Immortal World Supplier

"The water in here... is muddy! Don't act dead!"

The man with the knife and flesh showed a stern look on his face. He waved his hand, and the small group of soldiers directly surrounded Fang Qi and the others.

"Oh? I want to see how the Tianmeng put the cart before the horse!"

"I entered the Daobei Mountain with the Daobei order to realize Taoism, but now I have to be dragged here to buy tickets?"

"Tsk tsk tsk... Does the leader of the Heavenly Alliance know about this? Does the Heavenly Alliance have such rules?"

Fang Qi threw out a bronze token, and suddenly a bright light flickered.

Dao Bei Ling appeared on Dao Bei Shan, and had his own special envoy to receive him.

Fu Biao used to be fierce and unscrupulous.

But after seeing Fang Qi holding the Taoist Token in his hand, his expression changed instantly.

Those who have the Daobei Order are either rich or expensive!

The Tianmeng distributes hundreds of them every hundred years, and how many monks in the entire comprehension world want to realize the Tao and cross the last class?

This is not an iron plate, but a steel plate!

"Hee hee... me too!"

Seeing that Fang Qi had taken out the Daobei Token, Pei Yin quickly took out his own Daobei Token.

At the same time, two Daoist orders were born, and everyone's eyes suddenly widened!

"My Cao! What kind of family background is this! These two seem to come together..."

"Ma De... I thought these two people had a good temperament just now, but I didn't expect them to be big bosses with Taoist orders..."

"These ticket dealers are unlucky this time... Who told them to die! All they earn is black-hearted money!

"Fuck! I can't buy tickets when I go to buy them. Those ticket dealers buy a lot of them!"

"Isn't it? People have connections behind their backs! But it's the sky! What are we?"

"You don't even know how big the benefits will be if Daobei Mountain is opened once..."

"One thousand people in the inner field, 10,000 people in the outer field...the core field is not counted..."

"One ticket for tens of billions of spirit stones in the field, one thousand tickets is ten trillion spirit stones!"

"Grass! Start with at least two billion spirit stones in the outfield! 10,000 pieces are twenty trillion spirit stones!"

"Converted to spirit crystals, it is 150,000..."

"A high-level Taoist artifact only costs 30,000 to 50,000 spirit crystals..."

"They're all drinking labor's blood..."

Originally, these melon-eaters were unwilling to speak out. They were afraid that people like Fu Biao could be provoked by ordinary monks like them?

But seeing the birth of two Taoist monuments, it was different.

They subconsciously regarded Fang Qi and Pei Yin as awesome characters who could punish Fu Biao!

They felt that their spring had come, and they gathered together in twos and threes to vent out the grievances in their hearts.

This kind of behavior has already violated the original principle of Tianmeng that the world is for the public.

Originally, the Tianmeng opened up the inner and outer fields of Daobei Mountain to let the monks understand the Dao, in order to allow more monks from poor backgrounds to have the opportunity to get in touch with the Dao at close range, and then gain something.

But now it has completely changed.

It has become a means for some people to make money...

It can only be that this is a tragedy of the development of the times.

"I am the thirty-seventh to lead the envoy thirty-seven, please follow me!"

"I am the thirty-eighth to guide the envoy thirty-eight, please follow me!"

The two guides in white came hand in hand, their faces were cold, their heads were slightly lowered, and they cupped their hands and said.

"I can't go now!"

Fang Qi shrugged, he should be the No. 37 envoy.

"Why?" Dao Thirty-seven raised his head and stared at Fang Qi indifferently.