: The first thousand one hundred and twenty chapters I, Lin Beichen, make money

It looks like a leg hair.
　　The question is, why is there a hairy leg in the space of [Tower of Justice]?
　　 Lin Beichen's eyes rolled and his super-high IQ began to work.
　　 Obviously, it definitely did not appear for no reason.
　　 must be a certain way of fitness assessment.
He couldn't help but think of a saying he had seen on the Internet in his previous life: an interviewer was brushed down at the end because he didn't see a roll of waste paper deliberately placed next to the trash can during the final interview. , A lost good game.
　　 This leg hair must be equivalent to that piece of ‘waste paper’.
　　 So, so many people have a low degree of fit, because they didn't find this leg hair, they were blasted out by the [Tower of Justice] very angrily.
　　 must be like this.
　　 Wow haha, boring little tricks.
　　 I have fooled others, but I can't fool a genius who is as wise as I am.
　　 as wit as me.
　　 But how to use this leg hair?
　　 Thinking like this in his heart, Lin Beichen stretched out his hand and took this leg hair directly.
Huh?
　　 is just ordinary hair.
　　 It seems that there is no activity anymore.
What is 　　 used for?
　　 Lin Beichen carefully observed.
　　 At this time, the [Eternal Helmet] in his arms was radiant, and the patterns on it flowed, releasing a more intense aura that was exactly the same as [Arabic Gloves].
　　 "Is this helmet made by the same craftsman as [Arabic Gloves]?"
　　 "Immortal King and Desolate God, are they good friends?"
　　 Lin Beichen thought this in his heart, and put the helmet directly on his head.
Uh……
　　 is a bit big.
Eh?
　　 has become smaller?
　　 The [Helmet of Immortality], which was originally obviously much larger, actually sensed Lin Beichen's thoughts, and quickly shrunk slightly, and finally became just right for the size of his head, as if it was made for him.
　　 Lin Beichen shook his head.
　　 is very comfortable.
　　 does not pinch ears at all.
　　 is not heavy.
　　Wearing such a helmet, I feel very safe.
　　 "Why hasn't the fitness assessment started yet?"
　　 He felt very strange in his heart.
　　 I remember that other people's assessments are all over after three or four breaths.
　　 I have to wait a long time for the test.
　　 was thinking so, suddenly the endless void around him shook slightly.
　　 A strange repulsive force came from all directions.
　　 "Oops, I'm going to be bombed out..."
　　 "It's over, this seems to be a sign that the fit is too low."
　　 "It seems that I have to admit that I am a brain disabled."
　　 "What exactly is that hair used for."
　　 A series of thoughts came.
　　 The next moment, the scene in front of me changed.
　　 The surrounding void disappeared, and a flower appeared in front of Lin Beichen's eyes.
When 　　 looked again, he had already arrived in the Zhetian Hall.
　　 The hall is very quiet.
　　 is like a cemetery at midnight, and the needle drop can be heard.
　　 And everyone around them stared at Lin Beichen blankly.
　　 Their facial muscles, like zombies who just crawled out of the coffin, have been unable to make any expressions because of their stiffness.
　　 Even the Great God Ming Ruo sitting high on the God's seat looked as if he had seen a ghost during the day, staring at Lin Beichen dumbfounded.
"you……"
　　 Pan’s passionate throat throbbed, and his raised hand trembled, as if the shofar wind was about to break out.
　　 Lin Beichen found the atmosphere a bit strange on the spot.
　　 The first thing he did was to turn his head and look at the [Tower of Justice] to determine the final scale.
　　 Then, he stayed for a while.
　　 The dark red metal tower body, at this time, the scales from 0 to 100 are all shining with dazzling brilliance.
　　 100% fit?
　　 How did I do it?
　　In Lin Beichen's mind, a huge question mark immediately popped up.
　　 Then, a second thought came to his mind
　　 It doesn't matter how the mother did it.
　　The important thing is that I seem to have not only won the prize, but also made a fortune.
very excited.
so excited.
　　But--
　　 Stay steady.
　　 Calm.
　　 can't express too much.
　　 Lin Beichen took a deep breath.
　　Excuse me: The first time I participated in the big banquet, I suppressed all the genius exclusive prizes and I will soon receive 11,000 sacred stones. How can I show that I often participate and win prizes? Waiting online, I am very anxious.
　　 ask again: The first time I participated in the big banquet, I robbed everyone of the light, enjoyed two exclusive prizes and got a bet of 11,000 stones. What kind of experience is this?
　　 It's a pity that the mobile phone can't connect to the earth's Internet, otherwise, you must install a big force.
　　 Lin Beichen turned around slowly and looked at Pan Duoqing.
　　 "You just asked me how despair feels."
　　 He slowly lighted himself a Huazi, and said, "Now you understand?"
　　 Pan's passionate facial muscles seemed to be out of control, twisting and twitching constantly.
　　 "You...how did you do it?"
　　 His voice was low, as if he was talking.
　　 Lin Beichen chuckled, "I won't tell you."
　　 Because of me? I don’t know.
"This is impossible……"
　　Pan Duoqing finally seemed to have returned to his soul, and roared angrily: "How can you get a 100 fit...Impossible, it is absolutely impossible."
　　 The expression on Lin Beichen's face suddenly became ferocious: "Do you want to regret it?"
　　 Other people around finally recovered from their extreme shock.
　　 All this is very absurd and dreamy.
Because what they saw was that the moment Jian Xiaoyao entered the [Tower of Justice], the scale on the tower was like a cat with its tail stomping up like a cat, without going through a grid at all. Climb and reach the top in an instant...
　　 gives people the feeling that if it were not because the scale of the tower body was only 100, his fit value soared to three or four hundred without a problem.
too exaggerated.
　　 "I am not going back, but you...you..."
　　 A stormy sea has been set off in Pan's passionate heart.
He was able to get a fit of 99 because he had the hair prepared in advance as a cheating tool, and the secret help of the'examiner' Ming Ruo... This was originally a game that had been prepared long ago to make a name for him. Banquet.
　　 But even so, I am not 100 fit.
　　 Sword Xiaoyao, how can he get the full value?
　　 cheated.
　　 He must have cheated too.
　　 "Don't bullshit."
　　 Lin Beichen directly stretched out his hand: "I would like to lose the gambling, and bring 11,000 sacred stones."
　　 "You cheated."
　　 Pan passionately roared: "You must have cheated."
　　 "I'm your mother."
　　 Lin Beichen's expression became even more cruel: "Hurry up and get the money."
　　 then added another sentence: "If you don't play money, I will kill you."
　　 This matter is completely reasonable by myself, and I don't even need to argue.
　　 In fact, at this time, many other contestants also began to unknowingly prefer Lin Beichen, thinking that Pan Duoqing was sophistry because he couldn't afford to lose.
　　 "[The Tower of Justice] is an artifact made by the Lord God himself. Who can cheat in it?"
　　 "Yes, I would like to bet."
　　 "If someone surpasses him, it is said that someone else cheated, then I also want to say that you cheated too."
　　 "Since I can't afford to lose, why bother to bet in the first place."
　　 "The first warrior of the Flame Protoss, but so."
　　 Various cynics and sarcasm voices clearly reached Pan Duoqing's ears.
　　 Pan sentimentally became sober.
　　 Yes, this is a big feast.
　　 All the rules are dead immediately.
　　I questioned Jian Xiaoyao's cheating. Isn't he questioning the artifact made by the God of the Lord? Isn't he slapping the God of God in the face?
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