"Ah ah ah... God Fang Fan, I want to buy it for our Xuanyang Palace. Our Xuanyang Palace has more than 37,000 examiners..."

"No problem! 370,000 king-level healing cards! Sincerely 1.85 million divine crystals!"

"Next……"

"Ten king-level healing cards, and sincere 50 divine crystals..."

Business... so hot!

In the end, Fang Fan simply stopped the three legions of the Imperial Palace temporarily and asked them to help distribute and sell...

The 200,000 soldiers of the three legions of the Emperor's Palace have all become agents in a blink of an eye...

In this way, this crazy momentum was barely restrained...

Seeing the crazy increase in sales, Fang Fan's smile became more and more popular...

That's how it feels... cool! Cool to the extreme!

At this moment, the bright camp is one-sided and feels very happy and excited!

And the dark camp is a wailing and complaining!

"Master Angel! You think of a way! The warriors of our dark camp have done their best! But their pass rate for the first level is only one in a thousand!"

"And those bastards of the bright camp can break through casually!"

"There are already many of us who want to switch to the past!"

"If it goes on like this... the situation is really bad!"

"Hey... They say that the Motian Pavilion is incompetent, so it's better to follow the Holy Sky Alliance..."

...

Complaints came one after another, and the fingernails of Zhu Rong, the envoy of the Devil's Pavilion, had already been deeply embedded in the palms of his hands, and strands of blood flowed down his fingers without knowing it!

Slapped in the face!

It hurts so much!

Just now he was madly despising the Jinzuo inspector of the Holy Heaven Alliance, Qin Hai did not dare to confront him! I think he's a jerk!

Now it seems... the real useless person is him instead!

They have already secured the victory! Naturally don't panic!

"The bright camp assessors have violated the rules! Opportunists like this should all be disqualified from continuing the assessment!"

Zhu Rong, the emissary of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, rose up into the sky and looked at Qin Hai, the inspector of the Golden Throne of the Holy Heaven Alliance, with a gloomy expression on his face.

This kind of thing can't continue to ferment, otherwise it will only get worse! In the end it didn't close at all!

If this goes on, the dark camp will only panic, and the final spot will definitely not be able to compete for the light camp!

Once this happens, the following series of troubles will break out completely!

"Hehe... Zhu Rong's messenger is really standing and talking without back pain!"

"We have all made a contract with the gods before! What? Now I want to go back on it? I'm afraid the punishment of the gods is not so easy to bear, right?"

Qin Hai looked at the demon messenger in front of him with disdain. What are you thinking about! Just like this, can I still get used to you? Well it doesn't exist!

"You... hum! Are you really going to recommend it to the end?"

Zhu Rong clenched his fists. He wanted to directly order the entire army of the dark camp to attack, but because of the previous contract of God, he still had some scruples.

If these things cannot be handled properly, there will be serious consequences!

"Hehe! What do you say?"

"Knowingly asking!"

Qin Hai pouted, isn't this looking for scolding?

"good, very good, excellent!"

"Humph!"

Zhu Rong snorted coldly, and then ran directly to the place where the cards were sold.

"Boy, are you selling these weird cards?"

"No matter what the price, I will pay twice as much as I want! Sell it all to me!"

Zhu Rong, the envoy of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, said quite richly.

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