Chapter 2835 We are all local tyrants

Zuoqiu Yao rolled his eyes, and then complained.

"Brother Fang Fan, anyway, if you don't help me this time, I'll be doomed..."

"On this occasion, that bastard president Sun Han actually went to retreat!"

"Tell me, what can I do in this situation?"

"It's nothing..."

"The development of Tiandao Society in recent years is just like that... the students of the new generation are still a little tender!"

"Why……"

"People's hearts are not ancient. Students with a little bit of potential want to run towards the Guangming Society, because basically the people they meet at the Guangming Society are senior priests from the major temples of the Light Alliance..."

"Anyway, this wave is embarrassing..."

Zuoqiu Yao babbled, and then followed suit with all-round complaints.

Needless to say the rest, this feeling has become clear invisibly.

On the whole, that is actually the case.

Sincere and clear!

Zuoqiu Yao still had the same nagging personality as before, anyway, all kinds of words just kept going, that's probably what happened.

Normally, Fang Fan is too lazy to participate in this kind of activities, he has always been more Buddhist...

"Brother Fang Fan, according to the agreement between our Tiandao Society and the Guangming Society, there will be a total of five competitions..."

"Five games determine the outcome..."

"Forehead……"

"Normally, as long as you win a game, the Tiandao Club will reward you with 100,000 credits..."

Zuoqiu Yao continued to follow the code.

One hundred thousand credits is almost two billion low-grade star cores.

From Zuoqiu Yao's point of view, it doesn't seem too small...

If it was Fang Fan in the past, maybe he would think the same way.

As for now, it doesn't seem to matter...

Now if you want to promote your legion to a higher level, you need to start with one trillion star cores at every turn...

"Brother Zuoqiu, your market is not doing well..."

"One hundred thousand credits? Two billion low-grade star cores?"

"Ah this..."

"Are you sending beggars away?"

"Why……"

"This is too little..."

"Fang Fan's previous fights at the Colosseum in the Holy City of Light basically started with trillions of low-grade star cores..."

Bai Piao shook his head, then pretended to be aggressive.

"How many trillions?"

"You... now... do you have this number now?"

"Gudong..."

Zuoqiu Yao took a deep breath, looking a little dazed...

Normally, an ordinary low-level saint would have an asset worth billions or tens of billions of low-grade star cores...

Now as a student, if you can get a reward of 2 billion in one go, it will be awesome...

After all, he is still too small...

"certainly……"

"Why……"

"As a god envoy with trillions of low-grade star cores, I can't even look down on him, let alone Fang Fan..."

"I saw with my own eyes that my cheap master stuffed ten trillion yuan into his arms!"

"It's so eccentric!"

Bai Piao gritted her teeth and followed suit.

While Bai Piao was talking, he immediately started a full-scale Versailles, and then took out the storage ring in his hand to light it up, and a large number of star cores fell to the ground...

This guy will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't pretend for a day...

"I haven't seen you for more than half a month, what happened..."

"This disconnection is a bit too serious..."

Zuoqiu Yao has some doubts about life...

Immediately, his eyes glanced around, and then looked at Guisha...