My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters Chapter 101

"It means I'm mature."

"I found that I always wanted to prove my ability like I used to, and even if someone said that my grandfather was the elder of the mechanical family in front of me, I would be furious."

"It's too naive to think about it now."

"My greatest personal ability should be to have an elder grandfather."

"When I accepted this matter calmly, all the problems became easier to deal with."

"Grandpa's ability is my ability."

Feng Jiutian said with an expressionless face, "So now, I have a showdown. My grandfather is the elder of the mechanical clan, Lord Feng Huiyang."

"Let's be honest, I will rely on my grandfather to be arrogant and domineering in the future."

"Do you listen to the order?"

"If you don't listen to me, let my grandpa kill you."

"Now in three seconds, reply to me."

"If you're not satisfied with the answer, I'll contact my grandpa now, and then you can wait to die, brat."

The white-haired man in the picture was red and white for a while, and it was very interesting like a trick, and he couldn't say a word.

The reason why he dared to contradict Feng Jiutian like this.

It was because Feng Jiutian always believed that everyone should rely on their own personal ability to determine their status, not family relationships, and his strength was stronger than Feng Jiutian.

So every time he contradicted Feng Jiutian, Feng Jiutian was angry, but he was helpless.

But now Feng Jiutian has torn his face, and has moved out of his grandfather in an open and honest manner.

He was stuck in the air and couldn't get down.

His background is average, and his background is definitely not as good as Feng Jiutian, and Feng Jiutian's grandfather is very fond of Feng Jiutian, although Feng Jiutian has always insisted on relying on his personal ability to climb up, and refused all help from Elder Feng Huiyang.

But anyone with eyes can see it.

If the elders did not work hard behind their backs, this Feng Jiutian would be damned if he could reach the step of the executor.

Then he looked for help with his eyes full of help, and looked at the other people in the picture, hoping that someone could rescue him.

However

When Feng Jiutian moved his grandfather out in an open and fair manner.

Everyone else seemed to be stuck in a bad signal, and suddenly froze on the screen, not moving.

However, he clearly saw that the Adam's apple of this group of people was still rolling.

Oh shit.

He cursed inwardly, then took a deep breath, held his dissatisfaction in his heart, lowered his head and meditated: "I know, I will open another meat valley, and strive to gather the 5w blood sacrifice points as soon as possible."

"Um."

Feng Jiutian nodded with satisfaction: "I hope other people do the same. If someone violates yin and yang, I will let my grandfather kill someone."

Then hang up the communication.

Looking into the distance, he clicked his tongue and sighed.

If I knew earlier that it was so simple and neat to act in the name of my grandfather, why did I have to prove my personal ability before?

Isn't reincarnation a personal ability?

And this time-

Yan Pomen sent him a separate communication.

"Feng Jiutian, in fact, you don't have to be in such a hurry. The last time in the Arena of Ten Thousand Races, until the blood sacrifice to all races event was about to end, no one could exchange these items."

"Everyone will complete the task, but after all, there is still a bit of grudge in my heart, and the speed is just a little slower."

"There's nothing wrong, you don't have to be too nervous."

Seeing that it was Yan Pomen, Feng Jiutian's expression became slightly better. After all, Yan Pomen lent a helping hand to him at a critical moment, and because of his grandfather's relationship, he also stole several opportunities that should have belonged to Yan Pomen.

For Yan Pomen, he has a heart of gratitude and guilt.

"I know, I'm just thinking about procrastinating for too long, and accidents will inevitably occur, and if the time drags on a little longer, accidents will inevitably occur in the middle."

"Well, as long as you know it, I won't say more."

After that, Feng Jiutian hung up the communication, looked at the five items in the altar shop that no one bought anymore, and lowered his head and muttered.

"This time, we can't lose."

However--

In a place that neither Chen Jiang nor Feng Jiutian knew about.

In a valley surrounded by mountains.

Unlike other wildernesses full of yellow sand, there are green plants everywhere, and it looks like a paradise.

In the middle of the valley, under a tree, was sitting a human player in ragged clothes like a savage.

It was Zhao Ritian!

Zhao Ritian looked excited with a hint of anticipation, and looked at the Taoist item he just exchanged in his hand.

"Item name": The phlegm's flamethrower.

"Item Level": One-star item.

"Prop effect": As you can see, this is a fire gun, but because he has been addicted to smoking for many years, and he is relatively old, he can no longer breathe fire, he can only spit, and when the trigger is pulled, there will be **** of fire Thick phlegm, shot at the enemy.

"Item Details": The range is 3 meters, the ammo capacity is 50 rounds, and the rate of fire is 30 rounds per minute. After the ammunition capacity is exhausted, it will be automatically replenished to full after 24 hours.

"Prop introduction": "Smoking is harmful to health, and I hope young people will remember this." - Advice from an elderly flamethrower.

When he was in the altar shop, the first moment he saw this prop!

A strong idea popped into his mind!

Must buy this gun! ! !

However--

At the beginning of the event, he didn't have a single alien player, even if he was very anxious, he could only wait patiently!

After waiting for more than an hour, I finally waited for an alien player who strayed into this place!

After killing him~www.mtlnovel.com~ obtained 1 blood sacrifice point, he did not hesitate at all, and immediately bought this phlegm-stirring flamethrower at the bottom of the altar shop, which no one cared about. !

At this time, it's time to verify whether this phlegm-stuck fire gun can play the role in your mind! ! !

He took a deep breath and looked at his personal talent with anticipation.

"Talent name: Father of Slime."

"Talent effect: You can turn any fresh thick phlegm in your sight into a brand-new slime, and make it serve and fight for you!"

"And, every three slimes you have can fuse into a more powerful slime, and the three powerful slimes can still fuse and continue to evolve!"

Then, without any hesitation, he raised the flamethrower in his hand and aimed at the grass not far away.

Pull the trigger lightly.

"cough!"

The sound of gunfire was not a dull bang, but a cough like an old man's phlegm.

Immediately after.

He even saw the barrel of the gun wriggle, and then a mouthful of thick phlegm landed on the grass not far away.

This is a pretty standard thick phlegm.

By the standard, it is difficult for ordinary people to produce such a standard thick phlegm.

Of course, he didn't care, but looked at the thick phlegm with anticipation!

The next second—

Under his nose!

The thick phlegm slowly began to wriggle, until it became about half a person tall, with no arms and no body, like a ghostly jelly.

"Success!"

Zhao Ritian growled excitedly in a hoarse voice.

Chapter end

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