My fort has a caliber of three thousand meters

After having doubts in my heart.

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

After all, 4.2 million one-star props and 50,000 one-star props do not mean much qualitative change to him!

Then, he looked at the stuck flamer inventory with a little regret.

This one-star item still has 7479 in stock.

It's a pity that he has no blood sacrifice points on his body, so he can only watch more than 7,000 one-star props leave him like this.

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

The lack of 7,000 one-star props will not have much impact on him.

Subsequently.

Chen Jiang looked at his fully filled space bracelet with a satisfied expression. After this event, it can be expected that his fort will undergo a qualitative improvement! ! !

It would be nice to have more activities like this.

This Feng Jiuzhen is really a good person.

This event is perfect for him.

It would be nice to trigger more activities like this.

After a few more activities like this, and when they meet again in the future, he will really be reluctant to kill Feng Jiutian.

This is not a stumbling block on the road to success. This is simply a nobleman on his way to rise!

What happened next was not what he expected.

When he bought all four props at once, someone immediately noticed.

After all, these words for human player Chen Jiang are too harsh!

The players who noticed this did not hesitate at all, and rushed into the flamethrower, the last item of which was stuck, and rushed to buy the flamethrower, which was in short supply.

They don't know what the use of this thing is.

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

And at the same time.

Feng Jiutian, who had not yet reacted, stared at the damaged wooden sword whose inventory was almost zero in an instant. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then he jumped up from the ground with a ferocious expression!

In that line, the words that the human player Chen Jiang purchased the item were scrolling crazily on the information flow panel on the side! ! !

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

When the inventory of the damaged wooden sword item returns to zero!

Feng Jiutian's breathing quickened and he was on the verge of mental collapse, muttering to himself urgently: There is still a chance, there is still a chance.

There are four other props.

However--

Open the Pistol without Trigger prop panel, and the inventory shows zero.

The buyer, human player Chen Jiang.

Feng Jiutian's breathing quickened a little, his eyes turned red, and he opened the next prop panel again without any hesitation.

The staff that lost its magic power

Inventory: (0/1w)

The inventory has reached zero, and the buyer is human player Chen Jiang.

Feng Jiutian seemed to not believe in evil, and opened the next prop panel again with slightly trembling hands.

A hammer missing its handle.

Inventory is still zero.

On the information flow panel next to it, one after another human player Chen Jiang had purchased the item. The gray-white words that quickly flashed across the screen were like needle points, constantly piercing Feng Jiutian's eyes!

Ha ha.

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

A stuck flamer.

Suddenly it felt like everything was a joke.

The Wanzu Arena is a joke, Feng Jiutian is also a joke, everything is a joke.

He even knew how much of the stuck flamethrower was in stock.

is zero.

There will also be a line of small words scrolling next to it, the buyer, human player Chen Jiang.

Just as he smiled miserably, he raised his hand and pointed at the stuck flamethrower prop panel.

The numbers in front of him were a bit beyond his expectation! !

The stuck flamer

Inventory: (5792/1w)

The stock of the stuck flamer gun is not zero, but there are nearly 6,000 left!

Feng Jiutian's eyes, which were already full of despair, suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and his originally pale face regained some sparkle, and he jumped up from the ground.

Without any hesitation, he pocketed all the remaining 5,792 stuck flamethrowers.

call.

After all this, Feng Jiutian's face regained a trace of brightness. Although his overall appearance was still very poor, at least he no longer had the feeling of being ashen.

He didn't lose, nearly 6,000 stuck flamers were all his.

He just won incompletely, not that he lost.

at this time--

Yan Pomen suddenly sent Feng Jiutian another message.

Feng Jiutian, this plan failed.

I didn't lose!

Just as Yan Pomen stood up, Feng Jiutian immediately said anxiously: I exchanged nearly 6,000 stuck flamethrowers. It's not a loss, at least I got some of them.

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

The words fell.

Yan Pomen on the other side of the communication screen was silent for a long time before he spoke softly.

It takes 9,000 stuck flamethrowers to fuse into a three-star prop.

Six thousand stuck flamethrowers have no effect.

Not only did we lose, we also wasted 6,000 blood sacrifice points.

Feng Jiutian, you are the person in charge of this operation and someone will be looking for you soon.

Be mentally prepared in advance.

After Yan Po Men finished speaking.

Feng Jiucai suddenly reacted. His face, which had just regained some color, instantly turned pale again, almost like a magic trick, and his eyes were once again filled with despair and disbelief.

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

Why did I lose again?

This time, the plan was obviously perfect.

How could you lose.

He even exchanged 6,000 useless flamethrowers.

At this time, the 6,000 stuck spitfire guns piled aside, as if taunting him, slowly collapsed under the breeze.

Then, he buried the subordinate standing aside.

And on a meadow outside a certain valley.

Zhao Ritian was sitting on the ground, looking up at his mother with emotion and anger, pointing to the sky!

Do you all have a brain problem? Why are you taking back a flamethrower that only coughs up phlegm?

ah?

My dream of being the Slime Emperor was ruined by a group of unscrupulous people!

Just now, it was almost just a few seconds.

Human player Chen Jiang swept away more than 2,000 flamethrowers that were stuck.

Immediately afterwards, other foreign players also swarmed over and started buying.

The mechanical player Feng Jiutian swept away the last remaining nearly 6,000 handles.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

There were originally 1,000 flamethrowers in stock, but instantly the stock was reduced to zero.

Zhao Ritian, who had been staring at the stuck inventory of flamethrowers, immediately used up all his blood sacrifice points, but only exchanged 28 flamethrowers.

His original plan was to exchange all these flamethrowers and transform himself into the Slime Emperor.

but now.

His plan obviously failed.

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

Thieves, thieves, all fucking thieves!

A bunch of thugs!

Destroy my Slime Emperor's path to the throne!

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