"Dark Fire Elf Ice Sword!"

Someone in the crowd drank its name.

The principle of the incompatibility of fire and water is well known, and the difficulty of carving the runes that suppress the fire spirits on the ice sword can be imagined.

However, once successful, the repulsiveness between the elements is harmonized, and an unexpected derivative – light – will be produced.

The refractive nature of ice allows the fire to exert greater power.

The name of inheritance is worthy of its name!

Yang Jian raised this lightsaber high, and the light of the dark fire was incomparably demonic.

There was silence.

"Boss Yang is really a blessed man", Jin Can's eyes were gloomy.

"Please allow Yang to try a few more", Yang Jian handed the lightsaber to Bob.

"Please", the golden pot is handed over.

Hmph, I don't believe that you kid can have such good **** luck again.

The pot of gold muttered secretly.

Yang Jian walked between the rows of shelves with a slaughtering flying knife.

He glanced at it, and a light flashed in his eye.

Then, he made a cross with a knife on top of a jar.

Immediately after that, there is the third next one...

And then there's the fifth ...

A dusty and cobweb-covered jar that looked a little old was also marked with a cross.

A jar is covered in silver and frozen for thousands of miles.

The crescent moon on a jar is like a hook, like a real illusion.

。。。

In the last count, more than 100 jars were marked.

Yang Jian patted the dust on his hands and put the slaughter flying knife back in his pocket.

"That's all." He seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

The golden pot had a solemn expression, and it was obvious that Yang Jian's actions were too confident.

"Okay", he's going to make a last ditch effort.

"Since Brother Yang is so refreshing, then let's verify them one by one."

The handle of the pot of gold waved.

Dozens of waiters stepped forward, picked up hammers, and smashed the jars.

The first waiter, holding a sledgehammer weighing dozens of pounds, slammed into a jar.

"Bang!" , with a loud bang.

A biting chill emanated from the broken jar.

The waiter felt the biting cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and he stammered and shouted.

"Biography... Inheritance, the lightsaber of the Ice Elf! ”。

"Huh..." , a sound of surprise sounded at the scene.

It's great luck to be able to unleash inheritance weapons one after another.

"Bang!" , another loud bang, interrupted people's thoughts.

"Legacy, Sword of the Shadow Elves!".

"Bang!"

"Inheritance, Sword of the Xuanyue Elves!".

"Inheritance, the sacred demon fighting fate chest pendant!".

"Inheritance, Demon Fighting Ring of Destiny!".

The scene began to boil, like a large pot of boiling water.

The crowd was frenzied, and one cheer after another flooded the clubhouse.

"One more!" , people shouted in a forgetful voice.

"One more!".

The results of today's opening are not destined to disappoint them.

Listen to the cheers and shouts in your ears and the piercing sound of canning open.

The pot of gold only felt a muffled "buzz" in his brain.

A mouthful of dirty blood struggling to spit out of his mouth.

He staggered a few steps before stumbling to the floor.

"Hurry up and give first aid to the boss!" , the attendants were in a mess.

"Good one, black eats black".

The golden pot looked at the ceiling, unable to move.