Gao Wu Arrives

Lin Feng didn't know whether they would be easily overwhelmed. But whether they lack resources, Lin Feng can say with certainty that they are lacking.

And it's scarce.

Although these monster races are core seeds, they are cultivated as successors and mainstays. However, one thing to know is that in such a big power, talents are not the rarest, and the rarest is non-renewable resources.

What are non-renewable resources?

There is no way to produce it on its own. It takes a lot of luck to get it.

Are there such resources?

Of course there are, such as magical medicine, such as magical gold.

"I want to take out the gold to win over the people, do you think it is feasible?" Lin Feng asked Di Xu after meditation.

Di Xu's face was shaken, and he said in surprise: "What, are you crazy?"

But he calmed down quickly, carefully considering the situation of his friend and the reason for doing so, he was a little uncertain: "How much are you going to take out? The less you take may not be useful, the more you take... ."

Sheng Mien, fight Mien.

Giving too much can easily arouse people's contempt.

Charity, in the impression of ordinary people, may be a very simple thing. It seems that if you give someone something, others will thank him, thank him, and accept his affection from the heart.

However, this is not the case.

Charity has never been a simple matter. Need to know that desires are hard to fill, and need to know that people's hearts are unpredictable!

People who can do good graces to perfection, are just the right ones.

And if they can be punished with a degree of punishment, then such a person has already separated from the masses, is a hero, and even an extremely wise monarch.

Lin Feng's brain is running at a high speed.

In the past, he didn't think about using tactics to conspire and conspiracy—he was cultivated as a warrior since he was a child.

But with more and more things experienced, and many times, it can be said that he was carrying the life and death of the Yanhuang people to do things, so that he had to grow up and had to think accordingly.

"How about a million catties?" Lin Feng asked.

Calculated according to the concept of one hundred thousand catties of a handed down sage soldier, a million catties of gold is equivalent to ten handed down sage soldiers.

As soon as this remark came out, Di Xu was shocked and speechless.

Divine gold is hard to find. To put it bluntly, most of the holiest, the holy soldiers in their hands are only mixed with a little bit of divine gold. !

The current embarrassing situation is that there are almost ten most holies in the world, and there is only one **** gold that can create a handed down holy soldier, and this ratio is even more exaggerated.

This is not only the case in the Taiyi realm, but also in all other realms.

And as time goes by, the **** gold in various places is constantly being excavated, becoming more and more scarce, making the **** gold more and more precious and scarce, can be found, completely look at the face.

At the moment, many of the most holy soldiers in the Blue Star have handed down sage soldiers. It seems that the handed down sage soldiers are already rotten on the street and worthless.

But this is not the case. Almost all of those handed down saints were not made by themselves, but they were left behind after the death of their ancestors!

And it is certain that if these people die accidentally, the Saints will be lost. Then the most holy mobilized from the rear will never hold holy soldiers in his hands. Because the rest will be passed on in the sect, it is impossible to lose all of them.

"You are so proud!" After a long while, Di Xu recovered and had to be amazed by his friend's generous work.

These are ten saints handed down from generation to generation, his Southern Demon Court has inherited from the ages, and he can't produce so many.

"The situation is like this, I'm afraid it won't work if I don't pay the money." Lin Feng's eyes were faint.

He is not a miser. He guards the piles of golden mountains without spending. He is killed and his wealth belongs to the enemy. Isn't it a joke? He admired Li Taibai's poems even more, and the daughter will come back again after she is gone! Precious things, their value manifestation lies in the moment they are used out. If it's just left and can't be used effectively, it's just a bunch of numbers.

"You tell me the truth, how much gold does the Funiu Mountains have now?" Di Xu squinted over.

Lin Feng smiled without saying a word, only stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Hi..." Di Xu's eyes widened suddenly, and he took a breath of cold air.