"Brother Jiang?"

Scar Dog frowned and said strangely: "Who would exchange for a spitting gun that can't do anything except sputum?"

"Although our musket is not very normal and has the quirk of smoking, at least he can blast fire, and its power is pretty good."

"It can also be of great use in specific situations."

"But the muskets in this altar shop are really useless to cut off the sputum."

"Who would buy this? It's not just to disgust the other side when facing the enemy, right?"

"Hey, wait?"

The scar dog suddenly leaned on his chin with one hand and spoke thoughtfully: "It doesn't seem that bad. If this happens, the enemy's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced at the first time, right?"

"Can this person thinks the same?"

Chen Jiang did not speak, but stared at the information flow next to the prop with a slightly serious expression.

This man spent a little blood sacrifice and bought a one-star prop, which had no effect on him.

It's just a one-star prop, he's not that bad.

What really worried him was whether it would cause a chain reaction.

Will anyone see that human player Zhao Ritian bought such a prop, and then bought one with the intention of trying it out. This is like a domino, which will trigger more people to buy this prop, causing an avalanche!

He had already made a secret decision in his heart.

Once more people turn their attention here, he will no longer hide the slightest, and immediately throw all the blood sacrifice points into it, and exchange them for enough one-star props.

Although he can only have his blood sacrifice points, he can exchange 2.80,000 first-grade props, but it is also enough, at least much better than the end of the game of squandering the bamboo basket.

However--

He waited patiently for a minute.

After that, no one bought this sputum-hit gun.

Not only did Zhao Ritian not buy it again, other players obviously did not notice such a small change, or they noticed it but didn't care, and maybe they would even curse themselves as a fool in their hearts.

Not only has this prop not bought it anymore.

No one bought the other four items again.

Obviously, human player Zhao Ritian obviously didn't know what magical idea had flashed through his mind, and then he just bought one and tried it.

Seeing this.

Chen Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine. Wait for a while, just wait for a while.

If he saves up 50,000 points, he will definitely sweep all these props!

...

And where Chen Jiang didn't know.

At this time, Feng Jiutian also stared at the information flow next to the phlegm-spraying musket prop, clenched his fists with a nervous expression. After seeing that there was no follow-up for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

to be honest!

Just now, the moment he saw a human player buying a musket that had stuck in phlegm, he felt that his blood pressure had risen!

!

That moment.

He had already made up his mind that the human player Chen Jiang suddenly swept away these five props in an instant, and then made the scene where his plan completely failed.

But fortunately.

The human player is not followed by the word Chen Jiang, but a strange name, Zhao Ritian.

After buying one, Zhao Ritian never bought it again, obviously on a whim.

He now has nearly 9k of blood sacrifices.

Logically speaking, he could almost loot a prop.

But he couldn't do that.

The reason is very simple.

Once he bought 9k spitting guns at one time, he could think of what would happen with his butt. Those race players would definitely swarm like hungry wolves seeing fat meat, rushing over to the other four useless props,

All ransacked.

So he had to wait patiently.

Wait until you save up 50,000 yuan of blood sacrifices, and then sweep all five props at once!

It was too late to let other players feel their purpose, even when they felt that they had, and they would not affect them at all.

As for the phlegm-spraying musket that was exchanged by the human player Zhao Ritian, it had little impact on him.

after all.

With just 9,000 muskets, they can be fused into a powerful three-star prop.

The inventory of Kaphrodra Muskets is 10,000 yuan.

It doesn’t affect you at all if you don’t attract other players’ attention.

He now only has nearly 9,000 blood sacrifices.

Then he looked at the communication screen in front of him and said in a deep voice: "You must be as fast as possible. My single blood sacrifice has reached 9,000, and the eleven of you, the total is less than 20,000."

"I have reason to suspect that you are hiding your own private interests."

"I don't want our grudges to affect our plans this time."

"When we twelve of us collected 50,000 blood sacrifices, we immediately exchanged all the five props in the altar shop!"

"You guys are faster, the longer you drag, the more accidents you may get!"

There are eleven split screens in front of you, and these eleven split screens correspond to eleven executors.

When Feng Jiutian's words fell.

A man with white hair dyed in the picture sat on a chair, playing with his nails, and without raising his head, he said carelessly: "Yes, who can compete with you Lord Feng Jiutian?"

"The elder will replenish you as much meat valley as you use."

"Stop killing 9,000 alien players in one hour, run faster, what's the difficulty of killing 20,000 alien players in one hour?"

"We have all captured our meat valleys with great effort in the first three months, and we have used a little less."

"We used up our meat valley, but there was no elder to supplement us."

"Why would you please give us some of your Meat Valley permission?"

“We promise to complete it as soon as possible.”

Feng Jiutian's face was cold, and he looked at the white-haired man who spoke and said word by word: "Su Tianfei, I tell you that I am in a bad mood recently, so you better not make me angry."

"oh?"

In the picture, the white-haired man sitting on the chair sneered disdainfully, looked up at Feng Jiutian and said with a smile: "Even if I make you angry, what can you do?"

"You are only sixteen among the people who hold on to the mission, and I am the ninth."

"Did you not understand the reality, my Lord Feng Jiutian?"

After Feng Jiutian was silent for a while, he stared at the white-haired man with a calm expression and said softly: "I will tell my grandfather, that is, the elder, you insult me. If nothing unexpected happens, he will assign you some mortal tasks, so that

You go and execute it.”

"I have never asked my grandpa. I just want to die a person who holds his life for the first time. I guess I will not be rejected."

The man in the picture was obviously stunned for a moment, subconsciously sat upright, staring at Feng Jiutian's face without any smile. Suddenly, he felt the corners of his mouth twitching for a few times before he said with a hard forehead.

"You have said before that you can reach this day all depends on your own abilities."

"And you will never be arrogant and domineering by relying on your elders in your family."
Chapter completed!