I am Fu Changding, the highest martial artist in the world

Chapter 124 Martial Artist Black Market

Yu Xianghua, a junior, asked politely, "Brother Fu, do cave fighters master many trump cards and tricks?"

"There are not many below the fourth rank, and there are quite a few above the fourth rank."

Fu Changding thought about it for a while, and pondered, "It may be a fourth-rank warrior who builds a bridge between heaven and earth, and will automatically absorb free energy particles to restore their energy.

The burrow is full of energy, and it is easier for them to practice tactics. "

Everyone's heart was suddenly awe-inspiring.

This means that the Catacombs are very powerful!
It also means that Fu Changding has encountered many fourth-rank warriors who have mastered trump cards and even unique moves.

But he is still alive and has not been seriously injured.

this strength.
Zhang Ziwei, a sophomore, frowned and asked, "Did they do bone quenching once, twice, or even three times?"

She is the girlfriend of Xie Lei, another three-time bone tempering warrior of Mowu.

"Yes. One-time bone quenching is quite common."

Fu Changding transformed many corpse puppets, and the physical strength of cave fighters is generally not weak.

The air pressure in the special training class was a little lower.

Everyone present, at worst, had a bone quenching.

But if there are Catacomb Warriors, they will have no advantage at all.

The crowd asked a lot of questions, Fu Changding answered what he could answer, and left it to the big lion to solve what he couldn't.

"Aren't you invincible?"

Fang Ping glared at Fu Changding resentfully.

When the get out of class was just over, Fu Changding won almost [-]% of the votes for the best candidate in this class!

Although Fu Changding was very arrogant, when Fang Ping made an appointment with the old student before, he even cheated the old student out of money.

But Fu Changding was also tough on the outside world, his performance in the exchange match was so encouraging!

More importantly, it is strength.

He has the entire special training class and is undoubtedly the strongest.

And warriors, after all, are still respected by the strong.

"I don't want it either. They all vote for me. What can I do?"

Fu Changding was a little speechless, 10 credits only, can it be used as a fart?

Fang Ping really wanted to give Fu Changding a good meal, he would act like a good boy if he got a bargain!
After holding back for a while, he continued to ask, "Is it easy to make money going to the crypt?"

He learned from old head Li that Fu Changding actually opened the Qi and Blood Pond in the Southern District for three days and three nights!
Simply rich!
Fu Changding's eyeballs moved slightly, and he said calmly, "It's okay, the first time I didn't have any experience, I just earned more than 2000 credits.

There is also a hundred gram cultivation energy stone, keep it for yourself. "

He found out in Nanwu that Fang Ping hadn't been aroused yet.

In the original book, Fang Ping already had a little demeanor of a new leader at this time.

When you dare to be tough, you can still be a little hard.

But now, Fang Ping may not have taken too much responsibility, so he can't be tough at all.

That's not going to work.
If this guy can't get tough in future battles, what will he do if he cheats his teammates?
Therefore, it is better to lure it with money.

Sure enough, Fang Ping's eyes immediately lit up, "Cultivation energy stone, the kind with 30 credits per gram? You have harvested hundreds of grams?"

"Shut up your saliva!"

Fu Changding glanced at Fang Ping contemptuously, "Cave warriors usually carry a few grams of cultivation energy stones with them.

But before they die, they will pollute the energy stone and shatter their hearts.

As long as you start fast enough, making money is still very easy.

This is nothing, there are many places to make money in the cave!
Villages have lighting energy stones that weigh as much as jin, market towns have countless treasures of heaven and earth, and monster lairs hide countless good things!
Just robbing a place, I think it's easy to earn tens of thousands of credits. "

"Is it really that profitable?"

Fang Ping still didn't quite believe it, "If you really want to make money like this, no one should be doing those third- and fourth-rank detective bureau missions."

For the third grade task, the task reward is only a few tens of credits.

"You do the mission just for the reward of the mission?"

Fu Changding didn't even bother to say anything, the most profitable third-grade missions are the loot, okay?
Randomly seizing a third-grade Qi and Blood Pill is worth 40 credits.

Who still cares about the three melons and two dates given by the Detective Bureau?
"Right."

Fang Ping nodded thoughtfully. The third-rank mission can usually be completed in a few days.

Adding in the loot, the harvest is hundreds of millions, which is not a lot.

Fu Changding didn't say any more, left Fang Ping, and went to Mowu Hotel.

Ruan Dong opened a suite there, waiting for him.

"How's it going?"

Fu Changding went straight to the point. If he wanted to achieve a quasi-golden body, he needed more than 5 million negative energies to temper the bones and marrow of his torso.

Now he is still more than half short, so he can only do things!
"Two cults have been found in the cult black market, and four of the missions for cult strongholds of the third and fourth ranks have been deleted."

Ruan Dong presented the materials respectfully.

For his young master, he is now completely in admiration.

At the peak of the second rank, he started to kill the third rank warriors, and now at the high ranks of the third rank, he actually has a record of killing the fifth rank!
Fu Changding took the information, glanced at it casually, "Then let's go, go to this black market first."

What he is eyeing is the negative energy of the cult.

Destroying two important black markets is probably enough for the cult to feel distressed.

That is their important resource source channel!
Safety, don't worry.

Cults don't dare to be so blatant. These black markets are generally not very successful.

There will be no sixth-rank or even high-rank warriors sitting in command.

Once it appears, the Criminal Investigation Bureau will never turn a blind eye to it.

He took Ruan Dong to Dasha Town where the black market is located overnight.

During the day, this small town is just like an ordinary water trade market town, with people coming and going, and the people are simple and pure.

But at night, these people all transformed into black market stall owners.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to collect aquatic products, they secretly purchased cultivation resources and sold them on the black market.

In this black market, it is a cult that presides over order.

But the sellers are mainly the aborigines of Dasha Town.

Fu Changding disguised himself a little, and came to Dasha Town alone at night.

[There are so many people involved, no wonder it was found out after a quick check. 】

Fu Changding narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Detective Bureau probably let the water go.

One is that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. With the black market here, the detective bureau can still control it.

Make a strong attack, and once the black market business goes underground, it may become uncontrollable.

The second is fish farming. When the black market flourishes to a certain extent, the Detective Bureau will be able to reap a lot of wealth with a wave of encirclement and suppression.

As long as the frequency of hitting is not too high.

For example, the black market was opened for half a year and eight months before being seized.

Those who open the black market will not be too frightened.

Instead, weigh the pros and cons.

I may have made tens of billions in half a year, but only lost tens of billions in the siege by the detective bureau, so I still made money!

"Creation teaches the true God, you can insult my character, but you must not insult the true God!"

"Neuropathy"

A strong man came out of the alley, cursing and cursing with displeasure on his face.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged man with a bitter face, holding a pill bottle in his hand, standing there muttering.

(End of this chapter)