"Give me an intermediate jar! Give me another pass while you're at it."
"The one I'm using now is that idiot's.”
Seeing that Fang Xing was completely unharmed, Eight Clouds Purple closed the folding fan in his hand and said helplessly.
Even You Youzi would have to hiccup after dozens of bullet comments!
Why was this guy in front of him acting as if nothing had happened?
Eight Clouds Purple couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity about this black shop and the jars produced by it.
"Origin 10000 points."
Fang Xing looked at Mother Zi, who was standing in front of him with an intolerant expression, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.
In an instant, the card in Eight Clouds Purple's hand lost 10,000 points. However, compared to the number of points behind her own 1, it was not too much of a consumption.
Mother Zi's lavish act was also seen by Bena, who had been watching the show. Faced with this sky-high number of points, she silently shut herself in.
At this moment, she deeply understood what class was. This was a class gap that was like a natural moat.
Outside, Olmet and the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were fighting the mutated humans. The points they earned were not even a fraction of what Mother Purple had earned.
"Yes, this feeling is like the demonic energy in my body being forcefully drawn out.”
Seeing the Origin Points on the card disappear, Eight Clouds Purple frowned slightly. This feeling made her very unhappy.
After all, at their level, if they wanted to increase their strength, they could only rely on the origin.
A thought appeared in Eight Clouds Purple's mind.
"Little brother, can this thing be exchanged for points?”
As she spoke, Eight Clouds Purple took out a bottle of medicine she had stolen from Forever Pavilion and tossed it to Fang Xing.
After receiving the potion, the system gave a detailed explanation.
[Craftsman's Potion: Craftsman made it by chance. After using it, one's luck will be permanently doubled, but one will die alone!] Recovering 500 points.
Looking at the description, if it weren't for the fact that Zhu Gusheng was too terrifying, Fang Xing would have wanted to intercept it.
"500 points!"
With a thought, the medicine Fang Xing had mentioned disappeared, and 500 points appeared on Eight Clouds Purple's card.
"As expected, some of the demonic energy that disappeared has returned.”
"As expected of an illegal shop!"
Eight Clouds Purple frowned and felt that the demonic power she had lost had recovered a little.
However, it was far from reaching the number described above. The comparison between the two confirmed the fact that the shop was a black market in Eight Clouds Purple's mind.
Even so, this method of increasing the origin was enough to surprise her.
Because for people at their level, the easiest way to get stronger was to pursue the world's origin.
A black market with such means was not simple.
Thinking of this, Eight Clouds Purple, whose mind was filled with conspiracy theories and mysticism, looked at Fang Xing with an even more complicated expression.
"Alright, let me see what's in this jar!”
Eight Clouds Purple extended his folding fan and lightly tapped the jar. The jar instantly shattered, and two purple light balls rolled out.
[Multi-purpose tablecloth: A magical item from the 22nd century that can conjure any food you want.]
The virtual world seed created by the genius scientist Hayaba Kyokihiko. It can be used to create a virtual world.
"Not bad!"
Eight Clouds Purple looked at the two light balls in his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He didn't lose out on the 10,000 Origin points.
The all-purpose tablecloth could not only be used by him, but he could also fish for Youyou when he had nothing to do.
However, what made Eight Clouds Purple the happiest was the virtual world seed. With it, she could call the group of kappa to build a virtual world that belonged to Fantasy Village.
This way, these guys wouldn't have to mutate every season.
"Alright, it's getting late. There are still things waiting for me in Fantasy Village! I'll go back first."
"If you have time, come to Fantasy Village to play! I'll bring you to meet a few people."
As she spoke, Eight Clouds Purple stood up and walked out of the door. She turned around and said, as if she had thought of something.
"By the way, can you return me Fatty Ci?”
When he arrived at the door, a strange feeling appeared on Eight Clouds Purple.
She felt that as long as she didn't return to Fantasy Village and entered the world in front of her, a few powerful existences would instantly descend and chase her out of this world.
It would be fine if there was only one such existence, but if there were several of them, it would be a troublesome matter for her.
He probably had to call this group of people along.
Thinking of this, Eight Clouds Purple quietly opened a gap and took the cold fat fish from the counter. She left with a complicated expression.
"He's finally gone."
Purple Cloud's figure completely disappeared behind the door, and Fang Xing couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he saw the thousands of points he had gained.
If it wasn't for the system not giving him a bug shield, he probably wouldn't be in such a sorry state this time.
However, this incident gave him a detailed understanding of the BBA in Fantasy Village.
According to Eight Clouds Purple's points, the first-tier players in Fantasy Village should be on the way to the Multiverse level.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been trapped in Fantasy Village.
With this in mind, Fang Xing decided that it was necessary to find some time to go to Fantasy Village to take a look at those BBA players; after all, these guys had an insane amount of points.
Just as Fang Xing had the idea of going to Fantasy Village to extort money, the system in his mind had once again come out to help.
"Detected changes in host's mentality. The authority to travel through the world is hereby granted.”
"From today onwards, the host can leave the Marvel World and go to any world where the customer is.”
"New mission-The Owner's Dignity!
[Mission Requirement: Sell 10 Intermediate jars to different powerhouses.]
[Mission Description: Are you satisfied with selling low-level jars to customers?] The young man picked up the long spear and let the customers smile happily (mmp) and buy ten jars with gratitude!
[Mission Reward: One can exclusive to the store manager.]
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“mmp！！！”
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