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"This sword is converted into 15 energy stones based on the market price. This armor is converted into 42 energy stones. Including the income from various materials, energy stones, and elixirs this time, the total value is about [-] energy stones. "

Jiang Haichuan held a calculator and quickly calculated all the benefits.

Everyone has no objection, they are all brothers who were born and died, so naturally they don't care about petty gains.

Estimate the total value, this is the first step.

The next step is to choose the right magic weapon.

"I want this sword. The three functions of changing size, power, and speed all help me integrate into my main sword."

Wang Wenjie picked up the little jade sword without hesitation.

"I want this armor. When I take out the flames from the volcano, I can see if I can integrate the armor's defensive power into the flames. In this way, as long as I refine the flames, I should be able to make myself The defensive power has been greatly improved."

Jiang Haichuan picked up the armor.

"I don't want anything." Liu Yuexi chose to give up.

"I don't want anything either."

Chu Ye shrugged. In fact, he also thought that the jade sword's function of shrinking and expanding could be integrated into the blue bead, which would undoubtedly make the blue bead smaller during the flight.

But relatively speaking, the jade sword is more valuable to Wang Wenjie, so it is natural to give it to Wang Wenjie.

Anyway, there are countless magic weapons that can be enlarged and reduced, and this function is nothing unusual.

"Okay, since I don't want any more."

Jiang Haichuan took out a small notebook, recorded the proceeds that Wang Wenjie and himself had taken away, clapped his hands and said, "The energy stones will stay in this space, and I will take out the rest of the things and let the logistics colleagues help me replace them with energy stones."

"Give me the sword!"

After dividing the loot, Chu Ye immediately asked Wang Wenjie for two swords that needed to be fused.

"Well, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes first, and burn incense to pray for blessings?"

Wang Wenjie suggested with a flattering smile that the fuser needed for the fusion should be provided by him. Naturally, the higher the success rate, the less money it will save.

"I hope I can't succeed hundreds of times!"

Chu Ye told the truth, the more times he failed, the more time he had to study the four kinds of energies of Fu Qi Guo.

Anyway, the 1000 yuan energy stones for a pair of fusion devices were spent on Wang Wenjie's money and had nothing to do with him.

"Okay! I'll go take a bath and change clothes, burn incense and pray for blessings, and I will definitely not let your scheme succeed!"

Wang Wenjie directly took out a simple room from the storage ring and got in.

Jiang Haichuan and Liu Yuexi went aside to study the method they thought of today to improve their skills.

Not far away, Yetai Ang and Little Golden Retriever were not idle, they were looking for the trace of the second target.

The second target is not a contestant.

They don't just rob anyone who has a magic weapon, but whoever has a magic weapon, who deserves to be killed more than ten times for the heinous crime, will rob him.

Although the contestants were all young people, and because of their outstanding talents, they inevitably carried arrogance, but Vickerney was the only one who could be considered the heinous sinner.

However, there is still a goal here, which is to go with the reporters below.

Chapter 286 God Level Reporter

Vikney fell from a high altitude and was suspected of being attacked!

In the main competition of the Martial Arts Competition, Vikney appeared as the first contestant absent from the competition!

All the crimes are full of retribution, and the number one celebrity idol who took the rebellious route died tragically downstairs in the hotel!

Is it the hand of justice, or revenge killing?

A big portal will replace various front page headlines in the first time.

Vickney used his death to bring a carnival feast to the news media.

All the viewers around the world who sat in front of computers and televisions watching the martial arts competition immediately turned their attention to this accident.

Inside and outside the arena, the cheers were still earth-shattering.

No matter if it was Vickerney's fans or fans of another contestant, they were all cheering for their idols, waiting with great excitement for their respective idols to appear.

They were closer to the place where Vickerney died, but because the news spread slowly, they would be the last group of viewers who knew about Vickerney's death.

In the contestants' lounge, in the luxurious and spacious room, there are martial arts masters who are leading the staff to check again and again to ensure that the contestants will not be attacked or secretly photographed here.

What they didn't know was that an ancient western court-style carriage was floating on the ceiling at this moment.

This carriage is only the size of a fist, its body is transparent and can pass through any light, yet it really exists there.

Although the carriage is extremely small, the space inside is not small at all.

In the spacious carriage sat a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes.

His name is Corris, and he is the hottest freelance journalist in the United States, and even in the world.

A photo of Vickney, or a sentence, can cause an upsurge in major news media around the world.

And a photo of Corliss, a sentence, can also make major news media around the world wave a check, crying and begging him to sell it to themselves.

He is the idol of all journalists and the nightmare of many celebrities.

Similarly, he is also a devil in the eyes of many insiders.

Ordinary people only know that he can get many private photos, videos and privacy of celebrities. Only some insiders know that he himself is a producer of private photos, videos and privacy of celebrities.

"Strange, it's already ten o'clock, why hasn't Vickery come here yet?"

In the spacious carriage, Corlis looked down from time to time while sipping red wine.

On the seat, there is also a small video camera.

"Even 64 to enter the top 32 can be late, sure enough, it's right to kill Vickerney."

Corlis looked contemptuous.

He hates people who are late.

This is the psychological shadow left by him when he was a small reporter and the interviewees despised him, often being late or even breaking the contract.