My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters Chapter 104

After having doubts in my heart.

Without any hesitation, he smashed all his blood sacrifice points into it.

After all, 42w one-star props and 5w one-star props, for him, there is not much qualitative change!

Afterwards, he looked a little regretfully at the stockpile of the phlegm.

This one-star item has 7479 in stock.

It's a pity that he has no blood sacrifice points on him, and he can only watch more than 7,000 one-star props go away from him like this.

But it doesn't matter.

Less 7,000 one-star props will not have much impact on him.

Subsequently.

Chen Jiang looked at his full-filled space bracelet with satisfaction. After this event, it can be expected that his fort will undergo a qualitative sublimation! ! !

It would be nice to have more events like this.

This Feng Jiutian is really a good person.

This event suits him too well.

It would be nice to trigger so many activities.

There are a few more activities like this, and when we meet in the future, he is really reluctant to kill Feng Jiutian.

This is a stumbling block on the road to success, this is the noble man on his way to rise!

What happened next was not what he expected.

When he swept out the four props at once, someone noticed it immediately.

After all, the human race player Chen Jiang, these words are really too dazzling!

Players who noticed this, without any hesitation, rushed into the last item of the flamethrower with stuck phlegm, and snapped up the flamethrower that was not in stock.

They don't even know what this thing is for.

But Chen Jiang bought so many, which means it must be a good thing.

And at the same time.

Feng Jiutian, who hadn't reacted yet, stared at the damaged wooden sword whose stock had almost disappeared in an instant, first rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then jumped up from the ground with a ferocious expression!

In that row, the Terran player Chen Jiang bought the word for the item, and frantically scrolled on the information flow panel on the side! ! !

Those two familiar words were like a sharp sword, constantly piercing into his pupils!

In the case that the inventory of the damaged wooden sword is zero!

Feng Jiutian's breathing speeded up and the whole person was on the verge of mental breakdown and said hurriedly to himself: "There is still a chance, there is still a chance."

"There are four other props."

However--

Open the "Pistol Without Trigger" item panel, and the inventory shows zero.

Purchaser, Terran player Chen Jiang.

Feng Jiutian's breathing quickened a little, her eyes were red, and she opened the next item panel again without any hesitation.

"The Staff of Lost Magic"

"Inventory: (0/1w

Inventory has been zero, buyer Terran player Chen Jiang.

Feng Jiutian seemed not to believe in evil, and opened the next item panel again with a trembling hand.

"A hammer without a handle."

Inventory is still zero.

On the information flow panel next to it, a Taoist player Chen Jiang had purchased the item, and the gray-white words that quickly swiped on the screen, like the tip of a needle, kept stabbing into Feng Jiutian's eyes!

"Ha ha."

Feng Jiutian smiled miserably with bloodshot eyes, his body suddenly froze in the air, staring at the last prop.

"The phlegm flamethrower."

Suddenly it felt like everything was a joke.

Ten Thousand Races Arena is a joke, so is Feng Jiutian, everything is a joke.

He can even know how much the phlegm flamethrower is in stock.

zero.

There will also be a line of small characters scrolling next to it, the purchaser, the Terran player Chen Jiang.

Just when he raised his hand with a miserable smile, he pointed at the phlegm props panel of the flamethrower.

The numbers in front of him were a bit unexpected! !

"The phlegm flamethrower"

"Inventory: (5792/1w

The phlegm flamethrower, the inventory is not zero, but there are nearly 6,000!

Feng Jiutian, whose eyes were already full of despair, suddenly flashed a gleam in his eyes, his originally pale face regained a hint of expression, and the whole person jumped up from the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, I took all the remaining 5,792 phlegm-stirring guns into my pocket.

"call."

After going through all this, Feng Jiutian's face regained a gleam of light. Although the whole person's appearance was still very bad, at least there was no such feeling of ashes on his face.

He didn't lose, nearly 6,000 phlegm guns belonged to him.

He just won not completely, not lost.

at this time--

Yan Pomen suddenly sent a message to Feng Jiutian again.

"Feng Jiutian, this plan failed"

"I didn't lose!"

Just after Yan Pomen started, Feng Jiutian immediately said anxiously, "I exchanged nearly 6,000 phlegm-stuffing guns. It's not a loss, at least I got some of it."

"Fortunately, I have sharp eyes and quick hands, otherwise we wouldn't be able to grab this flamethrower."

The voice fell.

In the communication screen, Yan Pomen was silent for a long time before speaking softly.

"It takes 9,000 phlegm-streaking guns to fuse into a three-star item."

"6,000 phlegm-throwing guns that don't do anything."

"We not only lost, but also wasted 6,000 blood sacrifice points."

"Feng Jiutian, you are the person in charge of this operation. Someone will find you soon."

"You should be mentally prepared in advance."

After the words of breaking the door fell.

Feng Jiutian reacted suddenly, and the face that had just recovered some complexion turned pale again almost like a conjuration, and her eyes were filled with despair and disbelief again.

Standing there, staring blankly at the soles of his feet.

Why did you lose again?

This time, the plan was obviously perfect.

how to lose.

He even returned 6,000 spitfire guns that were useless.

At this moment, the 6,000 phlegm-throwing guns piled on the side, as if mocking him, slowly collapsed under the breeze.

Then, he buried the subordinate who was standing beside him.

And in a meadow outside a valley.

Zhao Ritian, who was sitting on the ground with his **** on his back, scolded his mother with emotion and grief in his eyes!

"Do you all have a problem with your brain, a fire gun that only expects phlegm, why are you all grabbing it back!"

"what?"

"My dream of the Slime Emperor was destroyed by a group of trolls like this!"

Just now, it was almost a few seconds.

Terran player Chen Jiang swept away more than 2,000 phlegm-strewn firearms.

Immediately afterwards, other alien players also swarmed up and began to snap up ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the mechanical player Feng Jiutian swept away the last remaining nearly 6,000 handles.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

There was originally a 1w flamethrower in the inventory, and the inventory was zero in an instant.

And Zhao Ritian, who had been staring at the phlegm-stirring gun inventory, used up all his blood sacrifice points immediately and exchanged for 28 flamethrower.

His original plan was to exchange all of these fire-breathing guns and turn him into a slime emperor.

but now

His plan clearly failed.

Zhao Ritian lay down on a slime with his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky with grief and anger, and cursed constantly in his mouth.

"Tricksters, pickpockets, they're all **** picks!"

"A bunch of scumbags!"

"Destroy my Slime Emperor's way to the throne!"

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