huge road.
Except for a middle-aged man in the middle, the seven or eight people are all old men. They all have unfathomable looks in their eyes and their cultivation is extremely good. Compared with them, the one in the middle is wearing a red robe.
A middle-aged man is like a sharp sword that can penetrate a hurricane once it breaks out.
They stood there, headed by the middle-aged man, looking up at... three huge black airships gradually approaching in the sky!
As the airship fell, a lot of dried blood could be seen on the outer layer of the airship. It was obviously the blood of vicious birds that were killed by people inside the airship on the way. There were hundreds of people standing around the airship deck.
, they wore uniform uniforms, their faces were expressionless, and their bodies were filled with a sense of solemnity, which was absolutely extraordinary. They had obviously been trained in life and death by fighting against ferocious beasts for many years.
These three airships come from the federal military!
And these people above are the soldiers stationed at the federal border...!
At this moment, on the airship in the middle, at the bow, stood a middle-aged man. This man was burly, with a black cloak on his shoulders. Under the cloak, he wore a uniform full of medals. There was an obvious streak on his face that could not be recovered.
The scar seemed to split his face into two halves. He stood there, like a mountain peak, and an extremely powerful aura spread continuously from him, like the middle-aged man in red robe from Piao Miao Taoist Academy.
Up and down.
"Zhou Lu, is the fat man you are talking about here?" The big man moved his eyes away from the middle-aged man in red robe outside Tianxing Island, looked at Shangyuan Island, and spoke calmly to the orderly-like woman following him.
Next to him, stood a tall, beautiful-looking woman, but full of wild nature, who seemed to be difficult to conquer. She was none other than... Zhou Lu, who had been kicked in the butt by Wang Baole and had gritted her teeth against him and vowed to take revenge!