"Now no one cares about my magic weapon. After the competition, I want to make my magic weapon, no matter how high the price, someone is eager to own it!"

Wang Baole showed a ruthless look in his eyes, and he was forced to get too anxious. The feeling of empty pockets made him feel very uncomfortable, just as if a person who has always been big-handed and big-handed suddenly became a pauper after he got used to the luxurious life.

This feeling forced Wang Baole to think about how to sell the magic weapon. After taking a thigh, he took a deep breath and stood up, walked around the cave for a few times. His thoughts were obvious. After deducing his plan in his mind, he paused when he thought there was no problem.

"That's it!" Wang Baole gritted his teeth and immediately took out the voice transmission ring to contact Zhuo Yifan.

"Yifan, I heard that the Zhanwu Pavilion Competition, how are you preparing? Do you need me to be the auxiliary war? Once I take action, haha, you must... huh? Have you found the auxiliary war?"

Zhuo Yifan was very embarrassed. In fact, he originally wanted to find Wang Baole, but he was worried that he would be rejected by Wang Baole. So after hesitating, he did not invite him, but instead looked for someone else.

After Wang Baole expressed his understanding, he put down the voice transmission ring, took a deep breath, and was not discouraged. He planned to do a big vote this time. Since the magic weapon here has no reputation and no brand, then go and create it!

The best way to create is to shock everyone under the gaze of attention, and shocked that there are such incredible magic weapons in this world, so that while remembering them deeply, they also want to obtain them.

Simply put, it is publicity!

As for the promotional area, Wang Baole has also thought about it, that is, this Battle Wu Pavilion Competition, there is no place to catch up with the attention of this competition. Wang Baole thought that with the help of the competition, he would definitely make his magic weapon form a powerful brand effect!

After all, this battle of Wu Pavilion was watched by the entire Shangyuan Island, and the number of people watching it will definitely be huge. In this way, as long as it can shine in the competition, it will inevitably cause a sensation in all directions, thus making a famous mark in one fell swoop!

In fact, not only Wang Baole realized this propaganda method, but there are some people in other pavilions. Although they are not talented, they also have unique features in some fields. For them, the money and things in front of them are nothing, and fame is the most important. Therefore, the annual Battle of the Wu Pavilion is when they create fame.

They will selectively sponsor some disciples of the Zhanwu Pavilion, give them the magic weapons or elixirs, array patterns and other objects they have refined, and put forward some requirements. The ultimate goal is to use the big competition to promote the value of the things they have refined.

The disciples of Zhanwu Pavilion naturally agreed to this kind of mutual benefit, and the Taoist court would not care about it. Therefore, in the Battlewu Pavilion competition, you can see a lot of new elixirs, magic weapons and formation objects.

However, Wang Baole's idea is still a bit different from them. In order to adjust the ever-changing situation in the competition at any time just in case and ensure that his brand promotion is foolproof this time, Wang Baole plans to participate in the battle himself!

In this way, he can adjust at any time according to the battle situation, so that even if his plan is deviated, he can immediately reverse it and promote the magic weapon to the greatest extent.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole was excited and took the voice transmission ring to figure out who to choose.

"If Zhuo Yifan doesn't work, Chen Ziheng can do it too!" Thinking of this, Wang Baole quickly sent a message to Chen Ziheng, but soon Chen Ziheng had a supporter.

This made Wang Baole depressed.

In fact, Chen Ziheng is like Zhuo Yifan. It’s not that he had thought of inviting Wang Baole to help the battle, but Wang Baole has gone too high in the hearts of these people. Chen Ziheng is also a proud and arrogant person. He is also worried that the invitation will be rejected, so he didn’t speak up.

Wang Baole was a little anxious, so he quickly contacted all the disciples of Zhanwu Pavilion whom he was familiar with, and was shocked. It was because Wang Baole had contacted him too late. Now that the day of the competition is approaching, almost everyone has already decided on the auxiliary warrior.

