Chapter 100: What about people? What about people?

Li Qingyang, who was holding 100,000 silver tickets, was all on the spot.

He came from a family and had no concept of money, but he also knew that this number was very large. He used it to rebuild the iron skeletons, and he could only say ... luxury!

青 Li Qingyang hurriedly returned to his room, picked up pen and ink, and started to design and transform sketches on rice paper.

The inner courtyard will be rebuilt, and the outer courtyard will be expanded.

This is a big project and must be conceived and planned carefully!

草图 After a night of design, the sketch was released.

The location of the main hall of the Iron-Bone School of the Waiwaiyuan was not moved, and it was still located in the northernmost part. The others were fully moved. The Yanwu Stadium was enlarged and more buildings were added.

The inner courtyard of the is not small, not only adding greenery, but also adding a lot of rooms, enough to accommodate thousands of disciples.

Of course, Li Qingyang also considered Liu Wanshi, and specifically divided the vegetable plot and the livestock pen.

With sufficient financial support, this time is definitely a radical transformation. Once completed, it will be a brand-new iron bone pie!

"Yes."

After reading the sketch, Jun Chang laughed very satisfied.

青 Li Qingyang pointed to a few blank areas on the pattern and said: "The disciples decided to build a box house here first. After the completion, everyone can move in first, and then carry out other area reconstructions, so there is no need to live in the outer courtyard."

Xi Jun often laughed: "Thoughtful."

I gave Li Qingyang the matter of rebuilding the martial arts, which also valued his prudent character.

Simply put, suitable for big housekeeper.

This is to divide the elder position. Elder Li Qingyang properly does not run away.

"Head, when will the conversion begin?"

"Three days later."

"Yes!"

青 Li Qingyang stepped down, Jun Chang smiled and touched his chin, and said, "When the martial arts reconstruction is completed, we will open the Shanmen Gate to recruit disciples, and as soon as possible 500 people will trigger the martial arts mission."

The Yemen school was promoted to the second level. He did not immediately recruit his disciples, but also hoped that this group of disciples would be strengthened first.

Uh ...

Ai Shang 睨 returned to Ai's house with ten first-treatment healers.

However, I was not in a hurry to auction, but was waiting for the news to spread and let more forces know.

Previously, the nine healing dans were sold for 850,000, and one million were bought from Jun Changxiao. Where did I buy ten? How to look at it?

然 Otherwise, otherwise.

Ai Shang 睨 has absolute confidence that the second auction will make the price of ten healing pills far exceed one million two.

If the businessman ca n’t stir up the elixir to a higher price, he wo n’t be worthy of the word “businessman”.

of course.

Ai Shangyu was also thinking, if healing Dan was passed on and shocked the door of the great forces, how could he use his excuses to explain it?

Uh ...

After three days.

A large number of artisans entered the Iron Skeleton School and began to expand from the inner courtyard first.

建造 Because it is built in another area, it does not affect the disciples' living and resting, but continues to cultivate as usual.

"Head."

On a certain day, Li Qingyang came to the newspaper: "Nine other disciples got through to the tenth pulse last night. Except for Master Xiao, Ye Shi, and Sister Liu, all the other disciples reached the tenth level of Kaimai."

"Nice, yes." Jun Chang smiled with satisfaction.

Calculate the time, the recruitment time of this group of disciples has just reached two months, from two or three to ten levels, the speed is still very good.

让 "Let them continue their efforts. Anyone who breaks through the martial arts will be given a cheat for" I cut "." Jun Chang laughed.

"Yes."

青 Li Qingyang retreated.

Xi Jun often got up and came to the training room with a smile.

Xiao Xiao is building his muscles in the room, and he has two hours left.

"Creak!"

Just at this moment, the door of another shaping room opened, Ye Xingchen, who was bruised and blushed, slipped out, and then panted with a big mouth.

家伙 Since the guy ’s room has collapsed, he has been practicing in the training room, no less than Xiao Sin.

Let's not even say that the progress that has been made is very great. The originally weak body was much stronger.

As for the realm, the breakthrough from Kaimai section to Kaimai section three, the burst of power has reached about 800 pounds.

Normally, according to Ye Xingchen's physical qualifications, it is good to hit 400 pounds. It is also the reason that Yi Jing Jing, Tai Xuan Zhen Jing, Shaping Room, and the first plastic body Dan are able to produce 400 more.

Xun Jun often laughs and can see that he has changed a lot during this time, so he laughs: "Do you still feel aggrieved by joining the Iron Skeleton?"

"..." Ye Xingchen was silent.

The former man, he must have been regretful to regenerate his emperor Wudi, and was forced to join the Ironbone faction. Now it is—yes, true incense.

"brush!"

Xun Jun often laughed into the molding room, and after two hours of molding, Xiao Xieji was swinging the test machine again and again, the power above kept changing.

Three thousand pounds.

3,200 catties ...

"嘭!"

The last punch came out, and the strength was fixed at five thousand pounds.

I have no clue. It is incredible that the physical training alone will bring the power to the level of the third-grade warrior.

I just, Xiao Xinji didn't rejoice in the slightest, but dropped his arms in frustration.

Xi Jun often laughed and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Head, I ..." Xiao sin paused, bitterly: "Cultivation during this time, the physical body has reached its limit, it is difficult to make a big improvement."

Xun Jun often laughed: "The real strength of a warrior is not only physical, but also many aspects, such as weapons and equipment."

"Come with this seat."

He brought Xiao Xie to Houshan, called out the QBU-88 sniper rifle and put it on the ground, and said, "Try to fire a shot."

"Can I?" Xiao Guiji said suddenly.

Xi Jun often laughed: "If your physical body can control ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ this sniper rifle is yours."

The system reminded: "Although a disciple can use a sniper rifle, only the host can trigger the magic to change the function of the eight times scope."

"So fucking?" Jun Chang smiled and frowned.

他 In his thoughts, Xiao Sin could not open his veins and condense his spiritual power, so he was trained to be a sniper. After all, he is physically strong and should be able to withstand recoil.

Now it ’s better. The eighth-time lock, self-sight, and perspective functions of the magic change cannot be triggered by the disciple. How can he let him do everything?

"Hoo!"

Xiao Xiao had a sigh of relief, walked to the 88-type sniper rifle, and obviously had to try.

Xun Jun often laughed and instructed him on his rifle, rifle, and close to the eightfold realm, and explained range, rate of fire, and wind speed for him, and said, "Did you understand?"

"understood."

"A few hundred feet in front of that little stone, broken."

During the conversation, Jun Chang laughed away from the distance, for fear that the recoil caused by the shooting could implicate himself.

"Brush!" Xiao Xie had fallen down, held the gun with one hand, the end of the handle against the shoulder, one eye leaned against the lens, and after a few proofreadings, he immediately pulled the trigger.

"嘭 ————"

The muzzle spit fire, like a streamer's streamer blasting away, hitting a small stone more than 500 meters with precision, and shattering it.

"So accurate?"

Xi Jun often laughed and widened his eyes.

When he retracted his gaze and looked at Xiao Xinji, he found that the gun was in, and the dirt on the tripod was hollow, but the guy disappeared out of thin air!

"where is the guy?"

"The palm ... the palm ..." On the tree more than ten meters behind him, Xiao Xin had collapsed on it, spraying white foam in his mouth, and said weakly: "Brother ... disciple is here ..."