I pick up trash in the heavens and worlds

Su Ping let out a low snort, and began to use Xiaojing.

The prisoner was covered by Su Ping's big hand, resisting the urge to retreat, and knelt tremblingly on the ground.

The next moment, Su Ping's body was full of qi and blood, and the source energy surged, but it didn't explode on the prisoners, but poured into the small realm!

At this moment, without a sound, the prisoner disappeared out of thin air!

"what!"

Suddenly someone screamed and backed away!

Even the ferocious-looking prisoners beside them couldn't help but widen their eyes and look terrified!

A living person just disappeared out of thin air!

Even though they are used to seeing life and death and are no longer afraid, they can't help being frightened at this moment!

The unknown is the scariest thing!

But Su Ping didn't have time to take care of them.

"Do you really need source energy..."

Su Ping murmured in his heart and fell into deep thought.

Xiaojing can teleport others, but it needs source energy!

This is the same as his previous guess, in addition to containing some dead objects, as long as the function of Xiaojing is used, it needs to consume source energy.

Just like entering the world of iron armor before, it's like walking in the starry sky.

But what he didn't expect was that so many would be needed!

Taking that prisoner into Xiaojing just now directly consumed nearly a hundred of his spirit stones!

You know, this is just a third-rank martial artist!

Thinking of this, Su Ping waved his hand, and the prisoner appeared again, and he felt a little relieved, this time he didn't consume any more energy.

Su Ping looked at him, and said coldly: "How did you feel just now?"

After the prisoner reappeared, Wei Wei was in a daze for a moment. Hearing Su Ping's question, he murmured subconsciously: "It's so dark... I can't see anything, I... Am I dead?"

Su Ping frowned slightly, and walked to another prisoner again, covering him with his big hands.

The next moment, the second-rank warrior disappeared.

Su Ping didn't stop, and took in an ordinary person, a first-rank person, and a fourth-rank prisoner in turn. His face changed when he took the fifth-rank prisoner.

Made!

[-] sheets!

Taking in a fifth-rank warrior instantly consumed his ten thousand spirit stones!

"Gold-swallowing beast!"

Su Ping murmured...

After feeling it for a while, Wei Wei made a judgment in her heart.

Taking in ordinary people consumes negligible energy.

A first-rank martial artist consumes almost the amount of a spirit stone.

It can go up and double directly.

The second product is ten pieces.

Three grades and one hundred pieces.

Up to the fifth grade, ten thousand pieces were directly consumed!

At this moment, Su Ping's brows were frowned, five ranks of ten thousand pieces, what about six ranks?

One hundred thousand pieces! ?

Seventh grade million pieces! ?

Then the scene where I lead an army of aliens to the earth, is it about to be shattered?

PS: There are [-] chapters. In fact, there is no special feeling, but when writing the chapter number, it becomes three digits, and it is easier to make mistakes hahahaha!

Thank you brothers and sisters for your company~ Dashu gave back with good writing, hehehe~

I hope that there will be more and more brothers and sisters, and we will rush to Qianzhangya together~~~

?(°?‵?′??) I love you~~

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PS: There are [-] chapters. In fact, there is no special feeling, but when writing the chapter number, it becomes three digits, and it is easier to make mistakes hahahaha!Let's thank the brothers and sisters for their company~ Dashu will give back with good words, hehehe~ I hope that there will be more and more brothers and sisters, and we will rush to Qianzhangya together~~~? (°?‵?′??) love you~ ~

Chapter 102 Can't afford it?

A third-rank martial artist spent a hundred spirit stones to bring them to Earth, which was actually a bit of a loss.

After all, a hundred spirit stones can produce two third-grade spirit stones.

As for bringing the fourth grade, it is a blood loss!

1000 to 1999 calories of Qi and blood are the fourth grade.

Not counting the consumption, only [-] spirit stones can produce a fourth-rank martial artist.

But Xiaojing needs a thousand spirit stones to accommodate a fourth-rank one.

However, it cannot be completely calculated like this. After all, if the warriors smashed out of spirit stones do not have a lot of resources to support them, they will basically stop at the fourth rank in their lifetime.

If you want to step into the fifth rank, it is ten times and a hundred times more difficult than others!

At the beginning, it was because of chance that Su Ping enjoyed Huaguo's most advanced equipment and resources, and then he stepped into the fifth rank.

Otherwise, he would regret it now.

Thinking in his heart, Su Ping was not idle, took out a long knife, and beheaded all the prisoners.

These people have committed countless crimes, and he didn't hesitate to kill them.

"The plan is about to change..."

Su Ping put away the long knife and walked out of the dungeon with a murmur.

......

noon.

Side hall.

Just after the ceremony, Qian Kuo found Su Ping.

