Super Weapon Swap System

It was slowly getting dark. That night, the castle deliberately left Qin Guan and his party as guests. After the three million Eagle yuan was entered into each other's account, Qin Guan and others received the most solemn welcome.

"If you stay here for a few more days, you can have a grand opera performance," Royce said. "It's the opera of this mural."

"OK," said Qin Guan, watching his father-in-law start painting.

Before painting, Chen Yutong's father had been staring at the wall for a long time. In his brain, he was rapidly conceiving the mural, just like the story in his mind. Without painting bamboo, he had mature bamboo in his mind.

Chen Yutong's father picked up a brush and began to wave it on the wall. At this time, Ruoxi looked at her grandfather with her small eyes excitedly, so natural and unrestrained, and clapped her hands happily.

"Grandpa is great!"

The green paint turned into a green grass. On this green grass, Chen Yutong's father's hands constantly painted people one by one. These people carried a person, which was Elizabeth's body.

Then came the sky. In the sky, with the call of Don Hauser, Venus appeared again. Compared with the Venus in other murals, this Venus is more vivid, especially those eyes, which have a taste full of temptation and vivid, as if they were really a goddess.

"Grandpa, your painting is great!" Ruoxi said, "my mother used to teach me the story of finishing the dragon. As long as you point your eyes, the dragon will fly. Now why didn't the fairy you painted fly."

Chen Yutong's mother touched her hair: "silly child, that's a story. There is no dragon in the world."

"Is there a fairy?"

Fairy? Chen Yutong's mother hesitated for a moment. She didn't know what to say. Did she really? She remembered the paintings she had collected at home. They really looked like fairies.

"Grandma, I want to be a fairy when I grow up," Ruoxi said.

It was already late at night.

Yusheng has long fallen asleep. He has no artistic cells and has no interest in these.

Qin Guan looked at his father-in-law's painting and slowly admired it. The old man really has a few skills. It's a good idea for him to come out for the new year and the whole family to come together.

Soon, Chen Yutong was sleepy. In a room beside him, everyone fell asleep. Only the old man was still painting. Qin Guan and Xiao Lu were watching.

Outside, the sky gradually brightened.

The old man hasn't handled the details yet. If everything is handled well, it will take three or five days. Now, he has drawn the last picture.

Don Hauser fell to Elizabeth's coffin and died. Just then, another group of pilgrims came. They brought the Pope's wooden staff that had sprouted and grown green leaves. It proved that don Hauser's sin had been forgiven, and the whole play came to an end. Qin Guan watched his father-in-law draw a wooden stick, which was vivid. Then he decorated it with a green brush.

One, two, three, when the third green leaf was drawn, suddenly, a powerful spiritual force fluctuated and gushed out.

The people and scenery in each picture, even a green leaf, have emerged with endless spiritual power.

At this time, Xiao Lu started, and her body turned into a sharp sword again. The sword rotated, rotated and stirred up a storm in the sky, just like a tornado. It gathered these spiritual forces together, just like a funnel, and gathered them to Qin Guan's head.

thank you! Qin Guan didn't know how to thank Xiao Lu. Without Xiao Lu's help, most of his spiritual power would be dissipated, and less than 1% of his energy could be absorbed.

And now? Less than one percent is missing, and most of the mental power is injected into their own brains.

In the brain, the grassland hero, the later master and others are also watching silently. The painting has completely entered the system and looms around everyone.

"This western painting has a strange beauty." the later Lord couldn't help sighing.

"It's not fun. It's not as fun as the tripod and the statue of liberty," said the grassland hero.

Qin Guan felt the spiritual power of constantly surging in. At the same time, the number of the upper limit of his spiritual points began to jump constantly. After absorbing the statue of liberty last time, the upper limit of mental point was raised to 1.25 million. Now, the front 1 has become 2 and 2 has become 3. Qin Guan looked at it happily. When the number jumped to 4, he finally stopped.

With the power of the gods, help me improve the system!

The spirit of freedom last time raised the ceiling to 1.25 million, but it was a waste at that time, and now? Almost all of them have been absorbed. Moreover, not only this painting, but also the gods representing the West behind the painting. It is precisely because of these that they have finally been greatly improved.

What can we do with the spirit of these four million?

The exchange of aircraft carriers requires hundreds of millions of spiritual points. The exchange of a cruiser also requires tens of millions of spiritual points. In all exchanges, warships need the most spiritual points.

Now, I have 4 million spirit points. The cruiser is not enough. What about one grade lower than the cruiser?

Qin Guan could not wait to enter the system.

Destroyers are more than 5 million. These 4 million spirit points can be exchanged for frigates!

It's also good to have frigates. The Perry class of the eagle people can be exchanged. Other frigates in China can also be exchanged. It's a pity that the advanced 054A frigates of later generations did not enter the cemetery.

Qin Guan walked around and looked greedy. He had the upper limit of 4 million mental points, but he had not absorbed so much. As long as he absorbed so many mental points, he could start the road of exchange.

Qin Guan had just quit the system when he heard the sound of clapping and clapping behind him.

"Yes, yes, we have always felt sorry for this wall. Unexpectedly, you, an oriental artist, did it. Great," Royce said.

He was also worried last night that if he painted in a mess, he could get the millions of Eagle dollars, but this is a free society, and some people will point out.

Now, Royce's eyes lit up. It's a good painting!

"Sir, we can hire you to do more paintings here. You can be an honorary professor in our domestic universities. If you like, I'll introduce you now." Royce flattered.