My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters Chapter 100

"Brother Jiang?"

Scardog frowned and said strangely: "Who would exchange a flamethrower that doesn't know anything but phlegm?"

"Although our flamethrower is not very normal and has the quirk of smoking, at least he can breathe fire, and the power is not bad."

"In certain circumstances, it can also be of great use."

"But the flamethrower in the altar shop, it really cuts the phlegm and it's useless."

"Who would buy this, it can't be to be disgusting when facing the enemy, right?"

"Eh, wait?"

Scar Dog suddenly leaned on his chin with one hand, and said thoughtfully: "It doesn't seem to be impossible. In this case, the enemy's combat effectiveness should be greatly reduced in the first place, right?"

"Could it be that this person thinks the same way?"

Chen Jiang did not speak, but stared at the information flow next to the prop with a slightly serious expression.

This person spends a blood sacrifice point to buy a one-star item, which has no effect on him.

It's just a one-star prop, he's not bad for such a thing.

What really worries him is whether it will cause a chain reaction.

Will anyone see that the human race player Zhao Ritian bought such a prop, and then bought one with the thought of trying it out, this is like a domino, which will attract more people to buy this prop, which will lead to an avalanche! !

He has secretly decided in his heart.

Once more people turn their attention to here, he will no longer hide the slightest, and immediately put all the blood sacrifice points into it in exchange for enough one-star items.

Although it was only possible, his blood sacrifice points were only enough for him to exchange 28w for 1st rank items, but it was enough, at least it was much better than emptying the bamboo basket in the end.

However--

He waited patiently in place for a minute.

After that, no one bought this phlegm flamethrower again.

Not only did Zhao Ritian not make a second purchase, but other players obviously didn't notice such a small change, or they noticed but didn't care, and they might even curse inwardly as a fool.

Not only is this prop no one buys anymore.

The other four props were no longer purchased.

Obviously, Zhao Ritian, a human race player, obviously did not know what magical idea flashed in his mind, and then just bought one at random to try.

see.

Chen Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, it's fine, just wait a while, just wait a little longer.

Let him save enough 5w points, all these props, he will be swept away!

And in a place that Chen Jiang doesn't know.

At this time, Feng Jiutian also stared at the information flow next to the phlegm-stuck gun prop, clenched his fists nervously, and after a long while without any follow-up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

to be frank!

In the moment just now, the moment he saw the human race player bought the phlegm-throwing gun, he felt that his blood pressure had risen! ! !

That moment.

He had already figured it out in his mind, and the human race player Chen Jiang suddenly swept away these five props in a flash, and then made his plan a complete failure this time.

But luckily.

What followed the Terran player was not Chen Jiang, but an unfamiliar name, Zhao Ritian.

And this Zhao Ritian, after buying one, he never bought it again, apparently on a whim.

He now has nearly 9k blood sacrifice points.

It stands to reason that he can almost loot a prop.

But he couldn't do it.

the reason is simple.

Once he buys 9k phlegm guns at one time, he can think of what will happen with his ass. Those race players will surely flock to the other four useless items like hungry wolves seeing fat. All looted.

So he has to be patient.

Wait until you have accumulated enough 5w blood sacrifice points, and then swept the five props all at once!

Let other players, even if they perceive what purpose they have, it is too late to affect them at all.

As for the phlegm-throwing gun that was exchanged by that human player Zhao Ritian, it had little effect on him.

after all.

As long as 9000 spitfire guns, it can be combined into a powerful three-star props.

And the inventory of phlegm fire guns is full of 1w.

One less thing doesn't matter at all, as long as it doesn't attract the attention of other players.

He now only has nearly 9,000 blood sacrifice points.

Then he looked at the communication screen in front of him, and said solemnly: "You must be as fast as possible. My blood sacrifice point for one person has reached 9,000, and the eleven of you add up to less than 20,000."

"I have reason to suspect that you are hiding things."

"I don't want our grievances with each other to affect this plan."

"When the twelve of us gathered all 5w blood sacrifice points, we exchanged all the five items in the altar store for the first time!"

"Hurry up, the longer you drag on, the easier it will be for accidents!"

There are eleven split screens in the communication screen in front of them, and these eleven split screens correspond to eleven commanders.

When Feng Jiutian's voice fell.

In the picture, a man with dyed white hair was sitting on a chair, playing with his nails, and said casually without raising his head, "Yes, who can compare with you, Lord Feng Jiutian?"

"As much meat valley as you use, the elder will make up for you as much meat valley."

"Don't talk about killing 9,000 alien players in an hour, run faster, how difficult is it to kill 20,000 alien players in an hour?"

"Our Meat Valley~www.mtlnovel.com~ is all that we have worked hard to catch in the first three months, and use a little less."

"We have run out of meat valley, but there are no elders to replenish us."

"Would you like to give us a little of your Meat Valley authority, Lord Feng Jiutian?"

"We promise to do it as soon as possible."

Feng Jiutian looked cold, looked at the white-haired man who spoke, and said word by word, "Su Tianfei, let me tell you, I'm in a bad mood recently, you better not make me angry."

"Oh?"

In the picture, the white-haired man sitting on the chair sneered disdainfully, looked up at Feng Jiutian and said with a half-smile, "Even if I make you angry, what can you do?"

"You're only sixteenth among those who follow orders, and I'm ninth."

"Have you not figured out the reality, my Lord Feng Jiutian?"

After being silent for a while, Feng Jiutian stared at the white-haired man indifferently and said softly, "I will tell my grandfather, the elder, that you insulted me. If there is no accident, he will assign you some mortal tasks to let you You do it."

"I've never asked my grandfather, the first time I said it, it's just a dead man. I'm sure I won't be rejected."

The man in the picture was obviously stunned for a moment. He sat up subconsciously and stared at Feng Jiutian's unsmiling face. He suddenly felt a tingling and twitching at the corners of his mouth, and then he said daringly.

"You said before that you can get to where you are today because of your own abilities."

"And he will never rely on the elders in his family to be arrogant and domineering."

"What do you mean by this today?"

Chapter end

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