My fort has a caliber of three thousand meters

It means I'm mature.

I used to blindly want to prove my ability. Even if someone said in front of me that my grandfather is an elder of the mechanical tribe, I would be furious.

Now that I think about it, this move was too childish.

My greatest personal ability should be having an elder grandfather.

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

Grandpa's ability is my ability.

Feng Jiutian said expressionlessly: So now, I show my cards. My grandfather is the elder of the Machine Tribe, Lord Feng Huiyang.

To be honest, from now on I will rely on my grandfather to be arrogant and domineering.

Don't you obey the order?

If you don't listen, I will let my grandpa kill you.

Three seconds now, reply to me.

If you are not satisfied with the answer, I will contact my grandpa right now, and then you can wait for death, bastard.

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The white-haired man in the picture turned red and white at times, as if he was performing a magic trick, which was so interesting that he couldn't even say a word.

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

It's because Feng Jiutian always believed that everyone should rely on their own personal abilities to determine their status, rather than family relationships, and he was stronger than Feng Jiutian.

So every time he contradicted Feng Jiutian, although Feng Jiutian was angry, there was nothing he could do about him.

But now Feng Jiutian has broken his heart and moved out of his grandfather openly.

He was suspended in the air and unable to get down.

He was from an average background and could not compete with Feng Jiutian's, and Feng Jiutian's grandfather loved Feng Jiutian very much, although Feng Jiutian had always insisted on relying on his own ability to climb up the ladder and refused all help from Elder Feng Huiyang.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

It would be damned if Feng Jiutian could reach the stage of being the one who carries out his orders without the elders working hard behind his back.

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

However.

When Feng Jiutian moved his grandfather out openly and honestly.

Everyone else seemed to have a bad signal and was stuck, suddenly frozen in the screen and motionless.

However, he clearly saw that the Adam's apples of these people were still rolling.

Oh shit.

He cursed inwardly, then took a deep breath, suppressed his dissatisfaction in his heart, lowered his head and pondered: I know, I will open another meat valley, and try to collect 50,000 blood sacrifice points as soon as possible.

Um.

Feng Jiutian nodded with satisfaction: I hope others will do the same. If someone goes against his will, I will let my grandfather kill him.

Then he hung up the communication.

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

If I had known earlier, it would be so easy and neat to act in the name of grandpa. Why did I have to prove my personal abilities before?

Doesn’t reincarnation count as a personal ability?

And at this time——

Yan Pomen sent him a message alone.

Feng Jiutian, actually you don't have to be in such a hurry. Last time in the Ten Thousand Races Arena, no one redeemed these props until the Blood Sacrifice for All Races event was about to end.

Everyone will complete the task, but after all, there is still some grudge in their hearts, so the speed is just a little slower.

Nothing will go wrong. Don't be too nervous.

Seeing that it was Yan Pomen, Feng Jiutian looked slightly better. After all, Yan Pomen had helped him at the critical moment, and because of his grandfather, he had also snatched several opportunities that should have belonged to Yan Pomen.

For Yan Pomen, he felt grateful and guilty.

I know, I just thought that if I delayed it for too long, accidents would inevitably happen. And if the time dragged on a little longer, accidents would inevitably happen in the middle.

Well, as long as you know what's going on, I won't say more.

Then Feng Jiutian hung up the communication, looked at the five props in the altar shop that no one wanted to buy anymore, lowered his head and murmured.

This time, we can't lose.

However--

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

In a valley surrounded by mountains.

Unlike other wilderness areas full of yellow sand, this place is full of green plants, making it look like a paradise.

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

It's Zhao Ritian!

Zhao Ritian looked excited with a hint of anticipation as he looked at the Dao prop he had just exchanged in his hand.

Item name: Jammed flamethrower.

Item Level: One-star item.

Prop Effect: As you can see, this is a fire-breathing gun. However, because he has been addicted to smoking for many years and is relatively old, he can no longer breathe fire. He can only spit. When the trigger is pulled, there will be a ball of fire. Thick phlegm, shot at the enemy.

Prop details: Range 3 meters, ammunition capacity 50 rounds, rate of fire 30 rounds per minute, once the ammunition capacity is exhausted, it will be automatically replenished to full after 24 hours.

Props introduction: Smoking is harmful to health, I hope young people remember this. - Advice from an old flamethrower.

The first moment he saw this prop in the altar shop!

A strong idea came to his mind!

I must buy this gun! ! !

However--

At the beginning of the event, he didn't have any foreign players. Even though he was very anxious, he could only hold on to his temper and wait patiently!

After waiting for nearly an hour, I finally saw a foreign player who accidentally entered this place!

After killing it, he gained 1 Blood Sacrifice Point. Without any hesitation, he immediately bought the unused flamethrower at the bottom of the altar store!

At this point, it's time to verify whether this stuck flamethrower can actually play the role you want! ! !

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

Talent name: Father of Slime.

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

Furthermore, every three of your slimes can be fused to become a more powerful slime, and three powerful slimes can still be fused to continue evolving!

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

Pull the trigger gently.

cough!

The sound of the gunshot was not a dull bang, but the sound of an old man coughing like phlegm.

Immediately afterwards.

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

This is a pretty standard thick phlegm.

The standard is so high that it is difficult for ordinary people to create such a standard thick phlegm.

Of course, he didn't care, but looked at the mouthful of phlegm expectantly!

The next second——

Under his nose!

The thick phlegm slowly began to squirm until it turned into a figure about half a person tall, with no arms or body, like a ghost-like jelly.

Success!

Zhao Ritian's voice was hoarse and he roared excitedly.