"Quota, what quota, how do you say that?"
Zhou Qing faintly realized that something was wrong.
The old man in sackcloth said, "Damn Xu, he is a born profiteer and vampire. What do you think, he actually closed the mountain gate and sold seats to watch the battle. Are there such shameless people in the world?"
Zhou Qing was dumbfounded, "He, he's not afraid..." Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the flag floating in the air, and sighed heavily, "Old Zhang, since that's the case, why should you still applaud him? It's for the sake of being famous, we don't support him, we don't watch the commotion, just watch how he's making a fuss, grandma, the hearts of the people are not enough to swallow the elephant!"
Today, Xu Yi's past situation has been widely circulated throughout Huaixi. There are many smart people among the monks who immediately saw through the root cause of Xu Yi's creation of this ring, and spread the word, so that everyone knows Xu Yi's intentions.
The old man in sackcloth couldn't help laughing, "It's nice to say, look at the crowd, you can't wait for others to withdraw and rush in yourself, but there is one person who is like you, old Zhou, hehe, when things happen, you can't get your mind together. It's the knife."
Zhou Qing remained silent. He experienced it himself yesterday, and in order to find a good place to watch the battle, he did not know how many disputes arose.
As for the number of people who came recently, there are several times more people than yesterday. If there are so many people coming in together, if you don't control it, if you don't do it well, there will be no one to fight, and the bottom will be a mess.
The more I think about it, the more I regret it. I would have known that I would meditate all night and not sleep.
He shouted in his mouth not to join in the excitement, but he knew in his heart that such excitement was rare in a thousand years.
What's more, observing Xu Yi's battle with superpowers of this level is like being guided by a famous teacher.
"Old Zhang, what exactly is the quota you mentioned just now?"
Zhou Qing finally recognized the reality, but he changed his mind.
The old man in sackcloth said via voice transmission, "Come closer to the flag, the regulations are listed on the back."
Zhou Qing clasped his fists in thanks, jumped up, rushed straight ahead, and when he got close, he saw the words were horrifying, stabbing like a knife.
"...First class, five spirit stones, set one hundred, second class, three spirit stones, three hundred, third rank one spirit stone, set five hundred...One battle, one vote, Those who are willing to purchase the package tickets are listed as follows... In addition, those who watch the battle can participate in the gamble offered by Leng Yangfeng, which is a grand event."
Director Fang is worthy of being a profiteer who deals with old people. Xu Yi only thought of selling seats. One person a day, this one rose to one in World War I. Breathtaking.
The more Zhou Qing looked at it, the more chilled his heart became, and he scolded thousands and tens of thousands of profiteers in his heart, but he always thought of the thousands of people who were crowded in the crowd. They were just joking around and joining in the fun, and there must be a small number of people who were willing to give up their spirit stones.
After all, the cheapest third-class seat also requires a spirit stone. What a sky-high price, even the most high-end wine shops in Baye City are almost at this consumption level.
But half a stick of incense, Zhou Qing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, he didn't squeeze in at all, and all the places were filled, the voices of cursing, sighing, and complaining were like the howling of the tide.
"Hey, what's going on here, are they all crazy?"
Seeing the hustle and bustle of the venue, Zhou Qing was completely lost.
Suddenly, his shoulders sank, but he heard a voice beside his ear saying, "I'm not queuing, what are you doing in a daze!" Looking sideways, it was the old man in sackcloth, Lao Zhang, who was about to ask a question. Slid over.
He hurried to follow, and the crowd became noisy again.
With great effort, Zhou Qing forced his way in, grabbed the clothes of the old man in sackcloth tightly, squeezed together with him, and said urgently, "What the hell are you squeezing?"
"Nonsense, queuing up, one battle round, the package ticket that was sold just now, because the price is too high, only a dozen or so tickets were sold, now looking at the crowds, everyone knows that seats for each battle are not easy to get , If you buy a package ticket, even if you don’t watch the game, you can sell it to appreciate in value! Besides, even if you can’t buy a package ticket, you still have to grab the ticket for the next game! Damn profiteer, you’re making a lot of money!”
The old man in sackcloth said angrily.
Mr. Fang, who was called a profiteer by the old man in sackcloth, did not feel the joy of making a fortune. Scarlet eyes hang on his green skin, like a windmill, turning sharply in the hall, muttering in his mouth, "It's a big loss!" , It’s a big loss, I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this...” It looks like crazy.
At this moment, Lao Cai rushed into the hall in a hurry, "Master Fang, it's not good, the outside is congested again, and all the adults are clamoring to continue selling tickets, saying that even if ordinary tickets cannot be sold first, set tickets will be sold first." Tickets are fine too."
Xu Yi greeted him first, and asked Lao Cai to fully cooperate with the head of Fang. After all, there are thousands of handymen on Lengyang Peak, and only Lao Cai is familiar with the road. Fortunately, the head of Fang is a monk, and Lao Cai has no intention of fighting. Get along well, but also harmoniously.
Unexpectedly, when Lao Cai said these words, Director Fang seemed to have been trampled on the tail, and he was furious, "Tell me, I won't sell any tickets, and I won't talk about it until this game is over!" Lao Cai Get out in a hurry.
Speaking of it, Fang Zhangshi really regretted it. After all, he never expected that there would be such an unprecedented event.
The price is set by him, and the seat fee of several spirit stones is really a sky-high price at a time when every soul-sensing monk is worth less than a hundred spirit stones.
But he didn't expect that a slap from reality would make his old face turn red.
As soon as the tickets for the first match were sold, he knew that he was thinking badly. After all, he only considered the average net worth of monks, but he forgot that Huaixi Mansion still had a wealthy family.
There are less than 1,000 seats in total, as long as those big players are willing to watch the excitement, the current price is too unreasonable.
As for the package tickets sold, it was simply a big failure in his business history.
The boss here is sharpening his knife, while Zhou Qing and Lao Zhang, who don't know anything about it, are still crowded in the crowd.
Suddenly, a light howl was heard, and a figure swept across the sky, several miles away, and suddenly, a sword energy rose into the sky, like stars shining in the sky, and in an instant, it was directly inserted into the banner of Lie Lie on the top of Lengyang Peak, in an instant, disappear.
"All destroyed within the same level, invincible below Yin Zun, what a big stinky fart!"
The sound was like a torrent of bells, resounding in all directions, and in an instant, a broad-chested voice came furiously, with red hair all over, dancing wildly with the wind, with a huge sword about ten feet long on his shoulder, even though it was in the air, it came from all over the world The momentum makes people feel as if the mountains are about to collapse.
After seeing his face clearly, the whole audience suddenly screamed!
"Demon Scorpion Sword, Break West Wind!"
"It's really him? Three years ago, he was defeated by God Prime Minister Zhou Zongshi and retreated at the foot of Gu Jianfeng. There was no news of him for three years. I didn't expect to come out today."