Sell ​​jars from Hokage

Just when Shen Mo guessed the possible results of this level 4 jar battle.

Whitebeard seemed to have encountered something sad.

More than a hundred jars were not able to win the grand prize.

Although the probability of a blue rare level jar in the third level jar is one percent, Whitebeard's luck seems to have been good. Now I don't know what's wrong, so I can't win the jar.

One hundred two, one hundred three, one hundred eight

Having no grand prize for a long time, Whitebeard was a little overwhelmed.

Silence was about to comfort her.

Next jar.

Slight purple air floated out of the jar.

This is different from the big prize between them, Whitebeard suddenly didn't react.

But, the next moment.

Buzz

A dragon roar with an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes sounded in Whitebeard's mind. The dragon shape formed by purple air was much clearer than the previous blue dragon. The dragon's pupils, which were like substance, looked down at Whitebeard, as if after countless years, they had witnessed the changes of the world. Even Far, who had whitebeard's shoulders, couldn't help but shrink his neck and hid behind the whitebeard and shivered.

Whitebeard has already reacted.

This is an epic.

"Episode 1000" "Whitebeard's eyes widened, his expression full of shock, "Can epic be produced in the third-level jar?"

"There is such a possibility for fate, but most people have not been able to open an epic treasure from the third level jar until they have the qualifications to open a level four jar." Chen Silent said softly.

There is indeed a possibility that purple epic will appear in the third-level jar.

If the general items are sold for one fifth.

The blue prize is the actual selling price.

Then epic is the price of a level 3 jar that costs five times the price. In other words, this jar will lose money if you keep silent.

So he set a probability of one in two thousand.

The Whitebeard series was designed not long ago. It was just to meet the probability of one in two thousand, and one was placed in the third-level prize pool, and the remaining series were at most two or three.

This is the kind that belongs to the "probability that exists only in theory" that can be ignored when opening cans in normal times.

So.

This guy is the real European emperor.

This was the first time I saw someone digging an epic level from a level three jar, and only then did I open about nine hundred jars.

Whitebeard did not rush to laugh, but calmed down his excitement and looked at the treasure in the jar.

Silence already knows what this is.

After all, he only put one in this prize pool.

A lilac ball of light poured into the white-bearded body.

Information surged at the same time.

Name: Sect skill·One heart!

Effect: Where there are disciples of sects, the disciples can voluntarily transfer their attributes to a certain ratio, and one person is the heart of the whole people!

That's right, this is a terrifying skill that concentrates the power of disciples and creates a super strong man!

When designing silence, in order to avoid too much bug, a number of thresholds were designed. First, the range was set. Secondly, the attributes were not 100% transfer. According to different personal will, the ratio of transfer is different, generally between one percent and ten percent. Moreover, the more people, the stronger the power, the lower the ratio of transfer is.

In other words.

If the white-bearded sons have enough and are by his side, he can temporarily gain power from his sons!

Silently felt that he could take back his previous words.

With this skill, Whitebeard may not be unable to compete with other forces for the level 4 jar.

"This is an epic treasure." Whitebeard also murmured in a low voice, and then began to laugh with all his might. His voice rolled into the clouds, and he laughed for more than ten minutes before stopping.

This shows how happy he is.

For white beards who long for family and value family, what else can make him more happy than getting support and strength from his family?

In his heart at this moment.

None of the naval generals or revolutionary military dragons are worth mentioning. As long as his family is around him, he is sure that he can defeat all enemies!

"Congratulations." Chen Si just smiled faintly.

"Today is the happiest day for me to live until now." Whitebeard seemed to have laughed enough, and Guru took a big sip of wine, with a smile on his face. He looked at the silent one, "I began to feel that your arrival is a gift to our world."

Being able to say such words means that Baibeard has become a loyal fan of Jar.

This is also natural.

When he picked up the drifting jar at the beginning, he brought him surprise. After all, he could rejuvenate his body, which had begun to grow old, and even see the hope of regaining his youth.

And behind.

He even believed that the jar was for the sake of the future of his sons, and he would resist the navy and let his sons break through.

Now it turns out that he is not wrong, even better than he thinks.

In this case.

Whitebeard has completely fallen into it.

"Gifts are often accompanied by challenges." Silence kept a smile and encouraged, "I will look forward to where you can go."

This is a sentence that is said entirely from the perspective of the superior.

But Whitebeard didn't think there was anything wrong.

That's the truth.

All he had to do was to open more jars, meet more challenges, and then take his sons step by step towards a state that transcended the past until he reached the peak, just like in the past ten years.

With such enthusiasm, Whitebeard accelerated the speed of opening the can.

With only three hundred jars left, he only won two grand prizes, one forged body inheritance and the other was architecture.

After the last drop of wine, the burly figure stood up.

"Thank you for the entertainment, but I'm going back to my sons now." He didn't demonstrate his impatience, and he wanted to join all his sons in the sect as soon as possible.

"Go." Chen Si didn't say much.

As soon as he finished speaking, the environment around Baibei changed, and he found himself standing on the broken wooden board again.

"So magical" Whitebeard felt the power of the explosion in her body, looked at Farr on her shoulders, and showed a refreshing smile, "I really want to see what kind of fear the trash who call themselves gods will fall into when facing the real gods."

Although silent words and deeds are friendly.

However, magical jars, magical actions, difficult-to-understand character, and terrible power.

These things made the Whitebeard feel clearly.

Under Shen Mo's friendly smile, there is also an inviolable majesty.

The so-called strong man is such an existence.