Billions!

Such a number, it is crazy, you know, nine kinds of martial arts is only about 100,000!

So, the ancients of the unknown are helpless, the eyes are green, just can not do.

A penny is hard for the hero!

The amount of the contribution point, which was fixed from the beginning, was set by the Ancestors and circulated within the gate.The mission of the tongmen is to spread the contribution point, and the disciple exchanges things or other consumption, and the contribution point is returned to the tanilogue, which is a cycle.

And Zongmen, but in the price, grasp the "exchange rate" of the contribution point, so as to earn the difference.

That is to say, in fact, the gate does not act as the right to print money, they never produce a contribution point, just a porter who contributes the point...

In this way, the price of a billion is really crazy, and some people even suspect that there is no one billion in the contribution point of the gate.

Is there?

This question is well asked.

In this regard, Liu Hong gave a positive answer, not only there, but certainly a billion!

This answer, Liu Hong was obtained after a series of calculations and deliberation, and instead, he also thought of the meaning of the fear of martial arts to determine the price.

If the total number of contributors is one billion and the price is one billion, then if a person wants to get this fear of martial arts, he must get all the contribution points of the clan!

Is this hard?It's really hard.

Imagine if a company wants to borrow all the money of all employees, one by one, to engage in an investment project, you say it is not difficult?

It’s super hard, and the trust problem is a big one!

Of course, the world is the word of force, and when forced, it can be forced by force.

However, if it is tantamount to offending the interests of all people, then this gate will fall apart in an instant, and it is obviously not worth the loss!

To sum up, to get to a billion, there is only one way, that is, with the charm of personality, so that the whole family is willing to lend you all the contribution points.

And everyone is willing to entrust the whole family to a person, then that person's prestige and credibility, will be unimaginable, that kind of person, must be extraordinary talent, will lead the gate to glory!

Such a person is the fear warrior inheritor in the heart of the Unseen ancestor, and as for others... no matter what leader you have, the ancestors of the past... are not qualified!

...

The fourth floor, inside the huge book, the dark space.

Liu Hong's eyes were burningly looking ahead, there was an unspressive excitement on his face, and the terrible heat wave came, making him strand of wanton dance, and the face of the fire was more crazy.

In the void in front of him, a huge red fireball suspended, like the sun, almost occupied the whole field of view, Liu Hong stood there, like a small black dot in front of a fireball.

"The Unseen has never been seen by anyone who has never seen the martial arts, let me take a look at it."

Liu Hong's eyes were hot, with a hint of madness, and shouted: "One billion, give me a brush!"

The voice just fell, behind him, the huge token shadow, like the Heaven Gate trembling, a string of illusory golden numbers emerged, and then slowly ascended into the sky.

On the way up, the sound of "drop drops" is constantly ringing, and the number is skyrocketing at a terrible speed!

Tink!Nine million!

Tink!10 million!

Tink!Twenty million!

...

Every time this number breaks through a step, it makes a soft noise, which seems to break some kind of restriction.

Between a few breaths, this number rose to 99 million, the terror is terrible, if it is spread out, it can definitely scare the stupid people of the high-level!

However, at this time, Liu Hong's pupil suddenly shrank, and his expression suddenly solidified.

Because he found that the number stayed at 99 million, it ... did not move...

“What happened...”

Liu Hong's heart chuckled, the voice appeared a little panicked, roaring: "Give me up!"

However, the token trembled slightly, and then a faint sense of consciousness was probably ... the core disciple token authority was insufficient, which was already the limit.

“Old man, today...”

Liu Hong's body shook, the brain roared, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, a sulking in the chest churning, that feeling, it seems that he wants to explode everything in front of him.

What a chore!

Fist clenched, Liu Hong's face is extremely gloomy, really unwilling... Laozi's pants are off, you show me this?!

Silence, silence of silence.

In the end, Liu Hong regained his calmness and a cold smile appeared.

“No, no, no, no, no problem is that I Liu Hong!”

Looking at the huge fireball suspended in front of Liu Hong's eyes, Liu Hong's eyes were hot and flashing with the light of operation.

"This fear of martial arts, I am determined to get ... insufficient authority ... then find a higher token..."

...

The valley of the moon is a huge valley in the Unseen Mountains, an empty basin between the mountains, grass and wood, surrounded by green mountains, and vibrant.

Here, the pavilion is everywhere, like a city, although not luxurious, but also quaint atmosphere.

This is the place where the disciples live.

The level of the gate is strict, different identities, and the treatment is naturally different.

The top ten core disciples are high above, each with a small mountain of its own, and even a luxurious courtyard, with superior conditions.

The inner disciples are several people sharing a mountain peak and have their own courtyard.

And the outside disciples, because they can't fly, it is very inconvenient to live on the mountain, and there are not so many peaks, so they can live in this moon valley.

The outside disciples seem to be treated poorly, but in fact, it is only relatively speaking, in fact, compared with the scattered cultivation, they have been very comfortable.

All kinds of equipment in the valley are available, cultivation, leisure, eating and drinking, entertainment are not in words, as long as there is enough contribution, you can live a moist little life.

Of course, some people are less comfortable, such as... small slave marks.

“Shit, these bastards are so directed at me, you wait for me!”

The square marks are a simple outer door robe, the mouth scolds and scolds, but the footsteps have not stopped, and they have been moving.He seemed to be struggling with every step, his forehead was sweating, his legs quivering.

What is he doing?

Grinding.

Yes, it is grinding, which was done by the demonic rhinoceros, and now it has fallen on the head of the square mark.

Fang marks are very distressed, but helpless, he first entered the gate, the strength is general, and there is no background, it is also normal to be bullied by the old disciples.

He did not think of looking for the brother Zhu Yi, but in the end, he finally counted, the brother has his own business, this little thing is to trouble the brother, not suitable.

More importantly, the older brother may think that he can't suffer and is disappointed.He was very concerned about the views of Brother Zhu Yi and did not want to see his disappointed eyes.

These days, he personally felt that after the strict level of the gate, his heart was even more grateful to Liu Hong.The Zongmen is so cruel, and Brother Zhu Yi will pay the price that Zhao Yuanfang, the higher-ranking core disciple, for his sake, is afraid that he will pay far more than he imagined.

Because of this, in front of the mountain that day, when he was suffering from hardship and discrimination, the gentle smile of the white-clad big brother on his bloom was clearer in his mind, and the sentence "I brought you into the door", as if it had been reverberating in his ear, which could warm him for a lifetime.

In fact, where did he know that what he was doing now was arranged by his grateful brother Yi?

"Zhao Ye, you wait for the young master, I will blow your dog's head sooner or later!"

Fangs whispered cursed, in his view, these old disciples have no reason to go with him for no reason, it must be Zhao Ye, a dog slave who is making a stalk from it.

In fact, Zhao Ye has had "accidents" in succession these days, and now he can't even get out of the bed...

The back of the pot...no one.

Suddenly, the eyes of the square eye narrowed, footsteps down, suspiciously glanced around.

“Strange, how do I feel when someone is spying on me?”

Just finished speaking, he shook his head, laughed at himself, said: "Yes, I am in this situation, if someone can't see me, just do it, who will idle the head to peep at me?"

Then he shook his head, said a few words of encouragement, and continued to grind.

In the big tree not far away, the corner of Han ginseng's mouth twitched slightly and secretly tightened his fist.

Brain breeze?Your whole family is in the air!