I level up in the game I level up in the game

Chapter 220

After giving advice to Zhao Longxiang, Night Wind picked up the bow and arrow and went to the shooting range again to start training.

Busy until noon.

After resting, the night breeze opened the mobile phone, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

I didn't look at it for a few hours, and the credits went up by more than 20 years!

It seems that the sand table model I made is very popular.

After lunch, Night Breeze decided to go to the sand table room to take a look.

As a result, as soon as I entered the second floor, before I entered, I saw dozens of people surrounding the sand table room No. 007.

Even from the outside.

Night Wind walked over curiously and found that an acquaintance had actually been found in the crowd.

A table moved from nowhere in a corner outside the room.

What is busy with a person in front of a laptop.

Zhang Ding, who was dressed in a suit next to him, shouted loudly: "There is still one minute to close, if you want to bet, hurry up and bet

!"

"I'll come to Boda, five credits, success!"

"Yes, isn't your ratio a little low, and you won't earn much if you win." Several

students around gritted their teeth and placed bets, and the scene was very lively.

A voice came from his ears in his busy voice: "Senior, what is the ratio of the gambling game now?" "

At present, the successful killing of the wooden shaman 1:2.3, the 1:1.2 without killing, the one who is about to challenge is the junior... Night Wind!!"

heard someone ask, Zhang Ding subconsciously replied.

However, when he turned his head and saw the night breeze, he was full of tremors.

Night Breeze showed a bright smile: "Senior, meet again."

Zhang Ding nodded with a stiff expression, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Junior brother came early."

"Not early, not early, I've been watching you for a while." Ye Feng smiled lightly, and then said, "Senior, how are you doing this income?"

What is not profitable, is to come and make a scene. Zhang Ding hit haha.

Night Wind's eyes gradually became dangerous: "Senior, it's not interesting to chat like this." Seeing

this, Zhang Ding was a little panicked, and he had seen this expression of the night wind before.

At that time, he was forced to sell 400 credits.

In the Star Hall, the market price of one credit can be exchanged for 30,000 yuan, and it is possible to meet 40,000 local tyrants who encounter credits.

As a result, he sold it for 25,000, a full loss of one-sixth.

Zhang Ding's tone was slightly sad: "Junior brother really doesn't have much this time, you can also see that there are so many people here," "

This kind of multiplier fluctuates up and down and basically can't earn any credits when closing, we will receive a 10% commission, which is really not much." Night

Wind had no doubts about what Zhang Ding said this time.

After all, the volume here is here, and it is not bad to earn dozens of credits a busy day.

It seems that the leeks were just cut last time, and they haven't grown well yet.

"Senior, it seems that you don't have the principal, or should I lend you some?" Zhang

Ding's head immediately shook into a rattle: "No need, no need, I can earn it slowly." "

With 10% interest a month, vampires don't dare to play like that.

If you borrow this guy's credits, you will have to work part-time to pay off debts in this life.

Night Wind is a pity, this time he really did not intend to ask for such interest.

He just wants to promote the growth of leeks, no, to fund the entrepreneurship of seniors.

Seeing that the other party does not want the night wind, he will not force it: "Since this is the case, then forget it, what should you do."

Zhang Ding was stunned, and looked at the night wind suspiciously: "You don't interfere in our affairs?" "Don't interfere

, you continue, you open a casino here to promote my sandbox challenge, this time we win-win." Hearing

this Zhang Ding sigh of relief, he originally thought that if the night wind came to find fault, he would give him 20% of the dividend.

I didn't expect that this guy actually had a kind side.

That is because I thought too badly about this night wind before, he still has a trace of conscience in his heart?

With the popularity here, this guy seems to have no regard for them.

"Junior brother, how good it is that you are like this, since this is the case, we will cooperate for a win-win situation!" Yefeng

smiled and nodded: "No problem, there will be opportunities for us to cooperate in the future." He

said that the night wind was about to go in, but after walking two steps and seeing the staff member behind the computer, he suddenly paused.

Ye Feng's eyes were a little strange, and he turned around and asked: "Senior, do you know the one who works?" "

You said Zhang Jun? Yes, that's my cousin, he is a newcomer in the same class as you, what's wrong?" asked Zhang Ding.

The night wind suddenly said: "Zhang Jun, Zhang Ding, it turns out that you are a family, no wonder you are so similar."

Zhang Ding looked at the back of the night breeze entering the sand table room, and for some reason his heart was a little panicked.

......

More than 30 students gathered in the sand table room No. 007.

Except for a few waiting in line, everyone else gathered around the sand table.

At this moment, a junior senior is controlling the puppet to fight the three minotaurs.

Behind him were already the corpses of six one-star minotaurs.

After three minutes of fighting, the puppet finally saw that the three one-star minotaurs were all killed.

However, when he manipulated the puppet and tried to continue, the electricity around the latter's Mjolnir began to chop.

"Damn, the mental power is exhausted. The trainee cursed secretly, obviously he had already solved more than half of the enemy.

It only takes a small part to seduce out before he has the confidence to kill the wood shaman head-on.

"Okay, you're out of drama, give me back." A trainee in the back urged.

A student on the side added: "Someone tested it in the morning, the mental power of the puppets in this model will weaken over time, and there is no such thing as restoring mental power." "

Compared to the speed-running style on the first day, many students today began to change their minds and try to consume a little bit.

For most of the trainees, they have not yet graduated, let alone formed their own brigade to explore the secret realm.

What they learn is just experience, just books.

In other words, they are all theoretical.

It takes a long process to move from theory to practice.

As little as one or two years or more than a lifetime, they

initially did this task simply to earn credits.

But as they approached the sandbox and failed several times, they gradually put away their initial arrogance.

Now they are no longer doing tasks to earn credits, but want to break through or prove themselves.

Night Wind looked at it for a while and nodded, this is what scholar research looks like.

After copying the video from last night and morning, Night Breeze is ready to go back and study it.

Just about to go out, an acquaintance appeared in front of Night Breeze.

At this moment, Ma Wei's hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have not slept all night.

"Hey, it's Senior Ma Wei, is something wrong?" asked Nightwind.

Ma Wei was a little annoyed and said, "Junior, it's too troublesome to queue up here, can you sell this sand table to the Star Hall."

"I want to download this model and study it slowly." Night

Wind blinked, remembering that Ma Wei had mentioned it to him yesterday.

It seems that the model can be sold to the academy after it is manufactured.

"Wait a minute. Night

Wind said and investigated the sand table model recycling information of the Star Hall.

There are two types of sand table model recycling.

The first is to let the system evaluate and wholly acquire.

As for the price, it depends on the difficulty of the model itself.

As few as a few credits, as many as tens or even thousands of credits.

I think Ma Wei and some of the side professions of sandbox analysts specialize in this.

The second is to divide, sell the model to the academy, and you yourself set the required credits to download the model.

The college takes one credit at a time, and the rest is your own.

Prices range from 1.2 credits to 20 credits.

Night Wind is very familiar with these two charging methods.

Star Hall directly operates this as a business model.

Isn't the so-called sandbox model similar to a strategy game copy!

At this moment, a bold idea gradually began to brew in Night Breeze's mind.

A moment later, Ye Feng looked at Ma Wei sharply: "Senior, I have a few big deals here!"