Chapter 208 The Temples
After the Greek Light and others returned to the trading place of the Free Alliance, the old trick began to set up a stall. It was quite eye-catching to throw out a few sets of steel pimples in a place like a vegetable market where people came and went, and soon people came to ask about the price.
The suit of magnetic storm infantry is clearly marked with a price of 5,000 universal points. The price of a set of magnetic storm guns or anti-magnetic storm clothing is 3000 universal points, while the sickle mecha is priced at 8,000 universal points. The last Apocalypse tank is the most marked with a price of 100,000, but the Apocalypse is huge. The body was not released, but a model and specific data were put in front of the stall.
"I'm saying, fat man, it's obviously too tiring for me to look at this thing. This 5000 universal point is really too expensive." A short man said.
Tula stared at him fiercely, and this reason could also be said, "If you don't buy it, just go."
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Generally speaking, the use of magnetic storm infantry and sickle mecha is very obvious. This is a set of unexpected equipment. In the primary scene, some less difficult contractors are not too strong to be scary. This set of equipment will certainly be useful, even if it is not the north, if there is no Bei Degang by his side, even if it is When it comes to a magnetic storm gun attack, it will also be paralyzed for a few seconds.
So this thing is still easy to sell, and three or four people gathered around to ask for the price.
This kind of thing was decisively handed over to Tula and Beidegang, where a non-stop grass, your grandmother, and a non-stop Greek lingered. In any case, the north rut told them that the selling price must not be less than 4,000 universal points.
Suddenly, a group of people came from a distance, wearing the same clothes and glittering clothes. Among them, he saw a familiar person, that is, Fan Guangming, who met in the biochemical crisis scene. His handsome face was still the same. He was not at the front, but with another middle-aged man who looked ordinary. The back.
However, no matter how ordinary they are, a group of clothes dressed in white and gold-rimmed like godfathers are the focus everywhere.
"Look, isn't this the Temple Team in the Freedom League, which has just been promoted to the intermediate team?"
"You see, the three people in front are called the Son of the Three Gods, and they have been successfully promoted to intermediate contractors."
"Wow, it's rare to meet intermediate contractors here in a day. Why are there so many here today?"
"Who knows, but my intuition is attracted by the things in this stall." The person mixed in the crowd spoke and pointed to the stall.
"I think it is also possible that more than 10,000 GM points can't be found in this market, but this time there is a tank with 100,000 GM points. Can it not attract attention?"
"Wow, it's only been a while. Why do these people smell the wind?"
"You don't know anything. The territory of the Free Alliance belongs to the armed forces of the Free Alliance. There are piles of people who are willing to inform."
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The temples went straight to the north and pointed to the Apocalypse tank and said, "I bought it." Before Bei Tutu didn't say anything, Tula stared at Fan Guangming fiercely and said, "I won't sell it."
The ordinary man leading the temples suddenly frowned, and his light blue pupils contracted. As an armed force team among the three major forces in Yulun Space, although his current strength is not in the ranks among the free door, he firmly believes that there will be One day, because his talent was extremely amazing, he only accumulated the attribute points of promotion to the intermediate contractor and the recognition of Yulun in less than five scenes. He has always introspected himself as the proud son of heaven, and also regards himself as the proud son of heaven!
A guy who can only set up stalls in the free market does not speak in a sloofy tone in front of him, which makes him extremely unhappy.
Fan Guangming behind him sneered even more. It was really a narrow enemy. The last time he led the more potential team of the Liberty League to complete the team test and almost messed it up. Now he has met them here. Although it is useless to abuse people in the Yulun Starry Sky, it makes this in front of him After all, it's not a bad thing for the proud and narrow-minded but powerful captain to remember them.
As long as they form hatred and meet them in the future, they will naturally look good. Of course, if this group of people can never be promoted to intermediate contractors, it is an exception, but it is impossible to think about it. Fan Guangming has to admit the potential of this team and has enough possibilities to be promoted to the intermediate team.
The three gods in the temples are Fan Guangming and Chelsea, the captain in front of him. Finally, the dwarf, who is said to be the intermediate contractor, suddenly stood up, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to fight?"
Generally, in this free market, setting up a stall will definitely not casually say that you don't buy, unless you meet an enemy. Generally, in such a situation, the unspoken rule is to decide the outcome by duel, and even in the duel, there is no difference between life and death.
Beizhe is dissatisfied, but his face is also light. How can Tula duel with these people who have become intermediate contractors? This is definitely a dead end. Even if Beizhe wants to be full of attribute values, he dares not say that he is sure to win these intermediate contractors. "Where is this? We junior contractors are far from your opponents. I am the owner of this stall. What the fat man said doesn't count. What I say counts. Why don't you sell this thing?
Bei Zhe's words are obviously a shameless satire on these people. They only dare to come to find junior contractors to fight, but these people seem to be more in flattery all day long, and these words obviously can't be sarcastic, and even their captain Chelsea's face shows your familiar expression.
"Okay, I'll give you 100,000 universal points. We'll take this Apocalypse tank." As the captain, Chelsea naturally has a decisive function. There are too many cannon fodder in the world they will experience in the next game. They need a powerful machine to help them open their way. This kind of thing is usually difficult to find. After they heard that it was sold in the free market, they hurried over. Since the stall owner is so familiar, He sold it, and he bought it directly without thinking about bargaining.
"No, no, no." Bei Zhe quickly waved his hand and said, "This tank was originally 100,000 general points, but now the price has risen, and it will be 120,000 general points." When Bei Ruo spoke, he looked at the guy Tula. Of course, his own people should maintain it well. Now his strength can't be beat, but he can't easily make them satisfactory.
"What?" The dwarf in the three gods shouted sharply, "Don't you know who we are?"
Bei Zhe shook his head loyally and said, "I don't know."
Fan Guangming smiled secretly behind Chelsea. He was so unwise to provoke his companions. Naturally, he would not stop him. He also jumped out and pretended, "What, how dare you rob the heads of our temples? 100,000 universal points, do you sell it or not?
Bei Lu shook his head and said, "150,000 universal points, this is a copper coin." After hearing this, Bei Degang was secretly happy, "Yes, it's 150,000 copper coins, none of which can be missing!"
The faces of the people in the temples changed, especially Chelsea, who were extremely angry and laughed.
And Tula finally showed a little joy.
Chelsea hesitated for a long time, thinking of the preparation of his team for the next scene, that is, such a thing is missing, but for their team, 150,000 points is almost the sum of the last two worlds. It will not be too willing to hand it over like this, but he is naturally arrogant, and it is also thanks to him. After eating a lot, he can always laugh at the end.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it."
"What do you think is the general point?"
"160,000!" Tula rushed to say.