"auction?"

"auction!"

Everyone looked at Haoren speechlessly. It turned out that this guy was the biggest profiteer. Of course, it was not as profitable as the bidding and auctioning at low prices. But the problem was that where did the people in front of them who couldn't even get all black iron equipment to get so much money to bid for bronze equipment?

"I knew I wouldn't buy black iron equipment just now." Someone complained indignantly.

But Haoren's bidding target was not the people in front of him at all. He pushed the crowd away, took two steps towards the center of the street, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Bronze equipment is starting to be auctioned! Various bronze weapons, equipment and rings, what do you want!"

The people who watched the black iron equipment before accounted for about 70% or 80% of the people on the street, and the remaining people did not come to join in the fun.

Although the end of the world has only been a few days, the gap in strength has gradually emerged. Those with strong abilities have obtained more and better equipment by constantly fighting dungeons and killing rare monsters, and their strength has been further improved.

This is like snowballing. The better the equipment, the faster the strength will increase. This group of people is only a small number of people. They no longer need black iron equipment. Their target is bronze or even silver-level equipment, so that they can further try those 10-person dungeons, or even 15-person dungeons.

When Haoren mentioned the bronze ring, the people wandering on the street immediately turned their heads and surrounded them curiously from all directions. Even Sergeant Wang, who was patrolling the street, couldn't help but walk over after hearing the shouts.

"Do you have a bronze ring? This is a rare thing!"

"It's not just rare! I haven't seen a bronze-level ring so far!"

"I have hit several of the five dungeons, and only one bronze ring was released!"

These people are considered elite groups in the town, and they complain about the drop rate of ring tricks. When they heard that they had cleared many copies of the five people, it was no wonder that Haoren did not see any signs of the formation of the dungeon along the way.

"I only have two bronze rings, one with agility and physique, the base price is 4,000. Let's start bidding, the higher the price will be!"

"Can you talk about the attributes of another ring first?" someone shouted.

Haoren nodded and raised a red ring: "This one is power-up, with a skill split attack, causing 20% ​​damage to enemies within a meter range."

The crowd suddenly became turbulent, and the eyes looked at the ring were full of desire. The equipment with the splitting effect was too rare, which was equivalent to giving melee the ability to range damage.

Not to mention others, even Haoren himself was quite moved. When he hit the ring, he even tried it on, but he received a prompt that he could not equip more rings.

Yes, although people have ten fingers, only two can actually produce effects, one ring on their left and right hands. Even if the extra ring is brought up, it will not have any effect.

Haoren's current two rings are the dizzy ring and the silver-level spider silk ring, which are of great help to him and he doesn't plan to replace them for the time being.

"5000 Doomsday Coin." Before Haoren could report the lowest price, someone offered the price.

“5500.”

“6000.”

“6550.”

...

The price has risen all the way to 8,000 Doomsday coins, and fewer people have bid. The wealth of these people is beyond Haoren's expectations. It seems that the benefits of the dungeon are completely different from those of ordinary monsters.

"9000 Doomsday Coin plus a bronze-level skill stone, but the premise is that you must add two bronze equipment for free." As a man spoke, the bidding ended, and the higher the price would have exceeded the value of the ring itself.

"What skill stone?"

"The bronze skill has a power that breaks through Qianjun, and the use requirement is a sword profession. It should be no problem to learn this skill when you hold a sword." The man who spoke with a big axe on his back was obviously unable to use his power that breaks through Qianjun.

"Trade!" Haoren agreed happily. The drop rate of skill stone is definitely not higher than that of rings. If you replace three bronze pieces with a bronze skill that suits him, this transaction will not be a loss.

The man chose two additional bronze handguards and helmets for warriors from Haoren and left with satisfaction.

Another bronze ring has no additional skills, and the final auction price is slightly lower, but it also has 7,000 Doomsday coins. The average price of other bronze equipment is around 4,000 to 5,000, and weapons are usually higher and can be sold for 6,000 Doomsday coins.

The bronze equipment has more than 60,000 Doomsday coins in the account, and the money from the black iron equipment is more than 120,000. Calculate the money from leveling up and fighting monsters before, Haoren's Doomsday coins have now exceeded 140,000.

"I really feel like getting rich overnight!" Haoren sighed slightly. Just a few days ago when he was at school, a group of them were still struggling with the skill money worth hundreds or thousands of end-of-day coins.

"Brave businessman!" Huo Ling stood beside her, sighing indignantly.

