Chapter 408 Super Big Canned Food (2)

If Shan can sneak into the preschool class of the Blackstone tribe, or night school, and study seriously for a period of time, I believe that the following, such an inhuman tragedy, will not happen.

Because on the top of his delicious big can, there is a string of eye-catching Chinese characters: Type 72 Iron Shell Anti-Tank Mine.

Although this thing is an old antique produced by Huaguo a hundred years ago, due to Huaguo's always admirable material preservation ability, these anti-tank mines still maintain amazing power.

Ten kilograms of TNT and RDX explosives were loaded into the 16-jin anti-tank mine, which was powerful enough to overturn and blow up dozens of tons of tanks with ease.

And the anti-tank mine, which needs almost 350 jin of force to trigger, is actually quite safe for ordinary people.

This is also the biggest reason why Mr. Niu dared to pile up the anti-tank mines that were of no use in the Tuji Tribal War last time, and piled them up in the corner of the warehouse to eat ashes, instead of worrying about accidents.

It's just that, for Shan, who is in a somewhat anxious state, it's too easy to be stimulated with a strength of only more than three hundred catties.

When the first punch came down, the iron box of the can in his eyes had a gratifying deformation; didn't this cheer him up greatly, and when the next punch came, he increased the strength in his hand, punching like crazy Wild bang down...

Then, the trigger fuze of the anti-tank mine was finally successfully triggered by this guy.

From Shan's pretty face, an anti-tank mine less than 50 centimeters exploded suddenly; immediately after that, in the animal skin bag by Shan's hand, another nine anti-tank mines exploded. , It was also successfully triggered by the shock wave.

After a loud explosion, Shan, who was blasted into the sky by the shock wave, instinctively wanted to grab something in his hand at that moment.

He couldn't die, he grabbed the animal skin bag in his hand.

So in the first explosion, Shan's body flew up like a tattered doll before it landed, and the explosion, which was more violent than the first explosion, exploded right next to his hand.

This time, the super defensive power brought by Shan's profound strength could no longer resist such a strong injury.

Almost in an instant, half of his hands and feet were blown away, and his whole body became a bloody piece, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Even at this time, Shan, who had a strong vitality, did not die immediately; if someone used a healing witch potion on him immediately, it might save his life.

It's a pity that a group of wolves wandering in the mountains were attracted by the huge explosion and found this unexpected meal.

In the end, seeing a large number of beasts rushing towards her, Shan's eyes shed a string of extremely aggrieved tears!

*****

At the same time, in the central area of ​​the plain far away from the Luolei Mountains, in the witch palace in the vast mountains.

In a relatively delicate stone hall, the master of the witch hall, You Ming, is leading the so-called seven elders. At this time, he is looking at the middle of the stone hall with a doting face, and that one is practicing cross-legged. woman.

Such a doting look has nothing to do with the love between a man and a woman, it is completely the kind of eyes full of approval that elders and others would show when facing a talented junior.

Even the woman in front of them is indeed extremely beautiful; even in their long careers, they can be regarded as one of the best beauties.

It's just that for these old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years, they have long since left the low-level fun between men and women...

The Fifth Elder suddenly sighed and said: "In one year, not only did he go from being an ordinary person with no knowledge at all to reaching the level of a six-pattern witch, but he also laid his foundation extremely firmly. It seems Within twenty years, Tumei will be able to break through the limitation of nine lines and reach a whole new level."

Immediately, he congratulated the Palace Master You Ming: "It's still good luck for the Lord Palace Master to have such a talented disciple like Tu Mei by accident; in comparison, those disciples under us who are called geniuses are really It's not even comparable to Tumei's toes."

Just after these words fell, the other elders agreed with complicated expressions.

Obviously, to have a disciple like Tu Mei who has never had a genius for a hundred years is simply the greatest expectation for these old monsters.

Facing the compliments from the crowd of elders, the Palace Master You Ming's mouth was still full of modesty, but judging from that radiant face, it was unknown how happy he had become.

With such an outstanding disciple, it is foreseeable that, at least in the next hundred years, their branch will definitely be able to firmly grasp the Wudian...

At this moment, a witch priest in a black robe appeared at the door, running towards this side with a panicked expression.

It wasn't until being glared at by the palace master You Ming that he remembered that this was a taboo place in the witch palace, so he stopped Xiao ran with a pale face and walked slowly towards this side.

"Tell me, what is it that made you flustered so much? If there is enough reason, I will forgive you, but if not, you can go to the beast circle to feed those monsters!" The palace lord You Ming deliberately lowered his voice. to drink.

Even so, the unlucky witch priest was terrified.

He trembled and explained: "My lord, Shan's soul lamp went out just now; it is the blue-clothed priest who was sent to the Black Rock Mountains last year to deal with the holy blood of Xingtian ancestor witch."

Hearing this, the Palace Master You Ming frowned, and fell into a brief thought.

He muttered in his mouth: "A barbaric native, even if he has just perfectly fused the holy blood of the ancestral witch, it is impossible to kill a blue-clothed witch. Could it be that there are other people playing ghosts?"

At this time, the unlucky black-clothed witch priest was deeply relieved. It was obvious that the Lord of the Palace was not paying attention to him, and naturally there was no follow-up punishment.

After contemplating Xiaohui's palace master You Ming, he didn't seem to have any idea, so he simply decided to use a simpler method.

Immediately, he took out a tortoise shell from his bosom, and with a movement of his fingers, a bunch of flames appeared, and it was directly roasted on the tortoise shell; his divination posture, compared to the witches of the chicken tribe who wanted to be serious, I don't know how convenient it is.

After a while, the palace master You Ming, who had obtained the result of the divination, changed his face and became more relaxed.

He said to the elders who were also nervous: "Don't worry, it wasn't those rebels who came out to make troubles. The divination shows that Shan committed suicide by himself and died in an accident; , it doesn't matter at all."

After taking a look at the disciple who was not affected by any foreign objects at all and was still practicing hard, the expression on the face of the master You Ming became kind.

Therefore, he sent out a very rare kindness: "Forget it, let someone notify that barbarian, Master Niu, and let him come to the witch hall to report, and after joining the witch hall, he will not be killed."

The other elders quickly responded, and at the same time sighed slightly that the barbarian native was really lucky; as for whether the other party would be willing or not, they didn't even think about it, such an impossible thing happened.

No one noticed that Tumei, who seemed to be meditating with her eyes closed, bit her lip tightly, so as not to let her body tremble...