Chapter 385： : Reappearance of Purple Treasure

Just when Shen Mo guessed the potential result of this fourth-level jar battle.

White Beard seems to have encountered something sad.

More than one hundred jars failed to open the grand prize.

Although the probability of the blue rare prize in the third-tier jar is 1%, White Beard's luck seems to have been good, and now I don't know what is going on, and I can't win the prize.

One hundred two, one hundred three, one hundred eight...

There has been no big prize for a long time.

Silence was about to comfort me.

Next jar.

A hint of purple gas floated out of the jar.

This is different from the big prize between, White Beard did not react at once.

However, the next moment.

Hum--

A dragon chant with an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes sounded in the mind of White Beard. The dragon shape formed by purple qi is much clearer than the blue dragon before it. It seems that after countless years of witnessing the vicissitudes of the sea, even Faer with white beard shoulders could not help shrinking his neck, hiding behind the white beard and trembling.

Whitebeard has reacted.

This is-epic.

"Even an epic treasure was opened!?" White Beard's eyes widened and his expression was shocked. "In a tertiary jar, can an epic be opened?"

"There is such a possibility for fate, but most people have not been able to open epic treasures from the third-level jars until they are qualified to open the fourth-level jars." Silence said softly.

In the third-level jar, there is indeed the possibility of a purple epic.

If the general item is one-fifth of the selling price.

The blue jackpot is the actual selling price.

Then the epic is the price of five times the price of the third-level jar, in other words, this one jar, silence will lose money.

So he sets a probability of one in two thousandths.

This series of White Beard was designed not long ago, just to meet the probability of one thousandth and put one in the third prize pool. The rest of the series is at most two or three.

This is the kind of "probability that only exists in theory" and can be ignored when opening the can.

so.

This guy is the real emperor.

Silence was also the first time that someone saw an epic level out of a third-level jar, which opened only nine hundred jars.

White Beard didn't laugh in a hurry, but An Nai made herself excited and looked at the treasure in the jar.

Silence already knows what this is.

After all, he only put one in this prize pool.

A lilac light cluster poured into White Beard's body.

Information flooded at the same time.

Name: Sect Skills · One Heart!

Effect: Where disciples exist, disciples can voluntarily transfer their attributes to a certain person at a certain ratio, and one person is the heart of the people!

That's right, this is a terrible skill that concentrates the power of disciples and creates a super strong!

When designing silence, in order to avoid being too buggy, a number of thresholds were designed. First, the range was set, and secondly, the attribute was not 100% transferred. According to different personal wills, the transfer ratio is different, generally 1% to 100%. Between tenths, and the greater the number of people, the stronger the strength, the lower the ratio of transfer.

In other words.

If there are enough white-bearded sons and they are around, he can temporarily gain strength from his sons!

The silence felt that he could take back what he had said.

With the white beard of this skill, there is not necessarily the possibility of fighting for the fourth-level jar with the rest of the forces.

"This...is an epic treasure..." White Beard was also murmuring, and then began to whine and laughed with all his strength, and the voice rolled towards the clouds. Go, laugh for a full ten minutes before stopping.

This shows how happy he is.

For the white beard who longs for his family and values ​​his family, what makes him more happy than getting support and strength from his family?

In his heart at the moment.

No navy general or revolutionary army dragon is worth mentioning. As long as there are family members by his side, he is sure that he can defeat all enemies!

"Congratulations." Silence only smiled faintly.

"Today is the happiest day I have lived to this day." Bai Huzi seemed to laugh enough, and he took a sip of wine with a grunt, a smile on his face, and looked at the silence and said, "I started to feel that your arrival Is a gift to our world."

Being able to say something like this means that White Beard has become a big fan of the jar.

This is also a matter of course.

When he picked up the rafting jar from the beginning, it brought surprises to him, after all, he could rejuvenate his already decayed body, and even saw the hope of regaining his youth.

And behind.

He even believed that the jar was for the sake of the future of his sons, and he did not hesitate to resist the navy but also let his sons break through.

Now it turns out that he did not think wrong, even better than he thought.

In this situation.

White Beard has been completely caught in.

"Blessings are often accompanied by challenges." Silence kept smiling and encouraged, "I will look forward to where you can go."

This is a statement from the perspective of the superior.

But White Beard didn't feel anything wrong.

This is the fact.

All he has to do is open more jars, meet more challenges, and then take his sons step by step toward the state beyond the past, until reaching the peak, just like the past ten years.

With such energy, White Beard speeded up the opening of the jar.

With only three hundred jars left, he only won two grand prizes, one inherited from the forging body and the other from the building.

After the white beard finished drinking the last drop of wine, the burly figure stood up.

"Thanks for the hospitality But I am going back to my sons now." He did not demonstrate his urgency, he wanted to add all his sons to the sect as soon as possible.

"Go." The silence didn't say much.

As the voice fell, the environment around Whitebeard changed, and he found himself standing on top of the broken board again.

"It's so magical..." White Beard felt the power of the explosion in his body, and looked at Fal on his shoulder again, showing a refreshing smile. "I really want to see, facing the real deities, those who call themselves What kind of fear will the garbage of God fall into."

Although silent words and deeds are friendly.

However, magical jars, magical moves, hard-to-find characters, and terrible power.

These things made White Beard feel clearly.

——Under Shen Mo's friendly smile, there is also immortality.

The so-called strong man is such an existence.