Vol 12 Chapter 1533: Proud and proud

If there is no sane reminder, he is already a rich man now, and he eats too poorly, and will not compete with others for a few silver coins.
Otherwise, he will join the army to collect silver coins.
The dead child Qian Bao was born with a golden spoon in his heart, and he didn't know how to be frugal.
What silver coin to throw?
Just sprinkle copper coins.
If scavengers think that spreading copper coins is an insult, they can continue to insult them in the same way.
If you can't do it, don't argue.
Of course, some things are easy to think about, and whether they are effective is another matter.
Fang Lang is very clear about this.
Therefore, despite his dissatisfaction, he remained silent and cooperated with the actions of the other five young roommates throughout the process.
The first stop.
It was five young roommates who sent Fang Lang into a small underground dream training ground specially designed for him.
The security guard responsible for guarding the entrance of the hunting department of the trainee hunter seemed to know five people in Wang Tianci.
Fang Lang not only raised his hand and successfully entered the underground dream training ground, but also five other young roommates followed.
One is about 50 meters deep.
There is a luxurious version of the single suspended dream room throughout the central area.
At least after the telescopic bridge is retracted, the dream room must be suspended relative to the dream room on the surrounding barrel wall.
The five Wang Tianci directly pushed the ignorant Fang Lang into the single man-made dream room in this central area.
Fang Lang didn't know how to enter it.
Anyway, in a trance, he has been sitting on a transparent single artificial dream metal chair.
The equipment in space has started to start on its own.
He only had time to look around and found that the single man-made dream room on the surrounding wall was indeed empty. No one uses the dream-making facilities outside the training ground. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was quickly pulled into sleep by the strong fragrance of the dream.
I just woke up in the morning.
After eating breakfast, I fell asleep again.
Isn't this a bad life?
The above question was the only strange and wonderful thought in Fang Lang's mind before falling asleep.
Enter the dream.
Everything is different from the hundreds of possibilities Fang Lang imagined in his mind.
He doesn't need to do anything.
After touching the ground with your foot, step on the ground firmly.
Open your eyes.
A fairly old flat bluestone street appeared before his eyes.
The streets of Qingshi are crowded.
They wandered aimlessly and curiously in the street.
On both sides of the street are two or three-story red tiles, white walls and wooden buildings. Fang Lang could not see the purpose of the wooden buildings on the second or third floor. However, the first floor is clearly packed with shops.
Goubuli buns, selling Goubuli buns, big and fragrant meat buns!
Any weapon forged by my blacksmith Zhang is the best, most durable, and least easily damaged weapon!
"Sir, how many of you are eating, what's the matter?"
...
As the voice of soliciting customers rang in Fang Lang's ears, the corners of Fang Lang's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Almost blurted out three words.
Novice Village!
That's right.
Currently, the place where he is standing is obviously on another planet, in his own favorite new game village.
Whether it is human.
This is also the style and mode of rural architecture.
They are all the same.
More importantly, he had just entered this dream and didn't even have time to create something in the dream. Why was a bustling new village created, even seeming to operate independently without him?
The reason why Fang Lang can quickly make the above series of important decisions is related to his multitasking. He saw several young people walking on the street, running into the nearest blacksmith shop, and asked Blacksmith Zhang what he needed to exchange if he wanted to make or upgrade weapons.
However, Tiesmith Zhang not only gave the same answer every time.
More importantly, even though Tiesmith Zhang was wearing antique clothes, with his face, Fang Lang knew that his uncle’s original identity was not a blacksmith at all, but a teacher from the second district trainee hunter.
Middle-aged teachers who teach them practical skills.
This dress is almost spicy eyes.
Obviously, it was shirtless, and a very simple black apron could not block any good scenery at all!
What makes the eyes hotter is.
Fortunately, he didn't have time to do something in his dream, and he didn't have time to drink a sip of water.
Otherwise, every shop in Xinshou Village was originally composed of NPC people. They are teachers and adults, and they all have a strong ancient atmosphere.
Fang Lang worried that he would splash or suffocate.
Of course, it is not clear whether the hunter trainer teachers in the second district are all trapped in this fantasy game to manage him.
However, at this moment, he happened to be on a street, looking forward from his position. Any teacher he meets with a slight impression has his own role, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
As for pedestrians hurried across the street.
Ok.
From the perspective of face familiarity and age level, the vast majority should be composed of young trainee hunters from the second district trainee hunter department.
They can be said to be the testers of this dream game.
It can also be called a test player.
There is no shop to enter.
The activities in my heart are far more abundant than actions.
Is this the main street of Xinjian Village? Xinjian Village is my favorite game that I created in a dream-making way?
ferocious!
The best part is that I don’t even know when and how long it took to build a large novice game village.
At least the more detailed details, he can't remember it now.
Oh!
Just as Fang Lang was indulging in his rich spiritual activities, a fierce gale suddenly sounded behind him.
The scalp is numb.
The eyebrows are frowned.
As he walked, Fang Lang suddenly knelt down and bent back. The whole person bent forward and squatted on the ground. At the same time, he muttered to himself.
The laces seem a bit loose!
This is almost a back and forth effort.
The black meat cleaver, with the sharp blade against the cold light, cut straight from the back to the spine.
puff!
First, he passed through the lower back of a young trainee hunter, who was walking in front of Fang Lang.
puff!
Then another young trainee hunter walked in front of the first unfortunate man, his side waist cut.
puff!
Finally, a knife was inserted into the back of the third unfortunate person.
The white source force occupies most of the dust, overflowing from three wounds.
The blood tank on his head quickly turned white, almost empty in the blink of an eye.
The three people didn't even have time to scream. Their faces of consternation and pain instantly turned into three clusters of white light and disappeared in place.
The loud scream of a girl, like pressing the pause button at the entire crowded bluestone street. ..