"Quota, what quota, how do you say this?"
Zhou Qing vaguely realized something was wrong.
Old man in hemp clothes said via voice transmission, "The damn guy named Xu is simply a born profiteer and vampire. What do you think? He actually closed the mountain gate and sold seats to watch the game. Is there such a shameless person in the world?"
Zhou Qing was dumbfounded, "He, he's not afraid..." Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the flag floating in the air and sighed heavily, "Old Zhang, if that's the case, why should you support him? I think I don't know that he is doing all this just to be famous. We don't support him, and we don't even watch the excitement. See how he makes a fuss. Grandma, people are so unpopular!"
Nowadays, Xu Yi's past situation has been widely circulated throughout Huaixi. There are many smart people among the monks. They immediately saw through the root cause of Xu Yi's creation of this arena and spread it. Everyone knows Xu Yi's intentions.
Old man in hemp clothes burst into laughter, "That's nice to say. Look at the crowds all over the place. You can't wait for others to leave and crowd in. But there is one person like you, Lao Zhou, who thinks. Hehe, when things go wrong, Xu will be the one to do it."
Zhou Qing was silent. Yesterday he experienced it personally. In order to find a good place to watch the battle, he did not know how many disputes were caused.
The number of people who have arrived in recent days is several times that of yesterday. So many people are pouring in. If it is not controlled, if it is not done well, no one will be able to challenge, and the bottom will be turned into a pot of porridge.
The more I think about it, the more I regret it. I would have just meditated all night without sleeping.
He shouted not to join in the fun, but he knew in his heart that such a lively event would only happen once in a thousand years.
What's more important is that observing the battle between super strong people of this level Xu Yi is nothing less than a session of guidance from a famous teacher, asking for help in times of trouble.
"Old Zhang, what exactly is the quota you mentioned just now?"
Zhou Qing finally recognized the reality, but had another change of heart.
Old man in hemp clothes said in a message, "Leave closer to the flag. The regulations are listed on the back."
Zhou Qing clasped his fists in thanks, stood up, and drove forward wildly. When he got closer, he saw the words were horrifying, like a knife piercing his eyes.
"... First-class, five spiritual stones, one hundred, second-class, three spiritual stones, three hundred, third-class, one spiritual stone, five hundred... One battle, one vote. Those who are willing to buy a package of tickets are listed below... In addition, those who watch the battle can participate in the betting offered by Cold Sun Peak, a grand event."
Steward Fang is worthy of being a profiteer in old business. Xu Yi only thinks about selling seats, one seat a day. This one rose to the level of one seat in a battle. He even gave up the ticket package and created a betting board, which simply amazed Xu Yi.
Zhou Qing The more he looked at it, the more he felt sad. He cursed thousands of profiteers in his heart, but he always thought about the thousands of people crowded in the crowd, who were just making noise and joining in the fun. There must be only a few who are willing to give up the spiritual stone.
After all, the cheapest third-class seat costs one spiritual stone. What a sky-high price it is. Even the most high-end wine shop in Bayi City has almost the same consumption level.
With only half a stick of incense, Zhou Qing's heart sank to the bottom. He didn't even squeeze in, and all the quotas were exhausted, and the voices of curses, sighs, and complaints were like the roar of the tide.
"What, what's going on? Are you crazy?"
Seeing the commotion all over the place, Zhou Qing was completely confused.
Suddenly, his shoulders sank, but he heard a voice say in his ear, "You haven't lined up yet, what are you doing here?" Looking sideways, it was old man in hemp clothes Old Zhang, who was about to ask a question, when old man in hemp clothes slid past him like a flash of lightning.
He hurriedly followed, and the crowd became noisy again.
Zhou Qing struggled to squeeze in, grabbed old man in hemp clothes's clothes, squeezed in with him, and said urgently, "What are you squeezing for?"
"Nonsense, wait in line. One fight after another. The package ticket sold just now was too high, so only a dozen or so were sold. Now looking at the popularity of the game, everyone knows that it is difficult to get seats for every game. If you buy a package ticket, even if you don't watch the game, the value will increase after selling it! Besides, even if you can't buy a package ticket, you still have to grab the tickets for the next game! Damn profiteers, they are making a fortune!"
Old man in hemp clothes said angrily.
Steward Fang, who was scolded as a profiteer by old man in hemp clothes, was not at all happy about making a fortune. Scarlet eyeballs hung on his green face, like windmills, whirling in the hall, muttering in his mouth, "It's a big loss, it's a big loss. I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this..." He looked like he was crazy.
Just at this moment, Old Cai hurriedly rushed into the hall, "Mr. Fang, it's bad, it's crowded outside again. All the adults are clamoring to continue selling tickets, saying that even if ordinary tickets can't be sold first, package tickets will be sold first."
Xu Yi greets you in front, asking Old Cai to fully cooperate with Steward Fang. After all, Cold Sun Peak has thousands of Menial Worker, only Old Cai is familiar with the road. Fortunately, Steward Fang is a monk, and Old Cai has no intention of competing, so the two sides get along well.
Unexpectedly, when Old Cai said these words, Steward Fang seemed to have been stepped on the root of his tail, and he was furious, "Tell me, I won't sell it, I won't sell any tickets, and we will wait until this is over!" Old Cai retreated in a hurry.
To be honest, Steward Fang really regretted it. After all, he never expected that there would be such an unprecedented grand occasion.
The price was set by him, and the seat fee could easily cost a few spirit stones. At a time when a Soul Sensing Realm monk's total net worth did not exceed one hundred spirit stones, it was really a sky-high price.
But he didn't expect that reality would slap him in the face and turn his old face red.
As soon as the tickets for the first show were sold, he knew that his thinking was wrong. After all, he only considered the average net worth of the monks, but forgot that Huaixi Prefecture still had extremely wealthy people.
The total number of seats is less than 1,000. As long as those big customers are willing to watch the excitement, the current price is really unreasonable.
As for the ticket packages sold, it was simply a major failure in his business history.
Here Steward Fang is sharpening his knife, while over there Zhou Qing and Old Zhang, who have no idea about it, are still crowded in the crowd.
Suddenly I heard a low whistle, and a figure flew through the air, several miles across. Suddenly, a Sword Qi shot up into the sky, like stars shining in the sky. In an instant, the hunting flag that was inserted directly at the top of Cold Sun Peak disappeared in an instant.
"Destroy all within the same level, Invincible below Yin Venerate, what a big stinky fart!"
The sound was like a loud bell, resounding in all directions, and in an instant, a broad-minded voice came rushing in, with red hair on its head, dancing wildly in the wind, and a huge sword about ten feet long on its shoulder. Although it was horizontal in the air, the momentum coming from all over the sky made people feel as if the mountains were about to collapse.
When he saw his face clearly, the whole place suddenly roared in shock!
"Scorpion Sword, Duan Xifeng!"
"Is it really him? Three years ago, he was defeated by the god Zhou Zongshi and entered seclusion in Ancient Sword Peak. There was no news about him in three years. Unexpectedly, he was released from seclusion today."