Just when Shen Mo was guessing the possible results of this fourth-level jar battle.

Whitebeard seems to have met with something sad.

More than 100 jars, failed to open the jackpot.

Although the probability of the Blue Rare level jackpot in the third-level jar is one percent, Whitebeard's luck seems to have been good, and now he doesn't know what's wrong, and he hasn't been able to open the jackpot.

One hundred two, one hundred thirteen, one hundred eighteen......

There has been no grand prize for a long time, and Whitebeard is a little out of breath.

Shen Mo was about to comfort him.

Next jar.

A trace of purple gas wafted out of the jar.

This is different from the jackpot between them, Whitebeard did not react at once.

But, the next moment.

Buzz –

A dragon groan with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes sounded in Whitebeard's mind, the dragon shape composed of purple qi was far clearer than the previous blue dragon, and the dragon pupils that were like essence looked down on Whitebeard, as if after countless years, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, even Farr of Whitebeard's shoulders couldn't help but shrink his neck, hiding behind Whitebeard and shivering.

Whitebeard has already reacted.

This is - epic.

"An epic treasure was unearthed!?" Whitebeard's eyes widened, and his expression was full of shock, "In the third-level jar, you can also open an epic?" ”

"There is such a possibility of fate, but most people have not been able to open an epic treasure from the third-level jar until they have the qualifications to open the fourth-level jar." Shen Mo whispered.

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

If you say that the average item is one-fifth of the 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 jar, silence will lose money.

So he set a probability of 1 in 2,000.

Whitebeard's series was designed not long ago, just to satisfy the probability of one in two thousand, and one was put into the third-level prize pool, and the rest of the series, at most, were two or three.

This is the kind of "probability that only exists theoretically", and it can be completely ignored when the can is opened in normal times.

So.

This guy is the real European Emperor.

It was the first time that Shen Mo had seen someone open an epic level from a third-level jar, and only then did he open more than nine hundred jars.

Whitebeard didn't rush to laugh, but calmed his excitement and looked at the treasure inside the jar.

Shen Mo already knew what it was.

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

A cloud of lilac light poured into Whitebeard's body.

Information poured in at the same time.

Name: Sect Skills: All as one!

Effect: Where there are disciples of the sect, the disciples can voluntarily transfer their attributes to a certain person with a certain ratio, and one person is the heart of all people!

That's right, it's a terrifying skill that concentrates the power of the disciple and creates a super powerhouse!

When silently designing, in order to avoid too many bugs, a number of thresholds were designed, firstly, the range was set, and secondly, the attributes were not 100% transferred, according to the different personal wills, the ratio of transfer was different, generally between one percent and ten percent, and the more people, the stronger the strength, the lower the ratio of transfer.

Other words.

If Whitebeard's sons are numerous and around, he can temporarily gain strength from them!

Shen Mo felt that he could take back his previous words.

With this skill, Whitebeard may not be without the possibility of competing with the rest of the forces for the fourth-level jar.

"This ...... It's an epic treasure......" Whitebeard muttered in a low voice, and then began to laugh with all his might, his voice rolling towards the clouds, and he laughed for about ten minutes before stopping.

This shows how happy he really is.

For Whitebeard, who longs for and values his family, what could be happier than receiving support and strength from his family?

In his heart at the moment.

What admirals, what revolutionary dragons, all of them are not worth mentioning, as long as he has his family by his side, he is sure that he can defeat all enemies!

"Congratulations." Shen Mo just smiled faintly.

"Today is the happiest day I've ever lived." Whitebeard seemed to have laughed enough, and took a long sip of wine, with a smile on his face, looked at Shen Mo and said, "I began to feel that your arrival is a gift to our world. ”

To be able to say such a thing means that Whitebeard has become a big fan of jars.

And rightfully so.

From the very beginning, when he picked up the drifting jar, it brought him a surprise, after all, it was able to rejuvenate his body, which had begun to decay, and even saw the hope of rejuvenation.

And the back.

He even decided that the jar was for the sake of his sons' future, and he would not hesitate to resist the navy to let his sons break through.

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

In this case.

Whitebeard has completely fallen into it.

"Gifts, too, often come with challenges." Shen Mo kept a smile and encouraged, "I'll look forward to seeing how far you can go." ”

This is a sentence that is completely from the perspective of the superior.

But Whitebeard didn't feel anything wrong.

That's just the way it is.

What he has to do is to open more jars, meet more challenges, and then take his sons step by step towards the realm of transcending the past until he reaches the peak, just like in the past ten years.

With this drive, Whitebeard sped up the speed of opening the can.

There were more than three hundred jars left, and he only opened two grand prizes, one for forging and inheritance, and the other for building.

Whitebeard drank the last drop of wine, and the burly figure stood up.

"Thanks for the hospitality, but I'm going back to my sons now." He didn't show his impatience, he wanted to join all his sons to the sect as soon as possible.

"Go ahead." Shen Mo didn't say much.

As the words fell, Whitebeard's surroundings changed, and he found himself standing on top of the broken plank again.

"Such an amazing ......," Whitebeard felt the power of the explosion in his body, and then looked at Farr on his shoulder, revealing a cheerful smile, "I really want to see what kind of fear those trash who claim to be gods will fall into in the face of real gods." ”

Although the silent words and deeds are affinity.

However, a magical jar, a magical move, an inscrutable character, and terrifying powers.

This makes Whitebeard feel it clearly.

- Under the amiable smile of silence, there is also an inviolable majesty.

The so-called strong person is such an existence.