I Have a City in a Different World

Looking at the long-handled grenade placed in the wooden box, the alien monks who had entered the mountain peak and wild building couldn't help but stop. Ran?wen novel??????????`t

They are all very interested in the weapons of the Holy Dragon City. Now that they encounter it, they naturally cannot miss it.

Those alien cultivators with guns on their backs have bright eyes and have already made plans to buy them.

As snipers specially trained in the team, their weapon power for the original world is far more than other alien monks.

The only thing that makes them feel pity is that the sale of large-caliber sniper rifles in Shenglongcheng is strictly prohibited. Once an alien cultivator took out a million brain beads, but Shenglongcheng still does not sell it!

During the period, Shenglongcheng Auction House once auctioned a strange weapon from Yelou, which had a similar killing effect to Shenglongcheng's anti-equipment sniper rifle, which attracted many bids.

As a result, the ultimate winner of this firearm was a monk from the Holy Dragon City, and he naturally represented the Holy Dragon City.

The bidders who couldn't compete with the Holy Dragon City in terms of financial resources could only watch the weapon being taken into the bag by the Holy Dragon City, but there was nothing they could do.

At the same time as their eyes are itchy, they can only turn their attention to other original world weapons sold by Holy Dragon City.

"Look, take a look, grenades are on sale!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, a white ferocious beast lay behind him, and a box of grenades was placed in front of the local tyrant captain, selling like a hawker.

Today, it is the local tyrant captain's turn to lead his subordinates to guard the entrance of the mountain peak and wild building, and they are naturally responsible for the sale of grenades.

After this order was issued, the local tyrant captain felt a headache.

The orders given by the city lord should not be treated sloppily. Once it is messed up, the city lord will not say anything, but Tyson will definitely kick his ass.

As the leader of this team, the local tyrant captain believes that he must be responsible for the matter himself, and he is not at ease when it is handed over to others.

Compared with his wooden-headed subordinates, the local tyrant captain felt that he could definitely crush them in terms of IQ.

Of course, this is just the personal idea of ​​the local tyrant captain, and he has always believed in it.

It's just that this guy has no experience in business and doesn't know how to sell grenades to these alien monks.

In fact, in this matter, the local tyrant captain really thinks too much, but this is quite in line with his character.

The local tyrant captain, who wanted to impress the city lord, frowned for a long time, his eyes turned into mosquito coils, but he still had no clue.

In desperation, the local tyrant captain could only learn from the hawkers in the commercial district and shout loudly.

Following his shout, the alien cultivators came forward in unison, chatting constantly around the grenades.

When the local tyrant captain saw this, he immediately felt that his eyes were bright and he became very motivated.

He was originally a crazy character. After seeing so many people cheering, he became more and more hard when it came to publicity.

"Everyone walking by... don't miss it, the grenade in the Holy Dragon City... is powerful, cheap, and easy to operate. It is definitely the first for all of you to hunt monsters... Damn, how do you pronounce this word? "

According to the character of the local tyrant captain, he would never say these words.

The content of this note was written by the local tyrant captain and asked the staff in the business district to write it out, and he just read it again.

I practiced it dozens of times, but I still stumbled, and I even forgot how to read a few words.

Weird people do strange things, and the alien monks present have never seen a scene of holding a note while chanting and selling.

This is so unprofessional!

Looking at the local tyrant captain who was pulling his hair with his hands and asking the soldiers around him, "What do you mean by this word?", everyone was speechless for a while.

As a result, the subordinates of the local tyrant captain were about the same level as him. They were all just enrolled in the literacy class, and they knew them by this word.

They do not know the stage of the word.

A group of big men scratched their heads and watched for a long time, but no one knew it, it was really embarrassing.

Seeing this, the local tyrant captain was so angry that he threw the note in his hand on the ground, reached out and picked up a grenade, and after the porcelain pendant inside fell out, he pulled the rope and threw it out.

The onlookers of the alien monks all followed the parabola of the grenade and landed on the snow in the distance.

The cultivator was so powerful that he threw the grenade 100 meters away and exploded with a bang.

The violent explosion sound is amazing, and the destruction effect after the explosion is also very impressive.

Those alien cultivators ran to check the site after the explosion, then ran back immediately and began to ask the price of this grenade.

