Chapter 63： isolated (1/2)
Jiang Chen shook his head, not focusing on his heart, and walked towards the center of the Xuanji Hall.
There is a large pillar with a dragon in it, which is lifelike, especially the longan is two gems, and the light emitted makes people have the illusion of being gazed.
The eight-sided stone monument is erected next to the pillars, with small lines on it. It is not carved on the stone surface, nor is it written on it, like some kind of light energy condenses.
Jiang Chen took a closer look, and the tasks above were one by one.
After someone completes the task, the text on the stele disappears automatically.
Each line of text includes the details of the mission and the contribution value of the reward. It also indicates the degree of danger and warns disciples who are too low to act rashly.
Jiang Chen saw at a glance that the difficulty of the task was graded.
Normal, adventurous, difficult, king, nightmare.
Ordinary mission contribution rewards are several hundred, rarely thousands.
Thousands of contributions are made for adventure and difficult tasks. The king is tens of thousands of difficulty, and nightmare-level tasks can have hundreds of thousands at most.
Different levels have different requirements for the realm. For example, the nightmare level must have the ability to swim in the realm to complete.
”What mission are you planning to claim?”
A familiar voice came from his ear. Jiang Chen looked around and found that it was smelling his heart.
This woman seemed to be unaware of the atmosphere of the Xuanji Hall, and she came to Jiang Chen very often, and Meimu circulated on the stone tablet.
”Look, take your time, anyway, for two years.”
What Jiang Chen thought of, curiously said, ”As the county owner, you don't need to earn contribution value in this way, right? Spend the money directly and promote the inner disciples.”
”One million purple gold can cultivate a talented person into a divine realm.” Wen Xin squinted at him, revealing a large number of eyes, although only a moment, but very sexy.
Jiang Chen nodded. With a million yuan of capital, Jiangfu went bankrupt and failed to sell the industry.
”The contribution value cannot be converted into purple gold, and the martial art is really a chicken thief.” Jiang Chen laughed.
”But the miracle or the magic weapon that the contribution value is converted into can be sold for money.” Wen Xin said.
During the conversation, Meng Hao hurriedly broke into the mysterious palace, came to Jiang Chen, and quickly said, ”Jiang Chen, no one I want to take away the bamboo I cut.”
”How?” Jiang Chen vaguely guessed.
”People with inner disciples outside the bamboo forest bought it. As a result, I took the cut bamboo up and refused.”
”Isn't it possible to give martial arts?”
”Sectarian elders say my bamboo is bad.” Meng Hao gasped.
Jiang Chen glanced at the disciples who were far away, took a deep breath, and secretly said, ”I don't want me to survive.”
”Is there something wrong? I have some contribution, I can borrow you temporarily.” Wen Xin said.
Jiang Chen did not refuse, otherwise he would not be able to eat even today.
At this moment, three or four people walked into the hall of Xuanji Hall to see the clothes on the body. They were disciples inside, and the man led by them attracted many people's eyes.
”It's Brother Zheng!”
Someone exclaimed, exposing worship.
This Brother Zheng did not respond to them, his fortitude face was expressionless, and he went straight to Jiang Chen.
However, he only glanced at Jiang Chen, his eyes fell on Wen Xin.
”Master Wenxin County, don't approach this person.”
When he said that, he pointed at Jiang Chen.
Suddenly, many disciples in Xuanji Palace showed their gloating expressions, which seemed to have been expected.
Jiang Chen passed the trial of Tiandao Gate ten days ago, and the news of beheading Ning Ping and Zhang Shichao soon spread.
In these ten days, Jiang Chen may have done nothing in Hongfu.
However, Ning Haotian had already arranged everything, waiting for Jiang Chen's arrival.
”Are you ordering me?” Liu Xin's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and it took a while to understand what this meant.
”I'm doing good for you,” Brother Zheng said.
”He wants to teach me Kendo. I don't approach him. Who teaches me? Are you coming?” Wen Xin's distinctive personality was perfectly revealed at this time.