In the hall, Su Ping was drinking tea leisurely, when he saw Qian Kuo rushed in in a hurry, sat down on the opposite side, poured a cup of tea on his own, and drank it all in one gulp, regardless of burning his mouth.

Su Ping looked funny, but he wasn't afraid that he would be scalded. It would be a joke for a sixth-rank warrior to be scalded by tea.

Qian Kuo put down his teacup, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, and said angrily, "Pedantry! I don't know how to work around it!"

After cursing a few words, he said unhappily again: "The City Lord's Mansion takes the lead in establishing a new business district in Dahuang. What a great opportunity. Instead of seizing the opportunity, these people have been criticizing the mere [-]% of the tax!"

Qian Kuo was very annoyed at the moment. What he promulgated later was mainly business regulations, but it was not as smooth as Su Ping's, and he responded to everyone.

After all, business regulations touch the vital interests of everyone, so naturally there are countless opinions.

As for why Su Ping was not allowed to promulgate... According to Su Ping, he, the city lord, is a wise lord who loves the people like a son and is sympathetic to the city people. How can he be stained!

So, let Qian Kuo do it for him.

At this time, Su Ping smiled and said softly: "It's a big deal, if it's a big deal, we should be more tolerant to our own citizens, and if it's more than [-]%, then reduce it."

As he said that, he poured tea for Qian Kuo, and suddenly said seriously: "However, we must firmly hold on to the things produced in the wilderness!"

"Things from the Great Wilderness flow out. In the city, they can trade whatever they want, and we don't care."

"But if you want to trade outside, no!"

Qian Kuo took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Of course I understand this, but now those pioneer warriors have a lot of opinions, and I'm worried that there will be trouble."

"trouble?"

Su Ping glanced at him, and said lightly: "What could go wrong? Aren't they just afraid of making less money?"

"This is not easy. Tomorrow, the City Lord's Mansion will start buying all kinds of treasures from the Great Wilderness, and we will not owe them anything."

"In this way, those pioneers can't lose money, and we can't lose money."

Speaking of this, the corner of Su Ping's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "We monopolize the things in Dahuang, and if the outside world wants to get them, they can only buy them from us. At that time, the price will not be at our disposal."

"That's what I said, but..."

Qian Kuo said with a bitter face, and continued: "But we have no money."

Su Ping froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Didn't I sell some of the magical soldiers I gave you? How come there is no money?"

Qian Kuo sat up straight, pulled Su Ping and began to calculate: "Our City Lord's Mansion now has thousands of people to support, not counting the lower third rank, just the middle rank."

"Among them, the fourth-rank warriors are the most, nearly 300 people. The monthly salary of the fourth-rank is one spirit stone, which is three hundred per month."

"64 people in the fifth rank, with a monthly salary of ten spirit stones, 640 spirit stones per month."

"Four people of the sixth grade, with a monthly salary of fifty spirit stones, this is nothing, only two hundred spirit stones."

Su Ping's face was a little dull, but Qian Kuo didn't care, and was still talking to himself.

"In this way, the monthly salary paid by the City Lord's Mansion alone is about [-] spirit stones."

"Besides, after today's grand ceremony, the city lord's mansion was almost broken through, and a large number of warriors came to seek refuge."

Su Ping was still sluggish, and after a while he said in a daze, "So much monthly salary?"

He was really a little surprised. He didn't take care of these things much on weekdays, and left them to Qian Kuo to take care of them.

Now he seriously doubts whether this old boy Qian Kuo has filled his own pocket!

At this moment, Qian Kuo looked at Su Ping suspiciously, and said in surprise, "Didn't you say that we should be [-]% higher than the old Star City?"

"The monthly salary in the old Star City was so high!?"

Su Ping froze, Qian Kuo nodded.

At this time, Su Ping suddenly seemed to think of something, and said strangely: "We have four sixth grades in the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Zhuo Feng Zhuo Yu, who else?"

Qian Kuo coughed twice, and said with a dry smile, "My second uncle!"

"Your second uncle also gets a monthly salary?"

"Old Su, what do you mean!"

Qian Kuo stared and said, "You look down on my second uncle!?"

Su Ping waved his hand, and said helplessly: "Slip of the tongue, is there another one?"

"me!"

Qian Kuo looked at him as he should, tilted his head and said, "I'm also a sixth grade!"

Su Ping's eyelids twitched wildly: "You also get a monthly salary!?"

"nonsense!"

As soon as Qian Kuo finished speaking, bang!

"what!"

"Su Ping!"

"..."

Half an hour later, the two sat back at the tea table again.

Su Ping stared at Qian Kuo and rubbed his arm gently.

Qian Kuo's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, with a resentful expression on his face!