For most people, it is difficult to be proficient in two or more things, but...

Fu Jinyun gritted his teeth. Some people are extremely talented. As long as they are willing to understand, they can master anything perfectly.

Don't think that he didn't find out about Ling Nianqing's alchemy skills.

The people on the seventh floor didn't make any mistakes, and they were all good at cooperating. The seventh floor passed without any danger.

After the darkness passed, the number of people on the eighth floor was obviously much smaller than that on the seventh floor, and at a glance, they were all unfamiliar faces.

Oh, except for that strange man who is not a magic weapon master but has passed the sixth floor alone.

"This formation is quite humane." Fu Jinyun sighed.

I don’t know how the formation was determined. The Zhao Zhao people who had not stood with them on the seventh floor appeared next to them when the eighth floor was opened. They were obviously considered to be a team.

The hostility on this level is much heavier than the previous level. Even some people are scarred, and they have no ideas to communicate, so they just go to see the extra materials.

Fu Jinyun: "..." Are you planning to rely on luck?

He knew why these people were injured.

"Hey, there are actually six plates of tributes on the desk!" Someone noticed the front and said in surprise.

They were all injured, and their tribute had long been consumed.

"Hey, then there are three more chances to make mistakes."

Fu Jinyun thought for a while and said nothing.

On the seventh floor, their tributes totaled thirteen plates. Moreover, after discussion by several of their magicians, the tributes had ownership rights. That is, if they were unused by the team, they would be counted as belonging to the next floor.

There will be many more people, and these sacrifices can only ward off disasters for the people in this team.

And they had two games left. Zhao Zhao and the others were included in their team. Because they directly chose the non-weapon master, one game was left untouched, and the remaining game belonged to the single man.

In other words, if other people do something they shouldn't do, they must die.

Sure enough, a scream was heard soon after. The man was covered in blood and had no breath. The people next to him were also implicated. Fortunately, they were only injured and not life-threatening.

By the eighth level, you may not be very proficient in formations, but you are not stupid, and you will understand what is going on after just a little thought.

Fu Jinyun raised her voice at the right time, "One word of advice, if there are no sacrifice plates left in our team, it's best not to act rashly."

Unfortunately, most of the people here don't have sacrificial plates.

"If there is no objection, everyone can tell us the clues they know."

"Why!" Someone choked, "Who are you? Why should we listen to you? How many sacrifices do you have?"

Fu Jinyun smiled slightly, "Bu Cai, five of them are ours."

"Each team has a maximum of three sets, how can you have five sets?!" the man asked, then looked at the others, "Quickly tell me, how many sacrifices do you have!"

Everyone who caught his gaze lowered their heads slightly.

Man: "..." Did he understand it wrongly? This formation is not a consumable one, but a stamp-collecting one?

Fu Jinyun, who had taken the initiative, finally felt more at ease, otherwise he would have been afraid that he would be tricked to death by these people.

"Now you can tell me about your experience."

The sun had set at some point, and the dim moon hung high in the night sky. People entered the black and white hall one after another, and then died for unknown reasons.

The peaceful secret realm is shrouded in blood.

It had been two days since Fu Jinyun and the others arrived at the ninth floor. This time, the darkness was longer than before. When the sight was bright again, the scene in front of them had changed.

Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, except for the exact same refining furnace, nothing is the same as the Black Palace.

"Well, we are the only team here. Does it mean that the ninth floor needs to be cracked by a single group again?"

Fu Jinyun was not too surprised, "The ninth floor is obviously for weapon refining. Multiple teams will definitely be fighting among themselves. It's unnecessary."

"Then let's put it this way, the ninth floor

Only people who know how to refine weapons can crack it?"

They couldn't help but think of the man who couldn't make weapons and was taciturn...

However, when it was said that Cao Cao had arrived, a figure not far away slowly approached, and it turned out to be that person.

Is there also multiple teams on the ninth floor?

"Why are you selling it here?" Zhaozhao couldn't help but ask.

I don't know where it came from, but it probably wasn't with them, otherwise it wouldn't be so far apart.

The man was also a little embarrassed, "My last sacrifice was broken, so I showed up here. Don't get me wrong, I was just lucky. Maybe you have the best chance of passing the level, so I showed up here for you."

After all, he doesn't know how to refine weapons, so he will definitely not be able to pass the ninth level, and his incredible luck has sent him here directly.

Fu Jinyun: "..." Is this why you survived so many levels unscathed?

"If you don't mind, I can leave." The man added.

"I don't mind." Ling Nianqing shook his head, "We are just curious about your luck. Can you tell us about it?"

She is sensitive to strength and can clearly feel the difference in strength around this person.

Luck is also a type of power, but this power cannot be cultivated or actively used, but sometimes its effects are unexpected.

For example, for men, it means that the power of luck is very strong.

The power of normal people's luck has almost no influence on others.

"There's nothing to say. I've been like this since I was a child."

The man's name was Si Qi. His mother died because he was difficult to bear. His father thought he was unlucky, so he abandoned him. However, he did not die just a few days after he was born. He was picked up by a family whose child had just died not long ago.

Went back.

But the good times did not last long. The mistress of the house became pregnant and he was abandoned again.

In this way, for more than ten years, he went round and round and suffered all kinds of hardships, but he was lucky enough to survive.

"Actually, if my good luck comes from other people's suffering, I would rather not have it." Si Qi said.

He was not afraid of death, but felt that it would be nice to die. He might as well exchange his life for the lives of those who died.

"Young man, you are overthinking this. Things like luck cannot be transferred unless you use magic. Are you using magic?" Ling Nianqing asked calmly.

Si Qi shook his head.

"Isn't that the end of it? No one can ask for this kind of lucky person's physique. It's better for you not to cherish it if you have it."

Everyone's luck will fluctuate, but except for a very small number of sorcery, it cannot be transferred at all. Si Qi felt that the people next to him were unlucky, but it was just because of his own good luck.

Si Qi was stunned, "So their misfortune is not because of me?"

"With your luck and power, if you can plunder, you won't be able to find a single living person within a few miles."
Chapter completed!