Seeing this, Wang Baole was unwilling to give up, so he logged into Lingwang. He remembered that he had seen someone posting a message on it, recruiting auxiliary warriors.

Finally, with his hard work and careful search, he found a disciple of Zhanwu Pavilion who gave the price extremely stingy and his tone was even more disdainful.

"I'm practicing and preparing for the competition now. I don't have time to see you. I don't want to know your identity. You don't need to know my identity. Then we will meet again in the assessment place, and you don't need to prepare anything. You are just a person who makes up the numbers. In fact, if it weren't for this damn rule, I don't want to embarrass the Taoist court to match it, otherwise I wouldn't need any assistance at all!"

After Wang Baole contacted the other party, the other party sent such a passage directly, as if he was too lazy to even speak. After reading it, Wang Baole felt that the other party should have been kicked in the crotch, so his words were sarcastic. If it weren't for the fact that no one had to choose, he would have planned to change people.

However, the competition is coming, and basically normal people have found the assistant. If they are not found, they either have problems like this person who was kicked in the crotch, or they plan to wait for the Taoist court to automatically match one.

"Who is so cruel to kick this guy so badly, and he is so rude to speak!" Wang Baole snorted, but there was no way, so he could only choose this person.

He thought that since the other party was so arrogant and did not need to assist him, he would concentrate on promoting the magic weapon. The only thing that gave him a headache was that if the other party did not cooperate, he would most likely not use his magic weapon.

"Be prepared for both hands!" Wang Baole took a deep breath, feeling more and more that the mysterious man in Zhanwu Pavilion had something wrong. However, since this was the case, he could only take out all the magic weapons from his storage bracelet and start researching the plan.

Although he had no spirit stones, there were still some materials, so he also adjusted the magic weapon based on the plan he planned. For example, he felt that he was very likely to encounter a ferocious beast in the Beast Control Pavilion, so he changed the rope magic weapon into a mouth cover, and even bought some mist powder on Ling.com and put it in it.

There are other targeted magic weapons like this, especially a magic weapon called Feishuang Sword, which is Wang Baole's main product this time.

In Wang Baole's preparation, time passed. The day before the day of the competition came, the last island on Qingmu Lake in Piaomiao Taoist Courtyard, Tianxing Island, was like a foggy formation. At this moment, it was rolling silently. You could see seven or eight figures inside, walking out of the air. As they walked out of the formation of Tianxing Island, the formation slowly divided into a huge road.

Except for the middle-aged man in the middle, the rest were old men, each with an unfathomable spirit and extremely good cultivation. But compared with them, the middle-aged man in a red robe in the middle was like a sharp sword, as if he could penetrate a hurricane once it broke out.

They stood there, headed by middle-aged people, looking up at... three huge black airships gradually approaching in the sky!

As the airship fell, we could see a lot of dry blood on the outside of the airship. It was obviously the blood of the ferocious birds killed by the people inside the airship on the way. There were hundreds of people standing around the deck of the airship. They were wearing uniform uniforms, expressionless faces, and full of solemnity, which was definitely unusual. It was obvious that they fought with ferocious beasts all year round and were tempered by life and death again and again.

These three airships come from the federal military!

And the people above are... soldiers stationed at the federal border!

At this moment, on the airship in the middle, at the bow of the boat, there was a middle-aged man standing. The man was burly in his body, with a black cloak on his shoulders, and a uniform full of medals was worn inside. There was obviously an unrecoverable scar on his face, which seemed to be divided into two halves. He stood there like a mountain, and an extremely powerful aura continued to spread from him, as if it was comparable to the middle-aged man in the red robe of Piaomiao Taoist Court.

"Zhou Lu, is the fat man you are talking about here?" The big man moved his eyes away from the middle-aged man in red robe outside Tianxing Island, looked at the Upper Courtyard Island, and spoke lightly at the orderly woman following him.
Chapter completed!