Chapter 132

"I...I don't mean anything..."

The teammates were so aggrieved that they could only grit their teeth and retreat.

"What about you? Do you have any objections?"

Anyang looked at the other four people again. Having learned from the past, the four people suddenly shook their heads like rattles.

I am afraid that I will become the first person.

"It's fine if you don't have any objection!"

Anyang's expression turned away, and he turned to look at the stunned Luan Bingran.

"Senior Sister Luan, there are still fifteen places left, eighty-five thousand each on a first-come, first-served basis!"

"Huh? Oh...okay..."

Luan Bingran suddenly woke up and looked at Anyang with strange eyes.

After all, she still underestimated Anyang...

Even she didn't expect Anyang to have such a skill. Isn't this just a way to make money? ?

The key is that as you make money, you make money, and you directly offend the five most hostile ones to death.

Aren't you afraid that the true disciples behind others will jump over the wall in a hurry? ?

But it was a sigh of relief. She knew that she was now bound to Anyang.

Just carry out Anyang's orders and that's it!

"Eighty-five thousand points each, there are still fifteen places left, first come, first served!"

"..."

In front of the teleportation gate, everyone was stunned.

It’s just that those who failed in the competition before were suddenly enlightened, and they had already received the order before they could report it!

"Senior Brother An, I want a spot!"

"And I!"

"I'll have one too!"

"..."

No more, no less, exactly fifteen people!

Fifteen people stepped forward one by one to pay and join the queue. Anyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the crowd below.

Thoughtful in mind.

He released fifteen spots, and fifteen people happened to join the team.

It seems as if it has already been discussed!

"Now, can we start??"

The five people from before suppressed their anger.

After all fifteen people joined the team, he urged them.

"Then let's start... huh?"

Anyang nodded calmly, and suddenly his expression changed as if he had received some news.

"I'm sorry to tell you that it may take a while."

"What's wrong?"

Luan Bingran asked cooperatively.

"Just now, twenty more people had temporary problems and quit the team!"

Anyang shrugged.

"..."

Everyone was speechless, and the first five people suddenly had veins popping on their foreheads.

If they weren't afraid of Anyang's strength, they would have wanted to step forward and give Anyang a hard fight!

How can you bully people like this? ?

Co-writing means bullying the five of them to death? ?

"This Anyang..."

In a main hall somewhere, the same group of true disciples looked at the light curtain dumbfounded.

It's just that their atmosphere is obviously much more harmonious, but there is no anger at all.

"This move... is great! But it also completely offended Jose Yuan and others to death!"

"Haha, it's just a bunch of real people behind the wheel, so what if you offend them to death?"

"Can't see the situation clearly... The rise of Anyang's son is too strong, and it is said that he has a close relationship with Xu Changchun, the previous No. 1 Holy Son. How can they afford to offend him?"

"They're just in the middle of the game... They can't just sit back and wait for death, right?"

"Haha, Anyang is making a lot of money this time..."

"..."

A group of people chatted in a relaxed atmosphere, without the tense atmosphere in the Jose Yuan Hall.

The true disciples are roughly divided into four groups. The first ten saints are considered to be the head strong ones.

He controls many business projects in the Holy Land, and each of them has many followers!

The second one is the top thirty true disciples. Each of them is a peak existence of the fourth rank.

There may only be a slight difference in details, but the strength is not far from that of the Holy Son.

A strong contender for the position of the Holy Son!

Now that the First Holy Son Hu Ruian is about to step down, the remaining Holy Sons are eyeing the position of the First Holy Son.

For them, it also means that the position of the Holy Son will soon be vacant, and they are also gearing up to compete.

But for the time being, he couldn't care about Anyang, the chief evildoer of the outer sect.

The third group is between thirty and seventy true disciples. Their strength is not enough.

The competition for the Holy Son does not have that strength, but there is no danger of being easily squeezed out of the true inheritance.

For Anyang, a rising star, he has the least conflict of interest. Instead, he is willing to be friendly with Anyang.

If Anyang really rises in the future, they can be regarded as following the dragon!

The last one was the true disciple of Cranewei headed by Jose Yuan.

Every day I feel anxious and there is always the risk of being squeezed out, especially when a monster like Anyang appears.

It makes them feel uncomfortable in their dormitory every day!

Although they knew that the hope of sniping was slim, they were unwilling to sit still and wait for death.

You have to do something, even if the resistance fails, it is considered as your best effort.

But at this time, in another hall, Jose Yuan and others were not so calm.

Everyone looked at the screen with livid faces and gritted teeth.

Originally, they had accepted the price of 100,000 points, but Anyang did this.

It's equivalent to a ticket that others can get for 85,000 or even less, but they spent a full 100,000 points!

With such a huge gap, they instantly seemed like they were taken advantage of.

The imbalance in the heart makes people more angry!

"It dropped from one hundred to five, the unit price increased to one hundred thousand, and now it has to rise from five to one hundred again??"

Jose Yuan gritted his teeth and said, knowing that Anyang is ruthless,

But I didn’t expect it to be so cruel!

This is no longer simply killing them, but killing people and killing their hearts!

Treat them like fools!

"Five hundred thousand, fifteen eighty-five thousand, and now there are twenty seventy thousand...will there be thirty fifty thousand later??"

“Isn’t he going to earn millions of points this time??”

"Our combined income in a day is not that much... Damn it!!"

"Damn it, are you really treating us like fools??"

"Hmph! Do you really think you can defeat us?? If he is not strong enough, I will definitely make him regret what he did today!"

"..."

A group of people are jealous and hateful. After a little calculation, they know that Anyang's guaranteed income today is several million points.

Even if they were true disciples, they couldn't calm down after receiving such a huge sum of money. Their eyes were all green with envy!

Watching others make money is even more uncomfortable than losing money yourself. What others make is your own money.

That would be even more uncomfortable!

One by one, they gnashed their teeth and swore that only in this way could they vent their hateful anger!

At the teleportation gate, Anyang looked at a group of people with a calm expression, as if they had discussed it again.

Twenty people came out again and bought twenty tickets at a price of 70,000 points each.

"It's a pity...50 more people have accidentally left the team. If you want to buy the last fifty spots and 50,000 points, hurry up!"

Familiar words came out of Anyang's mouth again, and the first five people's faces turned dark.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out and I didn't want to say anything anymore.

Looking at the expressions on other people's faces, it always feels like they are looking at a clown.

They immediately wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in!