What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

On the left side of the lobby, the concierge leads to the scroll shop.

Unlike the crowded hall, this place was deserted, with only Luo Yurou and her two companions.

Liu Bo's feet were slightly apart, and his weight shifted back and forth between his left and right legs.

He leaned forward, his neck stretched out like a tortoise searching for food, his gaze fixed on the direction of the All-Heavens Jar Shop, past the crowd in the hall.

I kept rubbing my hands together, feeling like a million ants were crawling all over my body.

"I'm talking to Sister Jing."

Liu Bo withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and asked somewhat anxiously.

Why did you drag me here?

He pointed in the direction of the All-Heavens Jar Shop.

"If we don't reserve a spot, I'm afraid we won't even find a shard of a jar later."

No, no, no.

Rong Jing crossed her arms over her chest, extended her right index finger, and waved it in front of Liu Bo.

At the same time, he put on an expression that says, "You are so ignorant."

"No rush."

Rong Jing lowered her hand and stared into Liu Bo's eyes.

"Let me ask you. After this competition ends, especially after we helped the shop owner film that video and it was broadcast to the entire human race, what changes will occur at the resort?"

Liu Bo rolled his eyes.

"Is that even a question? It's packed!"

He stretched out his left hand, and started pressing down on the fingers of his right hand, one by one.

"Tenfold training room, baleful aura SPA, life spring." Liu Bo pressed down three fingers and raised his head.

"That's all, I don't need to say anything more, right? I'm afraid that if I want to soak in a hot spring in the future, it will be like dumplings being boiled in water, with people stepping on each other and back to back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Bo turned around abruptly.

"And then there's the All-Heavens Jar Shop, which is already overcrowded with too many wolves and too few sheep..."

"Let's not even talk about the Divine Soul Cinema. Oh dear, I don't have time to chat with you."

Liu Bo lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

"I need to go to the front desk to swipe my card and extend my bed for another ten or eight years. I'm really worried about not spending this money."

"Fine, go ahead."

This time, Rong Jing did not stop him.

She crossed her arms back to her chest, raised her chin slightly, and uttered a few words with a smile on her face.

"Don't blame me for not taking you with me when Yu Rou and I make some money later."

Liu Bo's ears suddenly lengthened and twitched.

The left leg that had been extended froze in mid-air.

next second.

Liu Bo abruptly stopped his forward momentum with his left foot.

His whole body seemed to be equipped with pulleys, sliding back along the ground.

Moonwalk!

If Xu Tianlin saw this, he would definitely exclaim, "Michael Jack Bo!"

"Sister, tell me in detail how to make money."

When Liu Bo returned to Rong Jing, his face was already beaming with a fawning smile.

"Am I the kind of person who would leave the group? No way!"

Rong Jing nodded as she looked at Liu Bo's expression.

He waved, signaling Liu Bo and Luo Yurou to come closer.

"As Liu Bo just said, once the owner's resort is exposed, countless martial artists will definitely rush here with bloodshot eyes."

"Absolutely!"

Liu Bo slapped his thighs hard with both hands, "With our guy, even the dead would crawl out of their coffins to raise money for his travel expenses!"

"You're right."

Rong Jing turned her head and stared at Liu Bo. "The question is, how did they get here?"

Liu Bo opened his mouth, then froze.

Rong Jing raised her hand and pointed to the churning black aura outside the door.

"This is Area A4 of the Battlefield of the Heavens. The core area."

"Even martial artists at the Nine Heavens Realm can only keep their tails between their legs here. Ordinary Flying Heaven Realm and Thousand Jun Realm martial artists are basically courting death if they come to the A-level area."

"so what?"

Liu Bo blinked, his eyes revealing a clear sense of foolishness.

Rong Jing took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and forcibly suppressed the urge to whip him.

"Is your brain filled with quicksand?"

After making a complaint, Rong Jing turned around and slapped her hand on the roll shop vending machine in the concierge department.

"Martial artists outside can't get here on their own. But with this, it's different."

Rong Jing tapped her fingertip on the screen.

Grade C teleportation scroll, can teleport to Grade C and below areas of the Battlefield of the Heavens, Price: 500 Credits.

"We just received our compensation. Let's use that money to buy some reels."

Rong Jing's eyes gleamed, and she spoke faster.

"Let's go to the outer camps. We'll raise the price and resell them to those desperate martial artists!"

She reached out and poked Liu Bo on the shoulder.

"Put yourself in their shoes. If you've been stuck in a rut for ten years, there's now a place that can give you a direct breakthrough."

"There's someone in front of you who's selling you a scroll that can teleport you directly there."

"Are you going to buy it or not?"

Rong Jing lowered her voice.

"This isn't just selling scrolls. This is a ticket to a new realm!"

"hiss--"

Liu Bo gasped sharply.

The airflow was drawn into the lungs, producing a sharp hissing sound.

"Sister Jing!"

"It has to be you again!!"

Liu Bo roared.

He whirled around and threw himself onto the metal control panel of the roll shop.

He reached to his waist with his right hand, pulled out his personal terminal, and slammed it hard onto the scanning area.

"Buy them! Wrap them all up for me!"

His index finger blurred across the screen as he frantically clicked the buy button.

One after another, teleportation scrolls emanating spatial fluctuations rolled out of the outlet like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing onto the trays and piling up into a small mountain.

Luo Yurou stepped forward and quickly placed the scroll into the storage device.

"Sister Jing, what's a reasonable price for each of these scrolls?"

"fifty thousand."

"Bang!"

Liu Bo lost his balance and hit his forehead on the counter. When he looked up again, there was a big bump on his forehead.

"Take away the young master?"

"fifty thousand?"

"100 times?!"

Rong Jing shrugged.

"We are the direct source, so you don't have to worry about sales."

"That's ruthless!"

Liu Bo gave Rong Jing a thumbs up, then his eyes gleamed with credit points, and his hands moved with lightning speed.

……

Outside the battlefield of the heavens, at the teleportation camp of Cangyun Palace.

The once lifeless campsite was now unusually lively.

The enormous obsidian teleportation array flashed light so brightly it was like the flash of a paparazzi camera that had spotted a scandal; it practically never stopped.

Crowds pressed against each other.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Shouts, bargaining, and the clash of weapons mingled together, soaring into the sky.

Countless martial artists gathered at the edge of the square, brandishing their weapons and forming random teams like in an online game.

"Conquer the core area of ​​A4!"

A burly man roared at the top of his lungs, his face turning red from shouting.

"Destination: The Myriad Races Resort! Anyone who's not afraid to die, come with me! Only those at the Flying Celestial Realm! Those at the Thousand-Jin Realm, don't come here to die!"

Not far away, a young man dressed in magnificent armor was desperately pushing aside the crowd blocking his way.

He raised his right hand high.

"Looking for a team! Need someone experienced to guide me!"

"I'll cover the travel expenses with 200,000 credits! I'll transfer the money upon arrival at the resort!"

In the center of the square, a one-eyed old man leaned against a stone pillar.

He had his eyes closed, and was twirling two iron walnuts in his hands. The walnuts made a "crackling" sound as they were rubbed together.

A martial artist leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

The old man opened his one eye, stopped what he was doing, and held up two fingers.

"I am at the third level of the Nine Heavens Realm. I will lead the team to the A-level area, ensuring their safety to the very end."

"500,000 credits per person. Only two spots left. Pay first, then get on board."

Noisy, frenzied.

The obsidian teleportation array flashed again, and a figure in white appeared inside.