After Bai Qingfeng's demonstration, everyone understood that Bai Qingfeng's bag of paper people was the labor they needed now.

"How many paper people do you have?" Wang Shuyueji asked excitedly. Seeing the little paper people under Bai Qingfeng's feet was so cute, I couldn't help but squat behind them, trying to reach out and poke.

But she didn't expect that when her fingertips were about to fall on the thin paper heads of two pieces, the two paper men immediately turned around with caution, straightened their backs, and looked at her fiercely with their hips on their backs.

Wang Shuyue glanced at these two suspiciously, and saw Bai Qingfeng's successful smile from the corner of her eyes. She immediately realized that they were all controlled by Bai Qingfeng's thoughts.

"I worked so hard and worked hard. I was afraid that I wouldn't have enough of this. I brought it all, with more than 30,000 treasures. My ancestors cut all their lives. You should be careful."

Bai Qingfeng said, throwing the bag in the air, raising his eyebrows and looking at the circle of people around him. He took it to Zhan Feng and shook it. He saw him with his own eyes showing a look of surprise. After reaching out to pick it up, he shook his hand and threw the bag into Ou Keqin's hand.

Okegentton felt flattered, but soon he couldn't help but feel proud. He held a handful of paper man and asked generously:

"Who wants to try it?"

"Go~" Zhan Feng turned around and left, not sure if he was angry or embarrassed.

"I want it, I want it!" Wang Shuyue excitedly reached out to ask for it, and Ou Keqin generously gave her five little paper men.

"How to control this thing?" Wang Shuyue asked while thinking.

Bai Qingfeng was about to speak, but saw Sansheng, wearing white clothes, leaning forward automatically, raised his eyebrows, and did not speak again. He turned to Oukeqin, the fool, and taught him how to use the little paper man to work with an impatient look.

The unattended Long Ruoxuan and Ai Qing looked at each other, and the little girl looked gloomy. If she hadn't thought that the living little paper man was really cute, she would have torn the black paper man.

On that side, Wang Shuyue had already mastered the little paper man under the guidance of the three provinces. On this side, Bai Qingfeng seemed to have noticed Ai Qing and left Ou Keqin to guide the two.

Two minutes later, the open space was covered with small black paper men, covering the sky, screaming with excitement, shocking Li Xianzhi and others who were working.

Is this the method that Bai Qingfeng thought of?

Why is it so evil!

The number of small paper people makes people feel numb, but what shocked Li Xianzhi and others even more was that the momentum of the small paper people formed together made them tremble.

"Bai Qingfeng, someone else's family sprinkles beans and becomes soldiers, and your ancestors sprinkle paper sprinkles into soldiers. It's so amazing. If this is used to encircle the Jindan monks, I'm afraid the other party will have no choice." Wang Shuyue exclaimed.

This is not a little paper man, this is a super legion!

"I would like to call your ancestor the number one in China's paper-cutting." Wang Shuyue joked.

Bai Qingfeng was rarely modest, waved his hand to take back the Paper Man Legion, and said with a smile: "It's not that powerful. If your master Qing Yi Dao Ren's level, you can break a thousand troops with one move. These Paper Man is just a gadget to high-level monks."

After saying that, he walked towards Li Xianzhi and others with Ou Keqin, holding a bag of small paper men, and began to arrange for people to come.

Wang Shuyue was stunned for a while, and saw that Bai Qing's wind was very tight, so she gave up the idea of ​​inquiring.

She turned around and returned to her post, but unexpectedly, Sansheng followed her.

The two stopped in the administrative building, Wang Shuyue looked at him in confusion, and the three festivals spoke first and sighed:

"I never thought that Bai Qingfeng was a descendant of the witch tribe in southern Xinjiang. Grandpa thought that the witch tribe had completely declined five hundred years ago."

This was a lot of information. Wang Shuyue pointed to the lounge next to him. The two of them came to the lounge. Wang Shuyue poured a drink for himself and Sansheng.

Sansheng took a sip and then continued: "The Southern Witch Clan is good at refining puppets. Those little paper men are not simple gadgets. Bai Qingfeng probably really stole the treasures of her family's tribe this time."

It turned out that it was stolen, and Wang Shuyue couldn't help but worry a little.

Sansheng smiled and said, "Since we stole it, we will use it and return it to avoid wasting Bai Qingfeng's wishes."

Wang Shuyue held the water cup and looked at the handsome boy in front of her who smiled like a fox. She suddenly felt that there were too many he had that she didn't know.

However, this discovery only made her excited and didn't feel annoying.

......

With the existence of Xiaozhi Man, in less than two months, all the contents on Long Ruoxuan’s newly created planning map were completed.

Dongfang Shenlong Village, which has been said by Wang Shuyue and others, finally revealed its side of the Shenlong.

Looking at the small city with the flashing lights in front of him, Qing Yidao, who came to check the progress of the work, finally nodded with satisfaction.

He pointed to the extra seats on the laps next to the competition field and asked curiously: "What are you going to do with so many extra seats?"

He also had the meaning of inquiring about this, and wanted to see how Wang Shuyue and others made a comeback.

Wang Shuyue smiled mysteriously and didn't say it, but just reminded: "Master, we signed a contract."

Qing's face sank, his thin lips pursed, and he felt a little depressed as he shot himself in the foot.

But since he refused to say it, he just kept watching what tricks they were going to do.

