I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Yang Zhao was grinding around the room, grinding the floor to a thin layer, but he couldn't help.

"Lie down, there are so many smart people, they must have more ideas than me."

Finding a reason to lie down, Yang Zhao stuffed the national emblem into his chest, put on a brand new set of Mingguang armor, and went out and entered the tower.

"Little Yang Zhao is wearing new clothes today. How many games do you want to play today?"

Now the people in the tower were already familiar with her, and as soon as they saw Yang Zhao, who had repeatedly failed in battles, come in, they began to say hello to her.

"Try to play fifteen games today." Yang Zhao was not shy and replied with a loud smile.

"Haha, yesterday we were striving to play eighteen games, but today it's only fifteen games. That's a big tone!"

She has been here for half a month, and she has been defeated and defeated again and again.

Because her logistical and medical support is relatively sufficient and her backstage is relatively strong, no monks will try to kill her. This means that she can go to the ring every day and become familiar with everyone.

Now she no longer hopes that she can win, but only hopes that she can stay in the ring longer.

Except for the first few days when Shen Ruoyu accompanied her into the tower every day and waited for the backstage display to be completed, Shen Ruoyu rarely came these two days.

These days, he fell in love with fishing. He followed Luanchuan Xiong and Feng to go fishing in the sea every day. He didn't know why he was so motivated. He fished from morning to night and sat for the whole day without feeling a pain in his butt.

"As a human being, you have to have some dreams, otherwise what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

Yang Zhao said something coquettishly and walked straight to the place near the ring.

This place is brighter, more people gather, and there are fewer ghosts. For Yang Chao, it feels relatively safer.

She was in the air, patrolling up and down and squeezing in for a fight whenever a ring was empty.

For this girl who loses when she enters the ring, the ring masters actually welcome her.

This is equivalent to picking up a victory for nothing, although it is getting harder and harder to win now.

Yang Zhao went from lying on the ground as soon as he came on stage half a month ago to now being able to hold on for one or two minutes. His progress was obvious to everyone in the tower.

So in the past eleven or two days, a new gambling game has occurred in the tower.

Bet on how long Yang Zhao can last.

The odds of this bet will be adjusted according to Yang Zhao's mental state every day. What remains the same is that the odds for the middle value are small and the odds for the two ends are high.

Because Yang Zhao could play more than ten to twenty games every day, this caused the gambling game to turn over quickly.

Gambling games like this, where the results can come out in basically two to three minutes, are the bookmakers' favorite.

Because this saves the most time and makes the most money.

There are some evil dealers in the tower, but the level of greed is the same.

In less than a minute, Yang Zhao was thrown out of the ring in embarrassment by the ring master. She tried hard to mobilize her spiritual power and stabilized her falling momentum in mid-air.

The talisman array on the stage only blocks overly dangerous things such as magic weapons, but it does not block people.

When she lost, there were boos all around.

"Oh! Little girl, why are you in the ring if you can't concentrate? You made me lose two taels of silver!"

"That's right, you're not cooperating with the bookmaker to crack down on match-fixing, are you?!"

"Yes, why is today not as good as yesterday? It's obvious that your heart doesn't stay here. Your eyes have seen the opponent, and your heart must be on the opponent! If you don't fight well, aren't you cheating on us?"

Yang Zhao rubbed his wrist, pursed his lips and said nothing.

She had learned nothing else during these days except the word "turn a deaf ear."

Otherwise, the false noise below would be too damaging to one’s self-confidence.Yang Zhao took out a special transparent small bottle from the Qiankun bag, and performed a blood pulling technique. The drops of her own blood scattered on the ring quickly gathered on her fingertips, and she put them into the bottle.

Then she took out a pen and simply wrote the information about the competition on the label on the bottle.

This small bottle contains anticoagulant, which can ensure that the blood does not clot for a period of time.

There were many ghosts and ghosts in the tower who wanted to buy Yang Zhao's blood, but Yang Zhao refused.

Luan Chuanxiong taught her a small bloodline drawing technique to collect her own blood scattered on the ring.

Every day, he would collect a dozen to twenty bottles. After three or four days, Yang Zhao would transport all the blood to the rich and powerful people of the country for scientific research.

At the same time, when the country is rich and the people are strong, they will also ship the newly made armor to Yang Zhao.

Afraid of ghosts hiding her blood, Yang Zhao even borrowed a cap badge from Guo Fu Min Qiang to keep it under control.

It is said that this was worn by an old leader who has passed away. He was famous for his military exploits and experienced countless wars. He played a very important role in the history of China.

This cap badge was originally collected by the descendants of the chief. After hearing that someone wanted to use it, it was given to Yang Zhao free of charge.

Only such a treasure that combines the power of the country, the majesty of the nation, the thoughts of all living beings, the awe-inspiring and murderous spirit can suppress the lawless ghosts in the Babel Tower and prevent them from daring to act rashly.

This hat badge is the safety guarantee for Yang Zhao to enter the tower alone, because since having this hat badge, the ghosts in the tower rarely come near her anymore.

After finishing this matter, Yang Zhao drank some water, ate some candy, and rested for ten minutes to recover.

Although she only fought on the stage for a while, such a fierce fight took a lot of physical and spiritual energy out of Yang Zhao.

In order not to affect the second match, Yang Zhao usually rests for a long time. During this time, he not only recovers his physical and spiritual power, but also uses some emergency medicine for himself.

This was the first game, and her physical and spiritual energy recovered the fastest.

The further time goes by, the longer Yang Zhao rests.

In the end, she even had to rest for an hour to get back to a better state.

After finishing the repairs, Yang Zhao once again found an open arena and went up with his gun in hand.

People and ghosts gathered around to gamble. They cheered loudly when they won and cursed loudly when they lost. The entire Babel Tower was always lively.

By the time the sun went down, Yang Zhao had played sixteen games.

One more show than planned.

Yang Zhao sat on the ground regardless of whether he was dirty or not, breathing heavily.

A set of tattered mountain armor hung on Yang Zhao's body, revealing the tattered long-sleeved sportswear underneath.

Yang Zhao was really running out of clothes these days, so she had no choice but to drag Guofu Minqiang to ship three large boxes of more than 100 sets of sportswear to her, and throw them away if they were damaged.

At least three or four sets of armor need to be replaced every day, and more would be eight or nine sets. Yang Zhao didn't want to calculate the daily expenses, fearing that he would have a heart attack if he did.

She had never lived such a luxurious life.

After he was able to catch his breath, Yang Zhao stood up with his gun in hand and moved out of the tower step by step.

In the evening, the cool sea breeze made Yang Zhao feel refreshed. Before she could take two steps, she was stopped by a tall black figure.

Yang Zhao sighed softly: Why is this guy here again?

"Fellow Daoist Yang, do you have any plans to sell guns today?"

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