The local tyrant captain laughed and stretched out a slap.

"Five hundred brain beads, refuse to bargain!"

The alien monks looked at each other and nodded lightly.

For these alien monks, five hundred brain beads are really not too expensive, so without any hesitation, they took out banknotes and started buying them.

After staying in Shenglong City for a long time, they are also used to using banknotes to pay, which is light and convenient.

Five hundred brain beads are equivalent to the output of five third-level monsters. If you expect to use this kind of grenade to make money, you will definitely lose money as pants!

But if this is the case, then there is no need to fight this battle. After all, no one can guarantee that a bullet will kill a target.

If you want to kill the enemy, this kind of consumption is inevitable. Even if you use cold weapons to fight, the cost of purchasing weapons and maintenance is also not much less.

Although this grenade may not be able to kill five third-level monsters at the same time, it can effectively contain high-level monsters and cause effective damage to them at the same time, which is its value.

The alien monks saw this, so they bought a few for backup.

Some alien monks were even more ruthless. They even bought a box, put it on their shoulders, and walked into the mountain peak.

Watching box after box of grenades being snapped up, the local tyrant captain was holding a cigarette with a proud expression on his face.

"I said it before, no matter how good it is, you have to let people see the actual effect, and what kind of result will be sold in a blink of an eye!"

Speaking of pride, the local tyrant captain couldn't help rubbing his head: "Haha, I am definitely a genius in business!"

Hearing the words, the soldier of the Holy Dragon City next to him immediately curled his lips in disdain, and muttered to his companion: "Come on, you can't even understand the addition and subtraction of less than 100, and you dare to call yourself a genius, don't give yourself to yourself. Lose in."

The few Holy Dragon City warriors next to him couldn't help laughing when they heard the words.

Although the warrior's voice was very low, it was clearly heard in the ears of the local tyrant captain. It is absolutely impossible to say that he did not do it on purpose.

The local tyrant captain, who was complacent, immediately widened his eyes when he heard the words. After seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled awkwardly.

Humming an unknown little song, he walked slowly to the soldier, and kicked the opponent's ass.

"Your uncle's, I'll ask you to bury the old man again!"

This foot looks heavy, but it only hurts slightly when it falls on his body. For his brother, the local tyrant captain has always loved him very much.

The soldier also cooperated with a "scream", but there was a hippie smile on his face.

The monster war beast, who followed the local tyrant captain behind him, also roared softly, cheering for his master!

It's just that this guy is full of alcohol, with a drunken expression on his face, and he looks like a lazy cat.

This bizarre beast that loves to drink is now more famous than its bizarre owner. Warriors often feed him wine, and this guy is always willing to come.

He instructed his subordinates to drive a pickup truck and go to the warehouse to continue collecting grenades. The local tyrant captain turned his head to look at the alien monks, but there was a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The local tyrant captain, who seems to be vulgar and has no heart, actually has an unknown side. He is not much worse than other human race monks in hatred for these alien monks.

When the local tyrant captain was young, all his family members died at the hands of aliens, which is also the eternal pain in his heart.

If it weren't for the plan of the Lord of the City, the local tyrant captain could not wait to block these alien monks in the mountain peaks and wild buildings, trapping them all to death!

For these alien monks, he has never had any compassion, and once they fight, they will kill them.

There are actually not a few Holy Dragon City warriors with similar thoughts.

However, they are also very clear that as residents of the Holy Dragon City, everything must be based on the interests of the city, and they must not embarrass the city owner because of themselves.

What's more, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, why has the city lord ever been soft to the alien race, and has he ever suffered a loss in the hands of the alien race?

On the contrary, those alien races who dared to offend the Holy Dragon City were killed by the Holy Dragon City one after another, and the corpses were already piled up in the big pit behind the mother tree!

Just a few days earlier, the fighters had secretly executed a group of kobold captives who refused to surrender, adding a fresh batch of fertilizer to the mother tree.

It's just that this kind of thing is a top-secret operation. If it is not necessary, it will rot in their stomachs forever and not known to the world.

What the soldiers of the Holy Dragon City were thinking, these alien monks did not know, they are now putting grenades on their waists and starting to explore constantly in the mountain peaks and wild buildings. (To be continued..)