In fact, regardless of the level of the potion, the production process of "Phantom Heart Dew" is to continuously purify and concentrate the medicinal effect of the Phantom Moon Grass through other auxiliary materials, compressing all the original one-minute medicinal effects to a few seconds or even one or two seconds before completely exploding, so that the extremely real illusion can guide the user's fierce emotions, so as to reach the critical point of "blood awakening".

Successfully awakening the "bloodline awakening" applicable to oneself is like Hutton's "rampage", and this kind of power-blessed skill is of course like a tiger with wings on a martial artist who is known for his strength.

But there has also been a magician who awakened the "rampage", the same skill is different on different people, no matter how blessed the power of a magician is, it can't be compared with a martial artist, such a powerful skill can only be chicken ribs on people who are not applicable.

However, the top priority, of course, is to let a few of them awaken their bloodlines first, and then talk about whether they can obtain skills that are suitable for themselves, this kind of pure luck can only depend on the sky.

"I want that! That Phantom Moon Grass! Tong Xi held a small lantern in his left hand, and pointed to the tall prize list sign with the rock sugar gourd with two remaining in his right hand.

"Phantom Moon Grass? I'll take a look......" Andrea walked towards that side with Tong Xi in her arms, although the others behind her were very relaxed and did not maintain a formation like in the field preparation, but they were not too scattered, just slightly scattered around the stalls, and when they saw Andrea walking towards that side, they all walked up and followed.

"I'll see......" Andrea arrived at the event venue, although the night had just fallen, the celebration had just begun, and the children and adults had just finished dinner and most of them had not yet gone out, but there were already several people lined up to participate in the game.

Several members of the Austin squad watched the people in front of them play while lining up.

It's a game of pitching, standing outside the red line and throwing fist-sized balls into a wooden barrel fifty meters away.

From here, you can see that the barrel has a fixed device tilting it, as if it is facing the entrance to the participants, so that they can easily throw it in......

"See? That bucket. Behind him, Berwen pointed to a participant standing on the red line in front of him, who had already made a connection to throw five balls to hit the barrel, only to make a crisp "thump" at the bottom of the barrel and then quickly bounce out again.

"Ahh It's a pity, guest, you light! The organizer of the event on the side, the boss reminded with a smile on his face.

"The distance of the red line, I guess it must be fifty meters, and if I am not mistaken, the ball must be very elastic, and it will pop out immediately when it hits the bottom of the barrel. If the power is too small, this distance will not be able to throw into the barrel fifty meters away. Berwen analyzed.

"I often play this kind of game, there are two ways to throw it in, one is to aim at the upper edge of the mouth of the barrel, and use the power of the rebound to unload part of the momentum of the ball and bounce it in, so as to avoid all the force hitting the barrel and being ejected."

"Another method is to gently throw the ball and 'slide' it against the inner edge of the barrel mouth, which is easier than the first one. Because this kind of game helps with the control of power, I also play it a lot at the request of my teacher. Brooke, who was at the front, looked back and smiled.

While the discussion was being held, one of the previous participants had finished the game, and the twenty balls could only be thrown in by chance, but this was already an average score, and the best result so far was only five balls.

I believe that the stall owner who dares to set up such a huge prize must have roughly calculated the probability of success and the difficulty of the game, so he set up five balls and all of them are consolation prizes - a beautiful little lantern.

Therefore, at this time, even adults carry small lanterns on the streets......

"Come on! Sir! It's your turn! Three silver coins at a time! The boss took Brooke's low silver coin and handed him a small basket of twenty balls that had been scattered all over the ground after the participant had just thrown them, and the boss had quickly collected them.

"I'll see...... The words of the Phantom Moon Grass...... Is sixteen out of twenty fine? Wayne turned his head to look at the rules indication sign to the side, and as long as he threw sixteen balls, he could choose the medals ranked 10th to 5th, and of course he could choose the Phantom Moon Grass.

"Sixteen! Brooke! Sixteen will do! Wayne walked towards Brooke, who was signaled by his boss to the red line.

Brooke didn't look back, holding the basket of small balls in his right hand, and his free left hand waved towards the people behind him.

Brooke held the basket in his left hand, took out a small red ball from it with his right hand, and threw it lightly, very decisively......

"Boom!" The ball smashed into the outer edge of the barrel, and did not even reach the barrel, but with a crisp sound, it bounced twice and fell to the ground, rolling to the feet of the boss on the side.

"Young man...... Aiming point...... At least it was smashed into the bucket, but the last one just now was Lao Zhang, who sold lanterns on the street, and came to play, I think you should be a martial artist, why is your head so bad. The boss bent down to pick up the ball, shook his head with a smile, and said.

Apparently Brooke didn't pay attention to him, his eyes were fixed on the barrel in the distance in front of him, holding the ball in his hand, and his face was serious, as if the whole world was just him, the ball, and the barrel......

"Smack!" With a muffled thud, the ball slammed into the ground, and this time it didn't even touch the barrel......

"Haha! Brooke, why are you so watery! Xi'er, who was standing at the back, laughed mercilessly while eating a portion of fried noodles.

But Brooke didn't bother with her and focused on pitching.

For a while, "Boom! Boom! The sound kept on and on, and the balls were scattered all over the ground.

Brooke finished with just three goals.

"Come on! Give you a prize lantern! With a smile on his face, the boss handed over a lantern that he didn't think he needed a single silver coin on the street.

Brooke was seen carrying the lantern back to the group.

"Hey, hey! Didn't you say you practiced a lot? Wayne asked immediately.

"This kind of power control is the least good thing for me, so I practice it a lot." Brooke said with an innocent look on his face.

"You gasp ......for breath," Xi'er laughed as she chewed on the fried noodles.

"To me to me! Let me! I'll come next! Tong Xi struggled with excitement and slid from Andrea's arms to the ground......