Doomsday Rise

"The black armored devil wolf, uh, although it was a little bit worse, but it was barely reluctant. Dust? Fate → Wen ↓ Xue√ Net." The nine-finger **** chef recognized the meat at a glance, and his tone was a little disappointed. Half of the meat is used as a processing fee, so leave it if you agree. "

"The junior agrees." Liu Wei'an secretly shocked that the kitchen chef had expensive processing fees, but had eaten the food he made. He couldn't stand his cooking skills. He could only sacrifice the meat of the black armored wolf. Fortunately, his There is so much meat, you can eat half of it.

The nine-finger **** chef saw that Liu Weian took out so much meat. It was not strange. He waved his hand and the meat on the ground disappeared. Liu Weian glanced with his eyes and did not find that he was wearing a space ring. Child or bracelet, wondered in my heart, are all the big guys so bullish?

Although the nine-finger **** chef is inscrutable, he doesn't have the kind of temper of the big bosses. He takes care of the money and is very happy. He stirs up in the kitchen for a while, less than ten minutes. The flesh came out and the aroma was overflowing, causing the index finger to move.

Liu Wei'an would like to ask how he did it, but he couldn't help it. He swallowed away the endless meat, the meat was soft, the outside was crispy and the inside was tender. The chef was a chef, professional, and even better than chicken. * Slip, if it is not for the same energy, he almost thinks that the nine-finger chef has changed the material.

When I left, I noticed that the name of the dish was added to the bulletin board outside the Nine Fingers Inn: stir-fried black armored wolf meat. Seeing the price marked on the back, Liu Wei'an almost spit out old blood, 5 gold coins. He is equivalent to giving away thousands of gold coins to the nine-finger **** chef.

"Senior, luck is good today, hunting a wild boar." A big man carried a wild boar of more than 200 kilograms to the ground and slammed the ground.

"What do you want to do?" The Nine-Fingered Chef Slowly glanced at the big man. He didn't glance at the wild boar on the ground.

"Old rules, half of them belong to you, the remaining half, cut me five pounds for breakfast, and the rest will be converted into money for me." Dahan said.

"Wait!" Nine-finger **** chef grabbed it, and more than two hundred kilograms of wild boars were thrown into the kitchen as if they were carrying chickens.

"Seniors and so on--" Dahan said suddenly.

"What?" Nine-finger **** chef stopped and looked back at him.

"The wild boar is gone, give me a copy of this black armored wolf." The big man licked his tongue and pointed at the newly added stir-fried black armored wolf meat on the bulletin board.

"Half a wild boar can't top the dish." Nine-finger **** chef said leisurely.

"The whole boar, then." The man hesitated.

"Wait!" Nine-finger **** chef entered the kitchen.

Next, players successively came to the inn with a variety of game products. Like Dahan, they exchanged game food with food, or they found a nine-finger chef to handle the price. The price is the same regardless of the game price Meat as a processing fee. Liu Wei'an suddenly realized that the people here did not skip breakfast, but went to earn breakfast.

The price of Nine Fingers Inn is surprisingly expensive, but there are surprisingly many people who come to eat here. It seems that they are not short of money. Liu Wei'an saw this situation and did not want to leave. The chef asked in front of him, "Senior, I want to set up a stand by the side, can I?"

"Whatever!" Nine-fingered Shenzhu lazily said that there was only one chef in the guesthouse, but it seemed that he was very relaxed, and he would always be unhurried.

"Thank you senior!"

Liu Wei'an went a few steps a little, so as not to affect the business of Jiujin Inn, took a big stone, wrote a few big characters on the brush writing: Sell Fu Fu! Then stood by the side and waited.

What happened to him unexpectedly, after waiting for more than half an hour, there was no one to buy it, let alone buy it, even if there wasn't even a question, I couldn't help but wonder, I shouldn't help but turned to look at the inn, and found the black-faced **** Is staring at him fiercely, most of the players take pictures under his pressure and dare not ask. The really powerful player is estimated to look down on his low strength and disdain to ask.

Seeing this, Liu Wei'an was in a hurry. He took the pen again without panic, and added four words to the stone: No credit. He didn't look at the mocking eyes of the black-faced god, and took out a piece of amulet and smashed it to the ground.

Peng!

The flames exploded, instantly covering a range of three meters, the blazing flames emptied, and high temperatures can be felt from dozens of meters away, and heat waves rushed out.

In the inn, seven or eight people stood up in shock on the spot, and several people's faces changed greatly. The most interesting thing was the black-faced god. The mocking expression was frozen. The face changed a few times in the blink of an eye. The chopsticks on the hand were broken. Did not notice.

"How did Fuyu sell?" The first man who ran over was the man who came with a boar.

"Take me ten." The second man was a young man, more cheerful, without even asking the price.

"Twenty."

...

Liu Wei'an was full of people all at once, and the hot scene exceeded his imagination.

"Two gold coins." After thinking for a long time, he still set the price to 1 gold coin, although he also knows that it can be sold, but in the long-term interest, two gold coins are the most suitable.

