But when a Ten Thousand Races Bidding Field is opened, how many one-star props can be harvested, and how many one-star props can make him infinitely stronger.

It can only be said that the best way to do this is to have something like a garbage making machine that can use rules to quickly produce one-star props as much as possible.

Fortunately, he had always used one-star props as strengthening materials and did not suddenly tell him that he must use two-star props for the next round of strengthening.

Otherwise, it would still be much more difficult to obtain a large number of two-star props than to obtain one-star props.

soon--

The video from the other side was called.

I saw a familiar man appear on the screen, and said with a serious face: "Mr. Jiang Cheng, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but...this time, the trouble we encountered without your help, sir, might have been

It caused quite a bit of trouble.”

"Before we tell you the trouble, please forgive us, Mr. Jiang Cheng, for interrupting us so recklessly."

The man in the picture is Wu Zingding.

That is Wu Jingcheng's youngest son.

"fine."

Chen Jiang shook his head and said softly: "We are friends. Friends should help each other, right? Just talk about things directly. You can save these opening remarks."

In fact, he couldn't provide any other help.

The only help we can provide is fire support.

For him, the price of fire support was extremely low. It was nothing more than a few energy supply guns. That thing was worth 1,000 human meritorious deeds. If he slaughtered a few mechanical clan cities, he could talk a lot.

"Mr. Jiang Cheng is indeed a cheerful person."

Wu Zhengding in the picture first said a word of praise with a look on his face, and then said seriously: "This matter is actually not very complicated."

"To put it simply, there was an arena of all races near the demi-human planet, which exploded."

"Then..."

"etc."

Chen Jiang expressionlessly took out a bottle of mineral water from his arms and took a sip before speaking: "Are you saying that the Ten Thousand Races Arena that your Heiou Company bid for exploded?"

"No no no."

Wu Zhending said with a serious face: "It's an arena of all races near the subhuman star."

"On a planet less than three million kilometers away, there is an arena for all races on that planet."

"You know, Mr. Jiang Cheng, the Ten Thousand Races Arena has its own rules. Often the founder of the Ten Thousand Races Arena can only play a guiding role. Not to mention controlling the Ten Thousand Races Arena, even supervision is very difficult.

It’s hard to do.”

"Only after the Ten Thousand Races Arena is completed and opened can we know the specific situation inside."

"And the number of this exploded Ten Thousand Races Arena is 0918."

"Exploded doesn't mean that the planet exploded, but that there is an extremely serious bug in this arena of all races."

"Some of the props in the Ten Thousand Races Arena can be set by us, just like the molds in a factory. The world origin of the Ten Thousand Races Arena can be formed by just inputting the world origin into it."

"But more props are formed randomly. No one knows what they are. As for the personal talents and racial talents of players of some races, these are basically absolutely random and cannot be controlled."

"And one of the good props that can be set is called an activity design order."

"The activity design order is divided into two stars and three stars."

"Two stars can design a small event, and Samsung can design a global event."

"As long as it passes the review, this activity can be launched smoothly."

"Audit?"

Chen Jiang caught the key words in Wu Jingding's words.

"Yes review."

Wu Zingding glanced at the time on the display next to him, and said in a slightly hurried tone: "It will be reviewed by all the world origins in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. When the world origins of half of the races agree to the event, the event will

It will take effect.”

"This process is the initiator of Ten Thousand Races Arena and cannot interfere."

"So the origin of the world has a strong sense of self, right?"

"No, no, no, the origin of the world has no consciousness, it... is more like instinct, an instinct to protect the people of one's own planet, and act according to instinct."

"None of this matters."

"The important thing is-"

After Wu Zhengding took a deep breath, he said seriously: "In the Ten Thousand Races Arena No. 0918, a player from one race has designed a global event. This global event... leads to the Nicholas Galaxy."

"In other words, this player in Ten Thousand Races Arena came to Nicholas Galaxy through the portal before Ten Thousand Races Arena ended."

"Yes, the portal, the portal from the origin of the world."

"Relying on the current technology of the Galaxy Federation, it is impossible to transport life forms over long distances through portals."

"But there is no science in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. There are rules. If the rules are OK, then it's OK."

"And now the group of racial players from the Ten Thousand Races Arena have gone to various planets and carried out crazy massacres on the local residents of the planets. And through some special means, we also know about the global activities of the Ten Thousand Races Arena.

mission.”

"It's very simple."

"The time limit for massacring residents is 24 hours. The race that massacres the most wins. Each time a resident is massacred, a massacre point will be obtained. The massacre points can be used to purchase props in the massacre shop."

"This makes these racial players extremely crazy when facing those defenseless residents."

"Especially when players of these races discovered that they could use the personal talents in the talent store, they became even more crazy."

"You know...most racial players don't have personal talents."

"..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Jiang's eyes, and he lowered his head to think. This was the first time he knew that the event design order could be used in this way, and that he could actually design an event that would leave the Ten Thousand Races Arena and go to the Nicholas Galaxy.

Is this okay?

Then he said: "But...what does this have to do with you? You are just a businessman. This matter should be taken care of by the federation."

"The interstellar Zerg race was so powerful that they were exterminated. They are just a group of race players who have not yet decided the winner. They should be able to deal with it easily."

"Yes."

Wu calmly nodded helplessly: "For the Federation, this is indeed not a big deal. The casualties now are basically just residents, and these players can basically only be wiped out when facing the Federation team.

What's more, even if you don't care about these players, these players will be teleported back to the Ten Thousand Races Arena in 24 hours."

"And now, it's been 6 hours."

"But... this accident happened for the first time, and we surprisingly discovered a magical thing in this accident, that is, when the portal is opened, the original consciousness of the world in the Ten Thousand Races Arena No. 0981

Suddenly...angry."

"Or maybe it's mutated."

"Forgive me for the difficulty in describing this change in words."

"Forget it, Mr. Jiang Cheng, just look at the props panel."

soon.

A props panel popped up on Chen Jiang's tablet.

"Item name": Cigar.

"Item Level": One-star item.

"Prop Effect": Still evolving, the effect is unknown, countdown - 09:47:38.

"Introduction to props": Do you think I'm messing around with you?

"uh-huh?"

Chen Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly and said in confusion: "A prop that seems useless, no one would expect a one-star prop to evolve into any special effects."

"So what's the point of showing me this prop?"

"Two hours ago, it was just an ordinary cigar."

"..."

Chen Jiang narrowed his eyes and immediately captured the amount of information in this sentence: "You mean... it was transformed from an ordinary object into a one-star prop?"

"That's right."

"How did you do it."

"It's very simple." Wu calmly paused and then said: "It just did that by itself...I didn't perform any operations."

"There is a portal in the Ten Thousand Races Arena that opens on the subhuman planet. No one knows exactly how many race players came to the subhuman planet through that portal. Of course, no one cares about it now."
To be continued...