In this way, after another round in Shenlong Village, Qing Yiren held his hands with satisfaction and returned to the sect with his sword, and ordered his eldest disciple Liu Fengmian to remove the backup plan that Wang Shuyue had not been worried about before and was secretly prepared to be organized by Yunhe Sect.

As soon as the master left, Wang Shuyue started selling tickets.

What tickets are you selling?

Of course, watch the tickets to the martial arts competition!

A ticket of 5,000 low-grade spirit stones is a reasonable price obtained by the Shenlong Village project team after strict calculations.

In addition to free viewing tickets from each sect, there are 20,000 extra tickets.

Although the cost of building the competition are increasing because of these 20,000 seats, now, when the ticket price comes out, everyone thinks it is worth it.

However, this ticket was not released at once.

As a businessman, Wang Shuyue felt that the value of this batch of tickets must be maximized in order to reflect his ability.

So she released five thousand of the first batch of tickets.

There were not many people coming to buy tickets, and they sold them sparsely for five days before they were sold out.

Qingyi sat in the hall and listened to the ticket sales situation sent back by his eldest disciple Liu Fengmian every day.

I heard that Shu Yue, the king of 5,000 tickets, sold for five days. On the last day, the exchange students frowned after buying the remaining tickets, and began to worry about whether his little apprentice would lose money.

As a master, Qingyi could not see his apprentice trapping in his private room to handle the sect’s affairs. He had already made plans. If Wang Shuyue could not recover the capital, he would give her some private compensation after the martial arts competition.

In order to avoid not being able to even take out the spirit stone when you go out in the future, it will lose his face.

At this moment, Wang Shuyue, who had his own calculations in her heart, didn't know what his master was thinking. If she knew, she would be a little moved.

Just when the disciples of major sects could not understand what the exchange students of Yunhe Sect were doing, Hao Lei felt something was wrong with her keenness from a businessman's family.

And this was wrong. It started when she heard someone talking about the news that the tickets for the martial arts competition seemed to be about to be sold out outside the Duobao Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

Two more days later, there was a rumor coming from somewhere and saying that the tickets for watching the game were sold out.

Immediately afterwards, some people began to collect tickets for 5,200 low-grade spirit stones.

This news was like wind, sweeping across the major cities of Jiuzhou.

At the beginning, the person who had tickets in his hand just bought the tickets with a lively mind, but he never thought that it could even increase the price.

Some casual cultivators immediately couldn't help but feel moved and sold the tickets in their hands for 5,500 low-grade spirit stones.

However, just two days after selling, the ticket suddenly became popular, and people were willing to buy tickets at higher prices everywhere.

The first group of people who tasted the sweetness couldn't help but feel excited, so they started to squat at the ticket sales store in Shenlong Village, wanting to see if they could still buy the original price tickets.

Fortunately, perhaps because of too much demand, Shenlong Village released another batch of tickets, but the price changed from 5,000 to 5,500 spirit stones at the beginning.

But even so, the buyers still line up before dawn in the morning.

The window of the ticket hall opened and less than ten minutes later, all tickets were sold out.

There are many people who can't buy tickets, and there is the irritable monk who almost smashed the temporary ticket hall.

Once something is given value, it can make people crazy.

Another sensation came out. Some people said that it was worth buying this ticket, because it not only allowed to enter Shenlong Village to watch the martial arts competition, but also a discount card that can be consumed in Shenlong Village.

Monks holding tickets will be 30% off when spending in the store in Shenlong Village.

Thinking of the easy-to-wear sports shoes, comfortable and sturdy soft clothing, and various products that are convenient for life or practice in Shenlong Village, the monk who didn't buy a ticket was simply slapped his thighs.

With the one who has plenty of money, I suddenly felt that the 5,500 ticket was as cheap as if it was given for free.

So, the ticket price rose again, 56, 58, 6,000... In just half a month, it reached an astonishing number, 20,000 spirit stones per piece!

Seeing his senior sister Baili Tutu proudly passing by with dozens of tickets purchased from high prices, Hao Lei suddenly widened his eyes.

She suddenly felt that this mysterious and cold senior sister was just a very lively high-ranking player.

"Big, senior sister!" After thinking about it, Hao Lei still called Baili Tutu, thinking about the friendship between her classmates.

The other party turned around indifferently, raised his chin to look at her, looking tall and above, and he looked like he was unworthy of mortals, and asked disdainfully:

"What's the matter?"

Hao Lei looked at the tickets in her hand and asked tentatively: "Sister Sister has so many tickets... I heard that the original price tickets have been sold out now, so I don't know where the senior sister is from..."

"What does it have to do with you?" Before Hao Lei finished speaking, Baili Tutu smiled sarcastically, interrupted her temptation, glanced up and down at her black eyes, turned around and left coldly.

Hao Lei was slightly angry and shouted at the arrogant back with anger: "Be careful to take over at a high position and be beaten by Wang Shuyue!"

The figure in front paused slightly, but in just a moment, he continued to move forward and disappeared from Hao Lei's sight in the blink of an eye.

"What's the point? Do you really treat yourself as a dish? If you didn't want to get a bargain, I wouldn't be too lazy to say it!" Hao Lei sneered, turned around and left.

Since no one listens to good things, she will see how many people will jump off the cliff on the Tianzhu Peak rooftop tomorrow.
To be continued...