A thousand pieces of flame runes were snapped up in less than ten minutes. After seeing a lot of people were not satisfied, Liu Weian again took out a thousand pieces and told the crowd: "The last thousand pieces are sold out, and they are gone."

"Can I trade without other coins?" Someone asked.

"Only trade gold coins and power seeds." Liu Wei'an said.

...

There are still a few people sitting at the black-faced God table. From their expressions, it can be seen that they should be the followers of the black-faced god. When they saw everyone bought the fire spell, a few people stood upset and finally a tall and thin man said: " Brother, I think ... that ... you know my family ... "

"Bamboo pole, what do you want to say?" The black-faced **** was dark.

"I want to buy ... a little ... a charm!" Zhugan whispered.

"Go!" Blackface glared at him for a long while, and finally waved weakly.

"Thank you, Brother Black!" Zhugan Rumen was amnesty, hurried to the reverse of Liu Wei'an, just ran a few steps and suddenly heard the black-faced **** shouted: "Slow!" Suddenly his body stiffened, looking back at the black-faced God, his face is full of disappointment. But he heard the black-faced **** expressing expressionlessly: "Buy me 50 too!"

"I will do it." The bamboo pole rushed out, obviously not wanting to give the black-faced **** a chance to repent.

"Hey brother, we—" The strange younger brothers saw this and couldn't bear it. They do n’t know how many spells Liu Weian has, but no matter how many, they have a bottom in their own hands, otherwise they will regret it.

"Come on, get me off!" The black-faced **** now has some regrets at the moment. He was too reckless yesterday, thinking that it was a strange face, and he didn't care about it.

If the Flame Rune is elsewhere, many people don't care about it, and he doesn't care about things, let alone a person who is better than him, but in Mogu Mountain, the Flame Rune is definitely one of the most sought-after things. There have also been several flame runes in front, brought by newcomers, but they are all three or five, which cannot be scaled. Where is it like now, two thousand, it is estimated that it will not be quiet tonight.

"Come here for 100!" The bamboo pole finally squeezed in and took out the gold coins that had been prepared.

Liu Wei'an had long known that bamboo poles were people around the black-faced god, but did not say anything, and took out a Fuyu. He now asks for money, resentment and resentment, business is business, he is very clear.

The moment the bamboo pole took Fu Lu, his heart calmed down, and in the distance, noticed that the black-faced **** here also let go of one heart, and couldn't help feeling that Liu Wei'an didn't seem so abominable.

Liu Wei'an anticipated that the Flame Rune would be very popular in Mogu Mountain, but he still did not expect it to be so popular. He vaguely felt that he did not understand some of them.

Mogu Mountain is very large, and there are many people. Some people who do not eat breakfast hear the sale of Fire Rune, and they rushed around to surround Liu Weian. Liu Weian was helpless, and they took out three thousand Fire Rune in succession. These people sent him away, and then he took out the shield for sale, but no one asked for it. Only a few people wanted to show better than him and bought one side symbolically. He was disappointed and immediately reacted and put away the shield.

People who can take refuge in Mogushan have one thing in common, no matter what the reason is, they are strong, basically they are all above silver mid-term cultivation, their strength is high, and their requirements for equipment naturally increase. Black iron They are no longer in their eyes, even if they have the power of bronze, unless they are made of silver, they will make them feel good.

"If you can give me 10,000 runes, this piece of material will be for you." A dry voice sounded in my ear.

Liu Wei'an stopped packing his shields and looked at the speaker. He was a beggar, unkempt ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ His hair covered his face, he couldn't see his face, so he couldn't judge the grade, and his clothes were tattered. Fortunately, it was very clean, but I did n’t know why I did n’t wash my hair when I was doing laundry. Through the hair, I found that his eyes were full of tiredness.

Liu Wei'an's eyes fell on the beggar's hand, holding a fist-sized metal, cyan, crystal clear, and radiant, like a scorching sun, exuding an indescribable charm, like a poem full of reading The wise man of the book can make people feel that kind of strong talent even if he doesn't speak. Of course, this is just a metaphor. In fact, metal gives people a kind of ambition, a spirit of braveness and progress, a never-ending spirit.

"What kind of material is this?" Liu Wei'an discovered that the moment the beggar took out the material, everyone's movements in the vicinity were stiffened, and something called greed broke out in his eyes. Although he tried hard to suppress it and pretended to be indifferent, but Unnatural movements are so obvious.

"Blue sky is golden!" The beggar's voice was still low and weak, and fell into Liu Wei'an's ears as if it sounded a thunder.

The avenue is like a sky, it is difficult to climb, but the heavenly **** Jin Jinjin is advancing and never stops. This is a description of the blue sky **** gold, few words, roughly imagine the magic of the blue sky **** gold. If it hadn't been known for a while, Liu Wei'an estimated that even Qingtian Shenjin hadn't heard of it. It was because of understanding that he would be shocked.