"You still buy the things from the profiteer?" Haoren chuckled and pointed at the blue staff in the girl's hand.

"No matter what, we have taken some advantage. Thank you brother today!" Huo Ming laughed and called him brother directly.

If the two bronze equipment they bought were based on the auction price of Haoren, they actually saved thousands of doomsday coins. For people like Huo Ming who are not well-off, this money is enough to make them grateful to Haoren. Of course, if they knew the total number of doomsday coins on Haoren, they would probably not think so...

"Are you new here?" As he spoke, Sheriff Wang suddenly came over and looked at Haoren with bright eyes carefully.

This policeman just spent more than 9,000 Doomsday coins to buy two bronze equipment in a row. Considering the strength of the hero profession, this money is nothing to him.

"Well, I just arrived from Linchuan University today." Haoren's tone was very calm. He was not afraid of this policeman who hated evil, nor was he afraid much.

"College student." Sheriff Wang's face relaxed, with a little affection in his eyes, and he nodded and praised: "Thank you for your contribution to the whole town today."

"Uh!" Haoren was stunned for a while and touched his head: "Have I done anything?"

Sheriff Wang said seriously: "Your batch of equipment has increased the strength level of the town by at least half, and it also means that the number of deaths will be reduced every day. These are all your credit! You are a good person!"

Haoren sneezes hard, rubs his head and smiles bitterly. Although his original intention is to focus on the tens of thousands of doomsday coins in the package,... well, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to be able to receive a good person card.

Huo Ling couldn't help but cover her mouth and snickered: "Sir Wang, you're really right. He is indeed a good person, the real Haoren!"

Chang Qing explained, and Sheriff Wang was a little embarrassed, and turned to a serious expression: "Anyway, thank you for those people!"

Haoren asked a little seriously: "Does people die here every day?"

Even Huo Ling, who was smiling, couldn't help but look dim. Sheriff Wang sighed: "Those who can be counted will die on average at least one hundred people every day. As for those who can't count, I don't know how many people are. They either die in leveling, die in dungeons, or are sneak attacked!"

When talking about the last type, Sheriff Wang had obvious anger on his face. He would not say that he died in the monster's mouth if he was not strong enough, but how unfair it would be to die in the hands of his similar people.

"Indeed, even if you are in a team to level up and down the dungeon, you have to worry about being stabbed behind you." Haoren was deeply touched, and he remembered the scum Ouyang Chuan.

Huo Ling raised her head proudly: "This kind of thing will never happen to our team."

Haoren smiled gently, Huo Ling was lucky. She had a father who loved him very much and a tutor who was willing to give was helping her to pursue a hero career. Otherwise, with her status as she had not changed her job so far, she would have died many times.

"Hao Ren! Are you willing to join my team?" Sheriff Wang asked solemnly: "I want to form a patrol team recently, to expand the scope of the patrol, and to prepare to open up 10-person dungeons near Zixia Mountain."

"Uh, I think there must be a more suitable candidate in the town than me." Haoren politely declined. He had no intention of playing large dungeons for the time being, but the five people could consider single-handedly.

"No! The people in the town are either too selfish and not enough to trust, or they are too weak!" Speaking of this, Sheriff Wang also seemed very angry: "This is a major issue related to the survival of the whole town, but few people are willing to put their hearts!"

"If the dungeon is destroyed, how should the equipment be divided?" Haoren asked more curiously.

"I will keep it to me for custody. Of course, I will not take it alone. Then the people in the town will be allocated according to their daily performance and strength. Only in this way can the maximum value of the equipment be displayed."

Haoren was slightly ashamed. He looked at Huo Ming and Changqing, but the two of them had expressions of "I had known this before" and even the simple Huo Ling kept smiling bitterly.

Even this girl knew that without sufficient benefits, it would be impossible to gather a group of capable people together to make dungeons.

Although his name is Haoren, it does not mean that he is so stupid that he works for others for nothing, and can only make a look of helplessness.

Sheriff Wang's face was a little gloomy. Maybe this man was really considering the safety of the whole town and wanted to let more people survive, but how many people could appreciate it in this completely chaotic end-of-day? Even those who were protected by him in the town were just surrendered to his heroic profession.

Looking at the back of Sheriff Wang leaving lonely, Huo Ming and others sighed.

"Stector Wang is still good. Before the end of the world came, he often helped the poor households in the town for free. Unfortunately, people are just too rigid." Chang Qing said helplessly.
Chapter completed!